Chapter 213 Don't forget about the daughter-in-law
"Sister-in-law, we eat the same food, drink the same water, and even take baths with the same water, and we often take baths together. Why are I getting whiter and whiter, and you getting darker and darker?"
This is something Song Xi can't figure out.
When it comes to spiritual spring water, she has no secrets. Spirit spring water is added to the well, spiritual spring water is also added to the water tank, and fruits and vegetables are also irrigated with spiritual spring water.
Maybe the effect of spiritual spring water on men is internal, while for women, it is both internal and external?
That's not right. Why do the children in the village, regardless of whether they are boys or girls, have undergone great changes in appearance?
Could it be that Lingquan water still picks people?
Zhou Yi's hand slowly crossed the back of Song Xi's hand, and then clasped her hand. The skin color of the two people was indeed in sharp contrast, "Dark is healthy! But we still hope that our child can be as fair as my wife."
You are beautiful, don’t inherit it from me.”
Hearing Zhou Yi mention children, Song Xi sat up straight and looked at him seriously, "Brother Yi, do you want children?"
Many people get good news the month after they get married, and they have been married for nine to ten months, but no good news has come out.
Outsiders don't know that they have always used contraceptive measures, and may think that there is something wrong with their health. Of course, Song Xi will not get pregnant early just because of outsiders' opinions, because she still has a lot of things to do!
If Zhou Yi wanted to have a child, they would have to discuss it carefully. Anyway, she felt that she was still young and didn't want to be trapped by a child so early.
"No." Zhou Yi hugged Song Xi into his arms and put his chin on her shoulder. The girl's body fragrance lingered on the tip of his nose. The light fragrance was fascinating. "We had agreed before that we would have children in two years.
So I won’t break this promise. Besides, I really don’t have this idea now. I don’t love my wife enough, so how can I still have the time to take care of my children?”
Zhou Yi also hopes that his daughter-in-law can be devoted to him. He also knows that once she has a child, a large part of her time and love will inevitably be allocated, and then only a little will be left for him.
So he didn't want a child to disturb them so early, and let them spend a few more years in their world together!
Seeing that Zhou Yi really had no intention of having children, Song Xi breathed a sigh of relief. She shook the hand Zhou Yi held tightly on hers and said, "Do you remember the wildgrass you cut last winter? Don't forget to cut it back this year.
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"Well, if you forget anything, you will never forget things related to your wife." Zhou Yi's lips slid to Song Xi's shoulder...
The taro that Song Xi planted at the junction of barren mountains and sandy soil in December last year has also matured. The leaves of the taro look very similar to lotus leaves, and the poles and underground stems of the taro are edible.
Song Xi didn't plan to sell the taro, but when Wen Qiang came to harvest the late-ripening watermelons, Song Xi happened to be picking the taro and rounded it up at a price of 50 cents per catty.
Song Xi grew the taro by herself, so she didn't plan to record the money in the school's books, but kept it for herself.
After Wen Qiang left, Song Xi took the taro sticks directly into the supermarket. After returning home, Song Xi arranged the taro sticks and hung them in a ventilated place under the eaves for three or four days, waiting for the moisture in the taro sticks to dry.
Er Lier started making pickles.
First cut the taro stalks into small pieces and set aside. Chop the garlic cloves, mince the ginger, and wipe the peppers clean with a damp cloth and chop them as well.
Add appropriate amount of salt to the cut taro sticks, knead evenly and marinate for about ten minutes.
Pour the minced garlic, minced ginger, and chopped pepper into the pickled taro sticks, and stir evenly.
Clean the glass bottle, wipe off the water, put the taro stalks in it, compact it and seal it for storage. You can open the jar for consumption after one month.
Taro sticks must be marinated for a month before they can be eaten. If you eat them if you don't have enough time, your mouth will feel numb.
Song Xi moved the pickled taro sticks into the greenhouse on the roof of the supermarket. Seeing that there was so much wine piled up in the greenhouse, there was not much room. Song Xi had to go to the supermarket to get a camping tent. After setting up the tent,
I moved all kinds of wine, pickles, etc. to the camping tent.
The flower room is where she and Zhou Yi rest. If it is too crowded, it will make people feel depressed.
Song Xi bought a radio for the school before. After the summer vacation, Song Xi took the radio home and listened to the news and weather forecast with Zhou Yi.
Although weather forecasts may not be very accurate in modern times, they can still have a little understanding. Listening to the radio saying that there will be rain in Tinnin Ho Province, Song Xi started to think about it.
When she was picking grapes, she left a bunch of grapes for both Li Qingqing and Jiang Jiayi, but she never sent them to them. She had already sent grapes to the families with whom she had good relations in the village.
Since it will rain tomorrow and the weather is cool, let's go put a batch of supplies for Wen Qiang and send them grapes by the way.
"Brother Yi, listen! I'm going to pick vegetables." Song Xi put down the cattail leaf fan in his hand, got up and went to get a small basket from the eaves, and then went to the vegetable garden to pick the mature fruit trees.
Cucumbers, eggplants, peppers, tomatoes, chickpeas, long beans...
Song Xi did not touch what was ripe, what was picked, and the few trees left as seeds.
When the time comes, I will give some to the Li family. Since she has no natal family, she has no relatives. In her eyes, the Li family is like a family of relatives, a family that she can often communicate with.
The sun rises very early in the summer, starting at half past four. Zhou Yi has to get up at around two in the morning to process delicious food. The time for Zhou Ping and the others to deliver goods to the city has also been changed to around three o'clock. They need to ride the car faster and come back.
Just in time to get to work and won't be late.
Song Xi could not wait for Zhou Yi to go to work before sneaking to the commune because the temperature was already very high when Zhou Yi went to work. It was already very hot at that time, so she could only leave before Zhou Yi went to work.
Knowing that Song Xi was going to the commune to find Li Qingqing tomorrow, Zhou Yi volunteered to see her off. They also set off early, and he rushed back at six or seven o'clock, without delaying work at all.
Zhou Yidu went to the village headquarters to lend his bicycle back, and Song Xi refused without pretentiousness. Isn't it right for husband and wife to give to each other?
At around three o'clock in the morning the next day, less than ten minutes after the person responsible for delivering goods to the city set off, Zhou Yi also set off on his bicycle carrying Song Xi.
Song Xi sat on the beam in front of the bicycle, holding a flashlight and shining on the mountain road ahead.
In the early morning of summer, the wind blew a chill on their faces, but Song Xi and Zhou Yi both wore thin coats, so they didn't feel cold at all.
Song Xi sat on the bicycle beam and swayed her slender legs slightly, not to mention how comfortable she was.
Now she can sit in the front when it is still dark. If she sits like this in broad daylight, others will say that the world is declining and she is a hooligan, because she sits in the front, as if she is sitting in Zhou Yi's arms.
