Ghost Festival, huh!
What kind of good luck can a child born on this day have? They even call it a blessing star.
In her heart, she was already a bit skeptical when Jiang Xiaoxiao claid her daughter-in-law was destined to bring prosperity to her husband and family; she suspected that this girl might be a con artist.
She wanted to exchange more things with her, and she was using these words to deceive her.
The matter of marrying a daughter-in-law was known to everyone in the village, and it had already been widely publicized.
No family in the village was unaware. If this girl had asked soone along the way, she might really know their family situation and could say these things without being strange.
The old lady was quite vigilant.
Jiang Xiaoxiao naturally understood that relying on these words, it wasn’t easy to gain the old lady’s trust. Who can be taken at their word with just a couple of sentences?
While they were talking, soone knocked on the door.
"Mom, why are you locking the door in the middle of the day?"
Upon hearing the voice, Jiang Xiaoxiao knew it was her forr husband.
The old lady hurriedly opened the door.
"What kind of weather is this today? You even went up the mountain to gather herbs. Don’t you know that the ground is frozen after the first snow here? And still, you insist on going. Are you risking your life just to marry a wife?"
A young man was at a loss for words after being scolded by his mother when he noticed a young girl standing behind her.
He couldn’t say anything, not even daring to look at her.
"Mom, I was just going up the mountain to see if I could gather any herbs. Otherwise, I’d just be idling this winter anyway. I didn’t gather much, and I even slipped on my way down."
Jiang Xiaoxiao looked at her forr husband, feeling a surge of emotions.
This was her husband in his youth; at this ti, her husband was still very young.
His face didn’t have the coldness and numbness she saw later. At this ti, her forr husband still had the innocence of a young man and a hint of shyness, but his eyes were bright and cheerful.
He even showed joy and anticipation.
She felt a bitterness hard to express.
Marrying this man, she had no expectations, but this man never brought her any happiness.
Aside from the fact that her three children who cared for her in old age were his, Jiang Xiaoxiao had no attachnt to this husband.
Perhaps her forr husband’s heart died with his wife’s death, but that affection wasn’t for her, and she had no right to fulfill obligations for another woman.
Yet her forr husband married her.
Between them, there was neither grace nor resentnt, except for those three children.
If not for those three children who treated her as their mother with genuine care and filial piety, those whom she’d worked hard to raise, Jiang Xiaoxiao wouldn’t have made this trip.
Consider it her act of charity, so those three children can grow up under their biological parents’ care.
As a way to repay their kindness in the previous life.
After all, the three children who cared for her in her old age and sent her off weren’t related by blood, but they treated this stepmother as their birth mother, making her see that there are many kindnesses in this world worthy of attachnt.
There is warmth in this world.
"Oh dear, what’s this? Old lady, it looks like ginseng!"
Jiang Xiaoxiao whispered with surprise.
She picked an item from the basket on the ground and held it before the old lady.
The old lady was startled and looked carefully, and it truly was.
People in their village often went to the mountain to find wild ginseng or the like.
Nine out of ten tis, they ca back empty-handed; on rare occasions, soone found a piece or two, and it was a cause for great celebration.
It’s said that if sent to the county’s purchasing station, it could fetch quite a bit of money.
So they had indeed seen ginseng before, and this ginseng was taken from her son’s basket, it seed like he had dug it out today.
She noticed the ginseng still had soil on it, obviously freshly dug from the ground.
She quickly took it from Jiang Xiaoxiao’s hand.
Handled it with the care of treasure.
The young man was dumbfounded?
Ginseng?
He hadn’t dug it up.
But it was clearly taken from his basket, and who would believe him if he said it wasn’t?
He scratched his head and puzzled if maybe when he fell off the mountain, a ginseng accidentally fell into his basket?
Failing to consider that ginseng grows in the soil and can’t just casually fall out?
The story couldn’t be woven like that.
"Old lady, this ginseng looks like a hundred-year-old variety. The last ti I was at the provincial city’s purchasing station, their fifty-year-old ginseng sold for over three hundred yuan. This hundred-year-old ginseng should sell for even more, right?"
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