After saying these words, Jian Xiaoqiang himself felt guilty. He originally wanted to sell Jian Jia to the rich man in the town as a concubine, but he didn't expect that someone would come to him with a higher gift. Although Qin Orion lived in the mountains more than 20 miles away and his family was very poor, Jian Xiaoqiang felt that this was a good marriage compared to being a concubine for a rich man who was over 60 years old.
Jian Jia paused and said, "A good marriage?"
Jian Xiaoqiang cleared his throat: "Yes, I specially asked for a good marriage for you. Qin Orion is a tall man, and his family has several hills..." Thinking that Jian Jia would find it difficult to go home after she followed Qin Orion, The anger in Jian Xiaoqiang's heart could not help but dissipate a little.
Although the Jian family is good, they are adopted after all. With Jian Jia, a legitimate daughter, the things in their hands will never be seen.
Jian Jia glanced at her stepbrother and sister-in-law coolly. Although she had already known the development of the plot, she was still speechless when she saw Jian Xiaoqiang's smug expression.
Seeing Jian Jia turning around and leaving, He Xiaohong pointed at her back and said with a sinister look, "Look, she is like this when you are at home. If you were not at home, she would have gone to the house to unveil the tiles."
Jian Xiaoqiang shook off He Xiaohong's hand, followed Jian Jia slowly and said in a long voice: "Whether you agree or not, this marriage is over. Pack yourself up quickly tonight, and the man will be there early tomorrow morning Come to the door, but don’t lose the face of our Jian family.”
He had accepted all the betrothal gifts, how could he allow Jian Jia to go back on her word?
Soon after, a cold light flew past Jian Xiaoqiang's cheek. Jian Xiaoqiang dullly touched his face and turned around in confusion: "What the hell flew over?"
When he saw the kitchen knife standing in the soil behind him, a chill quickly surged up from the soles of his feet and went straight to Tianling Gai: "Knife?!" What just flew past him turned out to be a sharp knife? Is Jian Jia crazy? How dare she use the knife on him? !
Jian Xiaoqiang was frightened for a while, the knife almost chopped into his face! Thinking of this, he was shocked and angry: "Jian Jia! You are so brave!"
Before Jian Xiaoqiang could curse a few more words, Jian Jia had already run out of the kitchen with another kitchen knife in hand. The sharp blade went straight to Jian Xiaoqiang's neck. Jian Jia was filled with murderous intent: "The elder brother is like father? The elder sister-in-law is like mother? Damn! You deserve it!"
The screams of Jian Xiaoqiang and his wife came from the small courtyard: "Killing people -" "Don't, don't come over, don't come over!"
As Jian Jia expected, the original owner's stepbrother and sister-in-law were a pair of villains who bullied the weak and feared the strong. When she started to get tough, the two of them got cold feet. Before the kitchen knife fell on them, the two men were already rolling out of the yard. They reacted quickly, fearing that Jian Jia would escape, so they even remembered to lock the courtyard door in their panic.
After all, Qin Orion will come to "marry" Jian Jia tomorrow, so nothing can go wrong tonight. As long as Jian Jia steps out of the hospital at dawn tomorrow, the fifteen taels of bride price will be theirs.
After her stepbrother and sister-in-law's family left, Jian Jia was the only one left in the huge house. Frogs and insects chirped from every corner, and the choking smell of burning wheat straw floated in the air. If the original owner had changed, he would be so scared that he would lock himself in the room and not dare to come out. However, Jian Jia felt that this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and she could just pack up some of her belongings and take them away tomorrow.
While she could still see clearly inside the house, Jian Jia lit the oil lamp. It's said to be a lamp, but it's actually just a small dish about the size of a palm. The dish is filled with semi-solidified animal fat, and a black wick as thick as a chopstick is supported in the fat. Thick black smoke rises after the wick is lit, and the big light is dim and yellow. Every time she sees it, Jian Jia can't help but miss the bright and beautiful light bulb.
The lamp was dirty and greasy, making it difficult to move. The fussy He Xiaohong only adds a small spoonful of meat oil to the lamp every day, and the oil lamp will go out in less than half an hour.
