Nongmen Space: Farming lady is not easy to mess with

Chapter 123 Uncle, I Don't Want to Delay Jia Ming
In early winter, the sky darkened quickly not long after the sun set from the western hills.

The women had to prepare dinner before dark, and all the people who went out to work returned to the gathering place in the northern camp at dusk.

Beicun, which had been quiet all day, gradually became lively.

Standing close to the door of the bamboo shed, drinking and chatting with a bowl of hot water, the children are laughing and playing around in twos and threes, waiting for the cook to call for dinner.

The sky is getting dark, and the smoke has dissipated.

Song Jiaming followed Dani a few steps away with his head down, and looked up at her back.

Every day, I deliberately waited until the people in the porcelain kiln had almost left before slowly packing up their things and preparing to go back, in order to stay with her for a while.

Even if I don't speak, I feel my heart is full.

Her lips moved to stop her from saying something, or to explain a few words. Thinking of the bad things at home and her position, she sighed secretly and lowered her shoulders and lowered her head.

Uncle Song, who fell behind Song Jiaming, looked at Dani's back and sighed. He strode forward and patted his son on the shoulder, and said in a deep voice, "I'm sorry for you."

Song Jiaming's back stiffened, and he silently glanced at Dani's back as she passed the corner with only a piece of clothing left, and said in a low voice, "Father, don't say that our family owes Mingxia."

"Hey, daddy knows how you feel about Dani. Dad really has nothing to do. The debt you owe must be paid back."

Song Jiaming clenched his fists, his eyes were slightly red, he turned his head and raised the corners of his mouth stiffly, "Father, stop talking, I promise this marriage."

The father and son walked into their bamboo shed in silence, and a young woman of eighteen or nineteen immediately got up from the pony and took a cloth towel to greet her, "Uncle, you are back. I got back late today, I will go to warm up Gooey."

"Hey." Uncle Song took the cloth towel and wiped off the dust on his body at the door.

Song Jiaming brushed the dust off his body up and down, looked back and saw that quite a few people had finished their dinner and came out with ponytails to wash the dishes in the weak light, and reached out to stop Mingxia.

"Sister, don't be too busy, I'll go heat it up. Where's my mother?"

Mingxia breathed a sigh of relief, moved her body inside the bamboo shed, pursed her lips, and whispered back to him: "Auntie has gone to Zhao's house, let's eat first, and I'll be back in a while."

Song Jiaming tightened his hand holding the cloth towel, his heart felt like a pinprick of pain, but it didn't show on his face, "Okay." After speaking, he turned and walked towards the small kitchen at the door.

South Village Dining Hall.

Yao shi absent-mindedly sat on the stool and fiddled with the chopsticks on the table.

"There is one last thing. The Nancun construction site prohibits children from playing there, and they are not needed to help. Sister Yao, please go over and let me know after the meeting is over."

Shu Yingtong didn't wait for an immediate reply after finishing speaking, and turned to look over.

This was the first time she saw Yao shi still on a errand, and she hadn't been in the mood since she came in for dinner. The previous content about the Nancun construction site didn't have much to do with her, so she didn't care about her.

This item was for her to do, so I had to stop and wait for her to respond.

"Ah good. Ah?" Yao Shi complied, and suddenly came back to his senses, "What did the girl arrange for me just now?"

Without waiting for Shu Yingtong to repeat, Zhu Yu had already recounted the whole story, and finally tilted his head to look at Yao Shi.

"Aunt Yao, what's wrong with you? You don't feel well? You can usually eat two bowls, but today you only ate half of the bowl like a cat? You don't take much food?"

Yao smiled apologetically, "Nancun is distracted by something." After thinking for a while, he let go of the chopsticks in his hand and sat up straight, looking at Shu Yingtong, and asked hesitantly, "Girl, are you busy later?"

"Nothing important. What?"

"I can't make up my mind about something... I don't know whether to take care of it or not."

Yao lowered his eyes and pondered for a while, then suddenly patted the table and looked at her fixedly, "Or else, I'm going to Nancun anyway, Miss, come with me when you have time? Let's go to work in the porcelain kiln first The Song family."

"Okay." Shu Yingtong got up and walked out, "Talk while walking."

south village.

Mingxia drank the mush in the bowl with a heavy heart, looked up at Uncle Song, and then at Song Jiaming who was eating slower than usual without saying a word.

Picked up a chopstick of pickled vegetables and put them in his bowl, "If you just drink it, it will taste bad in your mouth."

Song Jiaming responded in a low voice, looking at the dark pickles, he smiled wryly in his heart, let alone pickles, even meat is not delicious now.

Mingxia picked at the soles of her cloth shoes with her toes, turned her head to look at Uncle Song, and said in a voice like a mosquito, "Uncle, I... don't want to marry."

"Ah?" Uncle Song ate the chopsticks holding the pickled vegetables, and stared at her blankly, "This... didn't we agree..."

Song Jiaming stopped his chopsticks and turned to look at her in disbelief, feeling both happy and guilty.

Mingxia glanced at Song Jiaming quickly, and looked at Uncle Song opposite, her eyes became firmer and her voice raised a lot.

"Uncle, I don't want to delay Jiaming. He likes Dani who works together in the porcelain kiln, right? Dani is very nice, her family is very honest, and the girl treats her well. The two of them work together and chat It’s quite appropriate to be able to chat together.”

"Sister..." Song Jiaming's ears turned red, and he was a little embarrassed to hear Mingxia praise her sweetheart like this.

He looked up at her gratefully, but when he saw her face, he wanted to slap himself twice.

How can she take care of herself, so what should she do!
"Sister, stop talking. I have already promised."

"Yes, Mingxia, you will be twenty years old. We can't be sorry to you, nor can we be sorry to your father. Obedient, huh?"

Uncle Song sighed deeply, "The Zhao family stutters a bit, he doesn't like to talk and has a withdrawn temper. There is nothing to say about his character. Your aunt also asked people clearly. She is willing to work hard. She is a Honest man."

He doesn't look very good-looking, but he would be good if he doesn't pick Mingxia, and good-looking can't be eaten, right?

Now that some people are finally willing to come to ask for marriage, they have no reason to refuse.

It's just their perks... oh...

"Uncle, these years, you and your aunt love me as much as your own daughter, and I also treat you as the closest people."

Mingxia wiped her eyes and sucked her nose.

"I also treat Jia Ming as my own younger brother. Let those things in the past be over. There is no need to always feel that you owe me. Jia Ming doesn't like Qiu Ju, but because I have to deal with this marriage, it doesn't hurt him. And Dani?"

The father and son wanted to persuade a few more words, but hearty laughter suddenly came from outside the door.

"Good girl, tell auntie, do you see Zhao Qingsong?"

As soon as the three of them saw the person coming, they quickly put down their bowls and stood up to say hello, "Girl, Director Yao (aunt), why are you here?"

"Sit down, finish the meal first, why are you being polite." Yao waved his hand with a smile, glanced at it, moved a bench from the corner and placed it not far from the wooden table.

"It's not the right time, we have nothing else to do, just talk about a matchmaker~"

"A matchmaker?" The three said in unison, you look at me, I look at you.

"Yeah, Dani is pretty and has a good temper. After a few more years, she should be a teacher under your father. She is a good girl with skills. Jiaming, would you like to be your daughter-in-law?"

Yao's expression was high, and he looked at Song Jiaming, who was already red to the neck, teasingly.

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