husband and wife

Chapter 41

Su Wan slept quite comfortably this time, and she was gradually getting used to the bumpy ox cart, so she woke up naturally. air.

After Su Wan fell asleep, she lay her face sideways on Song Ziheng's back. When she opened her eyes, she saw an unknown flower by the roadside. It was in lavender, blooming in a bush, and it was particularly eye-catching.Su Wan's heart skipped a beat, she didn't speak yet, she only heard Song Ziheng's voice: "Miss, are you awake?"

"Well, Mr. Xiang has been on the road for a long time, why don't you take a break and drink some water?"

Song Ziheng thought for a while, and sure enough, he drove the cow to the side of the road to stop, turned his head and smiled at Su Wan: "Young lady's words are true."

Su Wan found a gourd filled with water from behind and handed it to him, then she got out of the car and walked to the bushes.After Song Ziheng finished drinking the water, he also walked to Su Wan's side. Seeing her looking at Mu Jinhua with a serious face, he sighed in a low voice: "The wind is desolate and the autumn scenery is flourishing. Poor Rong Luo is in the evening."

As soon as Song Ziheng finished his words, he saw his wife stretching out her hand to the shrub branch, destroying the flowers with fierce hands. Song Ziheng was stunned by this accident. For a second, he thought his wife was sighing for the hibiscus flower.

Su Wan clasped both hands, pulled the branch vigorously, and glanced sideways at Song Ziheng: "Master, do you know what kind of flower this is?"

"This is hibiscus, which blooms in summer, blooms in the morning and falls in the evening, and repeats itself."

Su Wan nodded: "That said, even if I don't pick flowers, they will wither by themselves."

Song Ziheng turned his thoughts around and saw that his wife was still pulling the branch, and there were red marks on her tender hands, so he hurriedly stopped her: "Why are you pulling it?"

"I want to make a wreath to wear." Su Wan was in high spirits, "Is there a guild?"

Song Ziheng shook his head: "No." Then he said, "But the lady can teach me."

In fact, the wreath is not difficult to make. With a little strength, it can be done with twists and turns. Song Ziheng is used to farm work. His father and brother can weave rattan chairs with large furniture. Although he can't make big things here, he can occasionally weave one. Grasshoppers coaxing nephews and nieces can also be called ingenuity. A wreath was made much better than Su Wan imagined, and it was adjusted to the size of her head before handing the wreath to her.Su Wan has already picked seven or eight flowers of different sizes, and they are scattered among the branches. An exquisite and beautiful garland is completed. Su Wan puts it on her head. Without a mirror, she just stares at Song Ziheng's Eyes: "Does it look good?"

Song Ziheng just looked at her and smiled, but didn't answer. Su Wan also saw the slightest bit from his clear eyes, and suddenly smiled: "Sanggong said this is a hibiscus?"

"Exactly."

"It is said that hibiscus flowers can be eaten?"

"It is indeed recorded in the "Book of Songs", but no one has made it, and I don't know how to make it delicious."

"The noodles must be fried in a pan, they must be very tender." Su Wan once tasted fried magnolia, it was delicious, and now I think about it, but it's a pity that the magnolia tree in the courtyard, when she came to her senses, the flower was gone Withered, you can no longer miss the hibiscus flower.Su Wan thought about this, but she couldn't wait, "Why don't you pick some and go back and try?"

After being made a garland by his wife, and fried and eaten, Song Ziheng couldn't feel any emotion for the hibiscus flower anymore, stopped Su Wan who was eager to try, and said half helplessly: "Pick it back now." It’s about time, and there are many openings at the entrance of the village, let’s go there to pick them.”

There was also a hibiscus at the entrance of the village, Song Ziheng didn't let Su Wan move, he got out of the car and picked a lot, Su Wan took off the wreath, removed the flowers that Yande couldn't see, replaced them with fresh hibiscus flowers, and the ox cart came back again. Driving into Songjia Village, the villagers and a group of children stared at Su Wan in surprise...the wreath on her head greeted her one after another.

——"Zi Heng and his wife have come back from Yue's house? Look at the whole car, it's even more than when we went yesterday..."

——"You shallow-sighted, Ziheng's father-in-law is a rich man, what is this thing?"

Men can't help staring at a cart full of things with jealousy, and it's okay to marry a beautiful wife. The wife's family is rich and generous. If they want half of the blessing, they will wake up from their dreams with laughter. They are also good-looking and talented, and they will go to Beijing to take the No. [-] Scholar Examination in the future. Such a wife is worthy, and they have nothing to say-the gap is too big, and even jealousy can't arise, so everyone will just say a few sarcastic remarks , but it's not too much, it's more fun.

An old lady looked at the wreath on Su Wan's head with a smile, "The young couple have a good relationship, you people can't be more envious."

Song Ziheng just smiled, driving the bullock cart through the crowd with a calm demeanor.

Now that the farm work is over, there is nothing else to do. Even if you earn some money by working for others, you have to rest for a few days. Let’s talk about it after the hot summer. Like Song Lao, they can do carpentry by themselves, and they can do it at home. You don't need to bask in the sun, and you are not afraid of heatstroke.

(End of this chapter)