Under the dim light, Jian Jia opened the largest cabinet in the kitchen. There are some rough dishes in the cabinet, the most conspicuous of which is half a basket of gray-yellow pancakes. This is a cake made from grinding grains, adding water, flour and a little salt. It has a rough, dry texture and is difficult to swallow.
This was a "delicacy" specially made for her by her cheap stepsister-in-law. Jian Jia took out the pancake and knocked on the cupboard door twice. The cupboard door made a crisp sound, leaving two shallow pits on the door.
Jian Jia:......
This cake is so hard that it can be used as a hidden weapon, so don’t eat it!
After putting the pancakes back into the basket, Jian Jia's eyes fell on a locked wooden cabinet on the other side. This cabinet has been locked since the stepbrother and sister-in-law arrived at Jian's house. The original owner probably knew what was inside, but she never dared to open it and take a look.
After breaking open the lock three or two times, the Jian family took a breath of air: "What a good guy."
There were indeed some good things in the cupboard. In addition to meat oil, white flour and rice, there were also a lot of eggs. She even found a half-eaten bowl of meat in the cupboard. No wonder the step-sister-in-law only eats half a pancake on weekdays. It turns out that she has already started cooking in secret.
After looking around in the cupboard, Jian Jia, who was hungry, decided to make egg fried rice.
She is not the original owner who is indifferent to the four body parts and the five grains. As a food blogger, she will not wrong herself within the scope of conditions.
Grease the pot with meat oil and add three eggs. When the egg flakes are loose and moist, add a large bowl of leftover rice, sprinkle with salt and a little soy sauce, and add a handful of chopped green onions. A bowl of delicious egg fried rice is ready. it is done.
This was the best meal Jian Jia had after traveling through time. Although He Xiaohong cooked the rice while cooking, it did not affect her performance. Feeling the egg-fried rice sliding down her esophagus, Jian Jia was so moved that she wanted to cry: It felt so good not to be choked by food!
After eating, Jian Jia had the strength and energy to take a tour of the original owner's home. This turn of events really allowed her to find a lot of good things. For example, now, she found a dozen one-foot-long white candles in her stepbrother and sister-in-law's room.
White candles are brighter than oil lamps and are easier to hold. By candlelight, Jian Jia looked around the original owner's house.
In addition to the kitchen wing, the original owner's house had five rooms, three of which were occupied by people, and the remaining two rooms became rooms for storing sundries. There are seven or eight pieces of quaint new furniture piled in the corner of one of the larger rooms. These were the dowry purchased by the original owner's parents. Although the stepbrother and sister-in-law covet these things, they currently dare not embezzle them openly.
Jian Jia's eyes fell on a two-foot-square camphor wood box. She knew that this box contained a wedding dress, a wedding dress sewn stitch by stitch by the original owner.
After opening the box, the bright red wedding dress came into view. Looking at the colorful phoenix flying on the skirt, Jian Jia couldn't help but sigh. Even if the original owner made many mistakes, her love for Xu Lingsheng was true. For countless days and nights, she sat in her boudoir with her love for her sweetheart, and shyly sewed her expectations for the future onto her red wedding dress.
It's a pity that the original owner can no longer wear a wedding dress to marry her sweetheart, and she will never wear a wedding dress that is engraved with the original owner's expectations. From now on, this piece of clothing will only have to be kept in the back of the box. Apart from storing it properly, she can do nothing more for the original owner.
After closing the camphor wood box, Jian Jia began to think about how to transport the furniture. The furniture used these days is made of real materials, and she definitely can't take it away with her own strength. However, the Jian family has a trolley, and as long as it is placed properly, it should be able to accommodate it.
In the following time, Jian Jia was busy putting the dowry on the trolley. In her busy schedule, she also boiled half of the eggs in the cupboard and baked the white flour into pancakes. She has a long way to go tomorrow, and she must prepare in advance.
After everything at home was packed and all the dowry that could be loaded was placed on the trolley, Jian Jia tidied herself up and climbed into bed. She did not feel anxious and insomnia because of what was going to happen tomorrow. On the contrary, she fell asleep due to being extremely tired, with the sweet smell of pancakes still lingering in her dreams.
It was getting slightly brighter, and several dogs barked outside the courtyard door, and then the stepbrother and sister-in-law's voices sounded: "Quickly, please come in, please come in."
