Daily Life of an Ancient Couple’s Struggle 28

Chapter 28: Crucian Carp Soup and Shepherd’s Purse Dumplings
The three sisters huffed in indignation, yet they were helpless. After all, no one had ever said they couldn’t seek help. Seeing this, Yuan Yao burst out laughing. “Enough now! The pastries still count. Hurry back to your work!”
Hearing this, the three switched to smiles at once. “We were only joking! Now we’ll go back to digging for mushrooms!”
The competition was merely a formality; everyone in the family knew that wild mushrooms were delicious and edible, and if they were valuable, they could even be sold for money. Thus, they all worked even harder.
Looking at the morel mushrooms, porcini, and such large termite mushrooms in the basket, Yuan Yao was truly astonished.
“Where… where did you find these?”
Jiang Song’an pointed casually toward the bamboo grove, and Yuan Yao’s eyes lit up. “I’m coming too!”
Jiang Song’an said, “There might be green pit vipers inside the bamboo grove.”
Upon hearing this, Yuan Yao immediately lost her enthusiasm.
Jiang Song’an added, “But it should be fine if you stay near the edge. I haven’t dug up the spring bamboo shoots yet. I’ll sprinkle some snake-repellent powder; just follow me and don’t wander off.”
Yuan Yao’s spirits lifted immediately, and she nodded at once. Seeing this, Jiang Nian quickly said, “Eldest sister and brother-in-law, you go ahead; I’ll watch over the younger sisters here!”
Yuan Shuang promptly corrected him, “I am the elder sister.”
Jiang Nian laughed, “Yes, yes, and there is also the elder sister.”
Reassured, Yuan Yao accompanied Jiang Song’an to the bamboo grove. The grove here was not particularly large, yet the bamboo grew thick and lush. Jiang Song’an first looked up to inspect several areas before feeling safe enough to let Yuan Yao approach. The bamboo shoots were all nestled at the base of the stalks. Yuan Yao realized that this place was truly a treasure trove; the good finds here far exceeded those in the open meadow they had just visited!
She grew excited and could hardly wait to start digging with her small shovel. Jiang Song’an also resumed his search, though he moved leisurely, lacking Yuan Yao’s urgency. Yet despite his slow pace, his aim was far more accurate; every bamboo shoot or mushroom he unearthed was larger than hers.
Still, Yuan Yao refused to admit defeat. Through sheer diligence, she managed to dig up a few herself. However, her enthusiasm lasted only briefly; before long, her arms began to ache.
Truly engaging in farm work proved entirely different from cooking—it was indeed physically demanding.
Jiang Song’an noticed her gradually slowing movements; what else was there to understand? He slowly curled his lips upward. “Tired?”
Yuan Yao nodded. Glancing back, she saw the same scene over there: the three sisters had long lost their initial enthusiasm and were now slacking off on the side, with only Jiang Year still huffing and puffing as he worked away.
Jiang Song’an, naturally unwilling to let her tire herself, reached out to pull Yuan Yao and called loudly to the others, “Let’s all take a break and head over to the stream.”
Hearing their brother-in-law say this, the children immediately brightened up and dashed toward the stream. Though the water had only just begun to thaw from its winter ice, it now flowed gently, revealing faint glimpses of tiny fish fry beneath the surface. Lush green grass lined both banks, while clusters of tender yellow wildflowers had already begun to bloom, painting a scene brimming with life that instantly captured everyone’s attention.
The girls dared not venture too close to the water’s edge, but Jiang Nian, heedless of any caution, immediately prepared to follow his older brother into the stream. Seeing this, Yuan Yao exclaimed in surprise, “What are you doing?”
Jiang Song’an smiled. “Let’s set two baskets; we might have an unexpected harvest when we return.”
“Will there be any fish at this time of year?!” Wu 2 Si 9 Ling 8 Yi Jiu 2
Jiang Nian laughed. “It’s clear Sister-in-law has never fished in a river. Spring is when fish are most abundant. In winter, once the ice breaks, the fish come out to feed. Fishing now is even better than in autumn!”
Yuan Yao truly knew none of this; at that moment, she only felt that the great mountain was indeed a treasure trove. No wonder the old saying goes, “Those who live by the mountain feed on the mountain; those who live by the water feed on the water.” It really made sense.
Jiang Nian also knew how to set fish traps. Following his older brother, he quickly laid out the baskets. Once set, the traps required no further attention; they only needed to be collected before leaving. Whether there would be a catch depended entirely on whether Heaven deigned to grant them a meal. At this time, the water was still too cold for wading in to catch fish by hand.
However, they could dig up more wild vegetables. Although Yuan Yao didn’t know how to set fish traps, there were plenty of good things along this stream. A striking pale purple plant caught her eye immediately; she recognized it at once. Wasn’t this Chinese milk vetch?
Chinese milk vetch has a slightly pungent and sweet taste, with a neutral nature. It dispels wind and improves vision, strengthens the spleen and boosts qi, detoxifies and alleviates pain…
Yuan Yao had learned this later in Chang’an City after reading many books. This unassuming little weed, growing in fields year-round, offered numerous benefits. Moreover, while living in the prefectural city, she had also discovered that it made excellent pig feed!
