Daily Life in the 70s Chapter 59 - 59 59 Consultation

59: Chapter 59 Consultation 59: Chapter 59 Consultation Shen Yiguang suggested she go out for a walk.

Yang PeiMin thought about the scrutinizing eyes pining for the pickled cabbage in the inner room and Shen Yixia’s ready-to-test attitude in the kitchen, and she gladly agreed to his proposal.

Not far from the courtyard, the large banyan tree that could be embraced by three people was still the paradise for children’s play.

Xiahe Village was neither large nor small, with fifty or sixty families divided into several different surnas.

The terrain was flat, and houses were distributed in an orderly fashion.

Outside the houses, there were paths crisscrossing among the endless mountains, and today the sun shone brightly, making one feel as if the beauty of the clear mountains and beautiful waters was right at their feet.

And the air here was so fresh.

Yang PeiMin was walking shoulder to shoulder with Shen Yiguang on the path leading to the main road.

“Hey, Brother Shen, did your second sister co over earlier just to check out?” Yang PeiMin turned her face and asked Shen Yiguang, feeling unpleasant as if she’d been under the watchful eye of a boss while working.

Shen Yiguang caught onto a phrase and felt it was novel, “Check you out?” Then he shook his head, “Don’t mind her, as an older sister, she always worries too much about .”

Yang PeiMin huffed, “It’s a good thing you arrived just in ti, or else you would have to face her wrath.”

Shen Yiguang laughed, and his gaze towards her changed slightly.

Was this girl finally joking with him wholeheartedly?

And with such an intimate tone!

He teased her, “Shouldn’t there be so praise for arriving just in ti?”

“Don’t flatter yourself!” Yang PeiMin turned her face away.

“If you knew there was more to my second sister’s intentions, would you be even more thankful to ?” Shen Yiguang wanted to pat her head when he saw her proud expression.

Yang PeiMin was of average height among Northern girls, around 166 centiters, just a little taller than Shen Yiguang’s shoulder.

Shen Yiguang lowered his head and could see her elegant crown of hair, with a few newly grown naughty strands swaying in the breeze, soft and black.

Yang PeiMin beca curious, “Oh, what else does it an?

Do tell.”

“She also wanted to test your character,” Shen Yiguang confessed frankly.

He knew his sister’s intentions, and although it was not common in matchmaking, it wasn’t unheard of, such as asking questions or having the girl share her opinions on a given scenario, or pretending to have forgotten sothing and needing to borrow it from the girl.

Although his sister hadn’t spelled it out, he could tell from her attitude.

So Shen Yiguang was worried that if Yang PeiMin realized this later, she might not like it, which is why he had quickly followed his sister out, not giving her the chance to execute her plan.

Seeing Yang PeiMin’s puzzled look, Shen Yiguang explained a few examples to her with a laugh.

“I didn’t want you to feel uncomfortable, with your intelligence, you would surely have noticed.

Of course, there is nothing to say about your character, so there’s no need for all this.”

Yang PeiMin clicked her tongue, finding it understandable.

Now was different from the future, where if you felt unsuitable dating soone, you could just break up, but here it was not the case—people would gossip, and relationships often didn’t last very long; it was common to get married after only a few days or a few months of acquaintance.

In such a brief ti, concerning the significant matter of one’s lifeti, it was understandable for cautious families to think of these thods to probe.

She could understand it.

She nodded her head, acknowledging Shen Yiguang’s thoughtfulness, “Thank you.”

“What are the criteria for a daughter-in-law in your family?” But she also intended to grill him thoroughly, making his family seem important.

“You’re just setting the bar for yourself,” he said, reaching out to pat the top of her head.

Look, who says people these days are unintelligent?

“Yo, are the two of you dating?” people from the village would joke upon seeing Yang Pei Min and her companion.

“Have you set a date yet?”

“This young man looks sharp.”

“Pei Min, you’re really lucky, marrying a soldier, so honorable!”

Passing by a mill, those lined up to grind their grains enthusiastically and gossiped while greeting them.

Yang Pei Min felt rather awkward because there were so people whose nas she couldn’t recall.

She could only laugh and call everyone “uncle” and “auntie” in feigned embarrassnt before quickly grabbing Shen Yiguang and hurrying away.

Shen Yiguang found it amusing, “Do you not go out often?

How many of these people can you actually recognize?”

Yang Pei Min felt a bit guilty as this was the original host’s mory.

This girl usually acted too proud to bother, and when she encountered people on her way to and from school, it was mostly others greeting her first.

She reached up to adjust the braid that had fallen behind her to the front, not eager to admit it, “Not at all, didn’t you see greeting them?” She just wasn’t sure if she had gotten their nas right.

After being out for a while, to avoid eting more people and feeling embarrassed, Yang Pei Min suggested they head back.

When they arrived ho, the kitchen work was nearly done, and the parents inside had pretty much finished their discussions.

Seeing them return, the parents all smiled as if they were seeing off pigs they’d raised for years…

“After the fifteenth, Yiguang will have to return to the army, so we’re thinking of setting the date sooner, preferably before he returns to his unit.

Everything on our side is already prepared, there’s no need for you to add anything extra on your side, we’re not fussy about the old customs anymore,” said Yiguang’s aunt, guided by Shen Erniu.

Nowadays, many of the traditional rites are skipped, and many brides simply dress up and their send-off is considered done.

There’s no longer any talk of a dowry: just going to town to register, buying so candy to share with relatives and friends, and that’s that.

People like Yang Peijun and Pan Shuiqin who held banquets were considered well-off.

However, those coming to offer congratulations also had to bring their own grain.

Everyone’s food supply was tight, and in recent years, there had been many instances where a single mouthful of grain could save a life—so no one wanted to overtly take advantage of others.

Zhang Minghua and Yang Dahai exchanged glances, feeling that everything was happening too quickly, but their son’s return date was fixed, and it was not easy to get leave from the military; so soldiers hadn’t returned ho in years.

Missing this chance, they didn’t know when the next would be, so it was not right for them as the bride’s family to be difficult.

With a negotiating tone, they said, “We need to discuss this date properly.

It’s our first ti marrying off a daughter, and though we’re not wealthy, we still want to prepare properly for her.

If you have any preferred dates on your side, feel free to share them, and we can finalize one together.”

Yang Dahai hoped to postpone it as long as possible before Shen Yiguang had to return to his unit.

The Shen family hoped for the sooner, the better, so the young couple could spend more ti together and firm up their relationship.

Yang Pei Min hadn’t expected to hear about her wedding date as soon as she got back.

Wasn’t this too fast?

She made eye contact with Zhang Minghua and subtly shook her head, indicating that she didn’t want the date set too soon.

With her parents there, she had no place to speak up, so she could only have her mother speak for her.

Shen Yiguang noticed her gestures and intervened, “Let’s think about this individually and find a ti later to settle on a date.”

As they spoke, Li Hong ca in to announce that dinner was ready.