At night, Li Rong, who was lying on the kang, missed the modern era of electronic technology. The era without electronic entertainment was really boring.
She was still energetic and did not fall asleep soon. She turned over on the kang and glanced at Zhao Qingsong, who was lying flat on the table across the kang. He was motionless and she didn't know if he was asleep or not.
"Zhao Qingsong?" Li Rong shouted softly.
The man didn't respond. Li Rong thought he was asleep. As soon as he turned over, she heard the man muffled: "What are you doing? Why are you shouting if you don't sleep in the middle of the night?"
"Can you build a stove? Let's build a stove in the woodshed tomorrow." Li Rong kept talking, as if she was looking for something to say.
"Okay." He didn't say whether he would do it or not, he just agreed.
The atmosphere became quiet again, and Li Rong said again: "You can think of another way to get an iron pot, two or three casseroles, or an aluminum pot."
"knew."
His answering voice sounded so cold. Li Rong knew that based on what the heroine had done in the past, her changes in the past two days would not make the hero become enthusiastic about her. It was very difficult to get the hero to change his attitude towards her.
Take your time, don't rush.
The next day, Li Rong got up late. When she woke up, everyone in the old Zhao family had gone out to work, and Zhao Qingsong was nowhere to be seen.
She walked to the kitchen, opened the pot and saw that the leftover vegetables from last night were still warm inside. She ate some casually, then remembered that she hadn't read the letter she got back yesterday.
Li's mother was angry and distressed when she found out that she was getting married in the countryside. She blamed Li Rong for not telling her family in advance and was afraid that she would have a bad life, so she sent her a lot of money. She used to send her thirty dollars, but this time she sent her five.
It was ten yuan. The envelope was similar to what she had guessed. Except for a piece of letter paper and thirty yuan, the rest were all coupons.
In the letter, there were also words spoken to her by "Li Rong's" other brothers, all expressing concern for Li Rong. It seemed that the original owner was a favorite at home.
Li Rong's eyes were a little sore when she looked at the letter. She was obviously just a book wearer, so how could she be so empathic?
She attributed these emotions to the natural reaction of the original owner's body, wiped her eyes, and secretly made up her mind to treat the heroine's family as her own relatives. In modern times, she was a child who grew up in an orphanage, and the family love she had always longed for was at this moment.
Coming, my eyes are burning.
She put her things away, found the letter paper, and wrote a reply: "Mom and Dad, Zhan Xinjia: I live a good life in Dajiang Village. I also received the words from my brothers. Please report well to my brothers on your behalf. My husband, Zhao Qingsong, is
A retired soldier, he is hard-working and treats his daughter well. Please believe in your daughters' eyes, Zhao Qingsong is a good son-in-law. Everything is fine, don't miss him."
After she finished writing, she collected it and kept it until she went to the county town before sending it out.
I am planning to clear up the unfinished private land in the yard and use it to plant things.
Li Rong used to be a farm food blogger and had experience growing vegetables. However, this land has not been planted for a long time. The soil is hard and there are many weeds. Vegetables cannot be planted immediately and must be cleaned up.
She pulled out the grass, and her palms were full of green grass. She picked up the hoe and worked hard for a long time before the land was turned over. The hard soil still couldn't be planted, and it had to be soaked with water several times before planting anything could be planted.
Li Rong patted the dust on her hands. As soon as she walked out of the vegetable field, Zhao's mother came back. She saw the newly plowed wasteland at a glance. She couldn't believe that Li Rong could dig the ground to grow vegetables!
Mother Zhao smiled: "Second daughter-in-law, are you digging the ground? What are you going to plant?"
"Plant some spinach, cherry tomatoes, and some cabbage." Li Rong smiled, "By the way, Mom, if you have any chicken manure at home, I'll get some and bury it in the ground. The soil hasn't been planted for too long, and it's hard.
It doesn’t have much nutrients, so I’m wondering if it would be better to get some farmyard manure?”
Mother Zhao was overjoyed and secretly thought that the second daughter-in-law was really sensible after they separated their families. She gave them meat last night and now she has even started growing vegetables. She frowned and said, "Yes, you also know how to use farm fertilizer. You are really worthy of it."
You are an educated young man, and the second son is marrying you. There is some chicken manure, but it stinks, so you ask the second son to get it for you."
"Okay, mother." Look, how wonderful such a mother-in-law is. Li Rong really couldn't understand why the heroine still did it.
Li Rong had lunch and took a nap, but she still didn't see Zhao Qingsong. She really didn't know where the man had gone. She picked up her hair that was messed up by sleeping, and then went to water the ground dug in the morning.
In the evening, Zhao Qingsong finally came back. He and a young man drove an ox cart and parked it in front of Lao Zhao's house. The ox cart was full of sand and gravel.
Li Rong walked out. She probably guessed what the sand and gravel were used for, but she didn't expect that the man had not been seen all day and went to get a pile of sand and gravel.
The young man looked at Liu Li, who was probably about the same age as her. When he saw her standing at the door, he looked at Zhao Qingsong doubtfully: "Brother?"
Zhao Qingsong was also thinking about how to introduce her. He thought for a moment and said, "This is your sister-in-law."
"Hey, this is my sister-in-law." The young man's eyes turned disdainful. He had long heard that the woman his brother married was not peaceful and caused a lot of trouble in the family. Just now he thought this girl was pretty.
Mentally, now that I think about it, it is true that beautiful women cannot be married.
"How did you say that?" Zhao Qingsong patted him on the shoulder, "Xiaoshan, call me sister-in-law."
Even though he and Li Rong were not on good terms, Zhao Qingsong subconsciously did not want his brother to have a bad impression of Li Rong.
Li Rong was not unaware of the young man's malicious intentions, but the person who Zhao Qingsong could bring to his home must be a close brother of Zhao Qingsong, so Li Rong did not comment on the young man's Yin and Yang words, rolled up his sleeves and asked: "What are these things that we are going to do?"
Where to go?"
Zhao Qingsong looked at her posture and his eyebrows jumped: "Go back to the house, you are not needed for this job."
"That's right, my sister-in-law, who has such delicate skin and tender flesh, can't even work in the fields. How can she move sand and gravel? You'd better find a place to stay." The young man mocked, but he had heard that he
My brother married an educated youth who didn't even go to work. His brother couldn't work in the first place. This woman is still lazy. No wonder she looks so fair and tender. She doesn't want to work or bask in the sun.
Li Rong frowned, this young man went too far, and what he said was frivolous and disrespectful. But considering the reputation of the original owner, it seemed that he was right, but Li Rong was still a little angry and said in a cold voice: "Then you can move it yourself."
Turn around and leave.
The young man rubbed the back of his head, looked at Li Rong's back and suddenly felt guilty for no reason: "She won't be angry, right?"
Zhao Qingsong kicked his butt: "I call you a bitch, you're such a weirdo, you do it first."
After he finished speaking, he left.
Xiaoshan held his butt and let out an "ouch", looked at Zhao Qingsong's back, shook his head, and muttered: "Another one who is afraid of his wife..."
Zhao Qingsong turned to look at him: "What are you mumbling about? Hurry up and get to work."
Zhao Qingsong just saw that Li Rong was unhappy, so he followed him in unexpectedly. When he entered the room, he saw Li Rong getting dressed, and his sharp eyebrows furrowed: "Where are you going?"
"Where can I go?" Li Rong's hand paused, feeling that his question was inexplicable. As if she thought of something in a flash, Li Rong looked at the man strangely, "You don't think I'm going to run away from home, do you?"