Upon spotting it, Yuan Yao’s eyes lit up. “Let’s pick some of this; it will be useful.”
Jiang Song’an lowered his gaze and naturally recognized it as well, yet since no one would take such a thing for free, he asked, “Is this edible?”
“It is edible, but it depends on how it’s prepared. Still, it has many benefits; picking it won’t be in vain.” Hearing Yuan Yao say this, Jiang Song’an nodded and began to gather them.
Glancing up again, Yuan Yao’s eyes lit up once more; not far away stood a peach blossom tree and a pear blossom tree. The pink peach blossoms and snow-white pear flowers were already in full bloom. Due to skills honed in her previous life, Yuan Yao still found herself unable to walk past any sight of blooming flowers.
Before she could even say a word, Jiang Song’an had already noticed. He asked directly, “Do you want them?”
Yuan Yao nodded excitedly, and Jiang Song’an’s lips curved into a smile as he strode toward the two trees.
Of course, Jiang Song’an merely thought she found the blossoms beautiful and hadn’t picked many, but Yuan Yao’s mind was already racing through several possibilities.
Peach Blossom Dew and Pear Flower Powder—these were products her perfume shop had sold in her previous life. Yuan Yao remembered the methods clearly; however, making perfumed powder was far from preparing food. It required an array of intricate tools: scales, steamers, mortars and pestles, ceramic incense burners, and more. Fresh flowers were merely the simplest ingredient; to craft a truly fine fragrance, aromatic plants were absolutely indispensable.
Orchids, eupatoriums, angelicas, and mugworts were among the earliest aromatic plants adopted by people in the Central Plains, yet none grew here now. Thus, the peach and pear blossoms Jiang Song’an had picked for her today could likely only be kept at home to enjoy their scent. However! If they had millet at home, she could attempt making Pear Flower Powder. Women favored a fair complexion; ordinary households typically used finely ground millet for their face powder, though wealthy families in Chang’an City could afford lead-based powders.
Yuan Yao disliked that; the lead powder was alarmingly white. Although millet powder wasn’t as long-lasting, it was still quite good. Moreover, pear blossoms are white, so making face powder from them seemed feasible. Thinking thus, she asked Jiang Song’an to pick more pear blossoms, which he readily agreed to, silently noting this down in his heart.
Yaoyao likes pear blossoms.
Naturally, Yuan Yao was unaware of Jiang Song’an’s thoughts; she was simply delighted by today’s abundant harvest.
After returning from the stream, the whole family dug up plenty more wild vegetables. Altogether, they gathered two full baskets of shepherd’s purse, the most abundant; one basket each of wild chives and kalimeris; about ten bamboo shoots; and another basket of wild mountain mushrooms, almost all dug up by Jiang Song’an. Additionally, there were those Chinese milk vetch flowers and various small blooms from the mountainside.
It was quite a fruitful harvest!
With the work basically done, Yuan Yao brought out the lunch she had carried up the mountain. After everyone washed their hands, they received the plump, white rice balls. No one had ever tasted such a novel delicacy before; upon taking the first bite, the fragrant aroma of rice immediately filled their mouths. A few more chews revealed a filling inside—like a steamed bun, yet distinctly like eating rice itself. Not only did it taste delicious, but it was also incredibly intriguing!
Yuan Yao, seeing their delight, smiled and said, “I wasn’t sure if you’d like them, so I didn’t make too many. Let’s save the rest for later; there are also pan-fried buns.”
Jiang Song’an enthusiastically chimed in, “Delicious! The buns are delicious too.”
He was indeed hungry, devouring each large bun in just two or three bites. Since at least half of today’s provisions had been gathered or dug up by Jiang Song’an himself, Yuan Yao felt sorry for his hard work. She shifted slightly closer to him and whispered, “Tonight, when we get back, let’s make dumplings. Have you ever tried shepherd’s purse dumplings?”
In truth, Jiang Song’an had eaten them before, but those were made with nothing but plain shepherd’s purse filling and lacked any real flavor. Knowing that Yao Yao’s skillful hands would surely create something far more delicious, he nodded first, then shook his head.
Silly and foolish.
Yuan Yao smiled. “We’ll have it tonight.”
A hint of anticipation stirred in Jiang Song’an; he lifted his lips into a smile and said, “Alright, thank you for your trouble.”
Having spoken, he gently squeezed her hand once more, secretly.
The couple sat side by side, with Yuan Shuang seated opposite her eldest sister and brother-in-law. She stole a glance at them; though their exchange consisted of nothing more than the most ordinary household chatter, Yuan Shuang could detect boundless sweetness in every word.
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After noon, the sun came out, and the whole family prepared to head back. Before leaving, Jiang Nian still worried about the two fish traps, and Yuan Yao was also curious whether any fish had been caught. When they reached the stream, everyone couldn’t help but stretch their necks eagerly.
Jiang Song’an and Jiang Nian each checked one fish trap. Jiang Song’an acted mysteriously, while Jiang Nian, less composed than him, bent down for a look and immediately cried out with delight: “There are fish! There are fish! Several of them!”
