??Chapter 36: Chapter 36: Can’t Be Your Daughter-in-Law
Chapter 36: Chapter 36: Can’t Be Your Daughter-in-Law
Chapter 36: Can’t Be Your Bride
“Captain, I never expected to find such a sprightly young girl in a small mountain village like this,” a team mber with a round face and large eyes, who appeared to be only about seventeen, chuckled as he brushed grass clippings off his clothes.
The young girl he referred to was naturally Chiang Xiao.
The man called Captain was about twenty-two or twenty-three years old, very tall—close to one ter ninety—and his physique was nearly perfect, tall and straight like a pine tree. Just one glance was enough to give people a sense of enormous security.
His eyebrows were raised as if flying, his eyes dark and deep, and his thin lips tightly pressed together as he watched the figures of the grandchildren and their grandparent fade away.
After a mont, he withdrew his gaze and glanced at the team mber.
“No matter how sprightly, she’s still just a child and can’t be a bride.”
“Captain,” the team mber jumped, hastily distancing himself, “I only ant she was sprightly, I didn’t an in that way!” Although he had long harbored thoughts of taking a wife, that girl nad Chiang Xiao looked to be only about twelve or thirteen. He wasn’t such a beast!
Would he still be human if he pinched such a bloom of the motherland?
“Alright, let’s move on.”
The team captain took the lead, heading toward a narrow path behind the mountain.
They were just passing by this small mountain village called Siyang Village and had unexpectedly witnessed a rather exciting scene. That was all.
Chiang Xiao and her grandparents returned ho, their stomachs growling.
But despite the problem having been resolved, the mood of the three was quite good.
“Little, why don’t you sit down and rest for a bit, grandma will chop so green onions to mix into your porridge,” Ge Liutao hurried to the stove to get busy.
She had gotten up early to cook a small pot of porridge, which also simred an egg, prepared to nourish Chiang Xiao. However, plain porridge was tasteless, so they could only have it with so homade pickles.
Chiang Xiao liked green onions. Usually, she would chop up a couple of green onions and mix them into the porridge while it was still steaming hot, turning the plain porridge into a bowl of fragrant scallion porridge.
The Chiang family was poor, and this was all they could afford for breakfast each day.
“You two eat first, I’ll go to Ding Daqiang’s house to get so eggs,” Chiang Songhai said, now knowing that Ding Dani had pushed Chiang Xiao into the creek and not wanting to be polite with them any longer.
He had to get back what was owed to them. Worried that the Ding Family might not give him eggs, he also took a small bamboo basket with him.
Chiang Xiao didn’t stop him, nor did she plan to follow.
The decision had been made by Secretary Yao. No matter how reluctant Ding Daqiang and Guiying were, they would have to hand over the eggs, otherwise, they would be crossing Secretary Yao.
Sure enough, after a while, Chiang Songhai returned with a small basket of eggs.
“No more, no less, twelve eggs.”
Chiang Xiao glanced at the small basket of eggs. Each was very small, about half the size compared to the eggs from the poultry farms she would buy later.
Although hogrown eggs tended to be smaller, Chiang Xiao guessed that Guiying must have carefully picked out the smallest ones to send to them.
In fact, smaller eggs might taste better.
Chiang Xiao didn’t care to argue with that family over such matters.
“Grandma, starting tomorrow, let’s cook three eggs every day, one for each of us!” Chiang Xiao emphasized again that each person should get one, fearing that her grandmother would cook only one again.
All three mbers of their family had weak constitutions; they needed to nourish themselves properly.
“Alright, alright, whatever you say, Little,” Ge Liutao responded with a smile.
After breakfast, both grandparents went off to water the vegetable garden. Grandpa would likely pick so herbs after that, leaving Chiang Xiao alone at ho.
Chiang Xiao closed the courtyard gate and sat down on the flagstones beneath the Chinese toon tree. With her grandparents not ho, she had to be on guard against Song Xiyun.
Sitting under the tree, Chiang Xiao sorted out her thoughts.
She had managed to turn the most crucial step of this life around, but she had no idea in which direction her life would now head.
Unconsciously, she reached out and picked up a dicinal herb her grandfather had stacked to the side. Suddenly, her consciousness rippled, and then she saw a small patch of dark soil.
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