Jian Jia stood up, and the moment her feet landed on the ground, the confusion in her eyes turned into clarity.
Jian Xiaoqiang and He Xiaohong greeted a short and fat woman in dark red clothes with smiles on their faces as they entered the courtyard. The woman's face was smeared with exaggerated rouge and gouache, and her ear-piercing laughter overflowed: "Where is the bride? Bride, the groom is here to pick you up——"
Jian Xiaoqiang gently tugged on Mrs. Qian's sleeve: "Aunt Qian, have everything been done?"
Mrs. Qian covered her mouth with her handkerchief, turned away and lowered her voice: "Don't worry, it has been registered and everything has been handed over to Orion Qin. How are you doing here? Is she making trouble?"
Jian Xiaoqiang touched the tip of his nose, glanced at the direction of Jian Jia's house, and said awkwardly: "It should be fine..."
Jian Jia slowly put on her clothes and walked out of the room. She stood on the steps at the door, looking down at the three people in the courtyard expressionlessly.
Seeing Jian Jia's calm face, Jian Xiaoqiang and the two couldn't help but think of the way she chased them with a kitchen knife last night. Whether it was due to guilt or fear, the two of them took a step back in unison.
Mrs. Qian didn't know what happened the night before. She walked forward quickly with a smile on her face, and her words seemed to come out of her mouth without any money: "What a handsome bride, and the groom are a match made in heaven!"
As a matchmaker, Mrs. Qian dares to take on any job as long as she gives a gift to thank the matchmaker. These days, parents order matchmakers. There are so many men and women who are committed to each other before getting married. How many of them can get married?
Mrs. Qian has seen many brides cry and make trouble on their wedding day, and Jian Jia's expressionless face is just a small thing. Anyway, the marriage contract has been finalized. Even if Jian Jia is unwilling, she will follow Orion Qin soon.
Mrs. Qian said nonchalantly: "Bride, you are very lucky. The groom is handsome and a craftsman. The most important thing is that when you walk in, you will be the young mistress!" When Jian Jia didn't say anything, Mrs. Qian faced the door. Waved: "Groom, don't be shy, come in and see your wife."
Jian Jia looked up and saw a man striding through the door.
He was tall and even had to lower his head when he crossed the threshold. When he nodded, Jian Jia caught a glimpse of his tense jawline. Then, he raised his eyelids, and his eyes that could not see his emotions accurately captured the man who was also looking at him. little girl.
The first time she saw the other person's face, Jian Jia clenched her fingers involuntarily. She knew Qin Yi. In the novel, he was a taciturn and reckless man, with such a ferocious aura that he could scare the original owner from taking a breath. When this person stood in front of her alive, she felt that the description of Qin Yi in the novel was still too thin. How could he be a reckless man? If she had to find a suitable description to describe Qin Yi, she felt that the person in front of her was like a sharp dagger wrapped in a scabbard.
Qin Yi's black hair was tied up with a simple hairband, and a few strands fell in front of her forehead and eyebrows. Even so, the coldness and indifference revealed in her eyes were still piercing her straight.
Jian Jia felt that the little calculation in her heart had nowhere to hide under Qin Yi's gaze. When she opened her eyes, she could still feel Qin Yi's scrutinizing gaze on the side of her face.
No one spoke, but two dog barks came from outside the courtyard, which brought Mrs. Qian back to her senses as she stared at Qin Yi and smiled awkwardly. She flicked the handkerchief, took two small steps forward, and whispered, "You should have something to say to me!"
Qin Yi did not look at Granny Qian, but kept his gaze steady. He had very good eyesight, and he could still clearly see prey even a hundred meters away. Naturally, Jian Jia could not escape the fear and nervousness she showed at that moment. his eyes.
Young, immature, and timid, he should have saved her.
In the past few seconds, Qin Yi raised his hand, skillfully took off the dagger from his side, bent down and neatly put it into his boots.
Qin Yi took two steps forward, and Jian Jia suddenly felt a more existential pressure than before. She raised her head, biting her back molars to meet the man's gaze.
Perhaps realizing that his eyes were not friendly, Qin Yi lowered his eyes and asked slowly: "Have you packed your things?" His voice was low and hoarse, but it made people feel inexplicably reassuring.
Jian Jia nodded slightly when he heard this: "It's ready."