Upon hearing that there were indeed fish, and several of them at that, the three sisters could no longer stay calm. They immediately rushed over to Jiang Nian’s side, exclaiming, “Let me see! Let me see!”
Jiang Song’an had by then also come ashore and smiled, saying, “Indeed, quite a few. We’re in luck.”
Yuan Yao’s eyes lit up as she hurried over to take a look. Sure enough! Inside the fish basket was one perch along with several smaller crucian carp. Jiang Nian’s basket held similar fortune: one grass carp and two smaller crucian carp.
“There really are fish! We get to eat fish!”
“These fish are free!” Yuan Yao was delighted. “We’re in for a treat this afternoon! We can stew these crucian carp into soup right away, and keep the sea bass and grass carp alive to steam and braise tomorrow!”
The children were overjoyed, eagerly vying to carry the fish baskets. Jiang Song’an didn’t refuse; instead, he smiled and handed them over. The entire family made their way home in high spirits.
Just as they reached their doorstep, they encountered Aunt Dou. Glancing at their baskets of various sizes, she laughed, “Oh my goodness! Did you all go up the mountain? What a bountiful harvest!”
Yuan Yao replied, “Yes, Auntie. Quite a few people have been heading up the mountain lately. You should find some time to check it out yourself.”
Aunt Dou responded, “I will, I certainly will! Probably within the next couple of days.”
As Yuan Yao spoke, she plucked a handful of fresh shepherd’s purse and handed it over. “Try these; I dug them up today!”
Since it was free, Auntie Dou didn’t refuse; she accepted it with a smile. “I appreciate your kindness. Tomorrow I’ll head up the mountain to dig some myself. You know, shepherd’s purse makes the most fragrant fillings for dumplings and wontons!”
Yuan Yao: “That’s right, I’m planning to make dumplings today!”
“Great, great, go ahead and get busy!”
Pushing open the gate to their small courtyard, the whole family was utterly exhausted. Despite Yuan Yao’s earlier enthusiasm about all the things she intended to do, now that she was back, all she wanted was to rest!
Jiang Song’an, however, seemed truly tireless. He first fetched a large basin from the kitchen, filled it with water, and put away the sea bass and grass carp that Yuan Yao had planned to eat tomorrow. As for the remaining crucian carp, he dispatched them on the spot. His movements in killing and gutting the fish were seamless and swift. Sitting on a reclining chair in the courtyard, Yuan Yao watched him and suddenly called out, “Jiang Song’an.”
Jiang Song’an froze mid-motion, then immediately turned around to see Yuan Yao sitting on a lounge chair in the courtyard, smiling brightly at him. “You’re so amazing! How do you know how to do everything?”
Yuan Yao swung her feet childishly, her voice still sweet and soft. The moment the little hook at the end of her words faded, Jiang Song’an’s knife slipped, slicing straight into his finger.
Both froze in surprise. Yuan Yao immediately rushed over. “What happened?! Does it hurt?”
Only then did Jiang Song’an come to his senses. “It’s nothing, just a tiny cut.”
Yuan Yao frowned, immediately grabbing his large hand to rinse the wound with clean water. “Come inside with me; I’ll apply some medicine. Forget about the fish.”
Jiang Song’an’s injury immediately put the whole family on edge. Jiang Nian rushed over at once, saying, “Brother, stop gutting the fish; let me do it.”
Jiang Song’an smiled helplessly. “It really isn’t a big deal.”
Yuan Yao paid him no mind. Fortunately, there was still a small piece of fine cloth left in the house. She sprinkled some wound-healing powder onto it and carefully wrapped Jiang Song’an’s finger.
Jiang Song’an watched in silence as Yuan Yao bandaged that tiny nick—which could hardly even be called a wound—until it resembled a sausage. Several times he opened his mouth to speak but held back; in the end, he simply let her have her way.
Yuan Yao: “I’ll go cook; you rest for a while.”
After Yuan Yao finished speaking, she stood up. Jiang Song’an immediately rose right after her, leaving Yuan Yao helpless: “Good heavens, please take a rest!”
Hearing the slight anger in her voice, Jiang Song’an sheepishly sat back down.
In the courtyard, Jiang Nian had already finished cleaning the last crucian carp with remarkable speed. Yuan Yao was quite surprised, yet she dared not let the children handle these tasks anymore. She carried the cleaned fish to the kitchen herself, then asked Yuan Shuang to visit Aunt Dou’s house to buy two blocks of tofu. As for the others, they were assigned to wash vegetables, pluck greens, and clean the mushrooms; there was plenty for everyone to do.
For the crucian carp and tofu soup, those small fish were first pan-fried until golden on both sides before being transferred into a clay pot to simmer. Frying the fish beforehand helps create a milky-white broth. After adding a few slices of ginger and spring onion, it was left to stew over low heat. Meanwhile, Yuan Shuang soon returned carrying fresh tofu.
Cut the fresh tofu into small cubes, and add them to the simmering fish soup in the clay pot once it comes to a boil. This method yields a crucian carp and tofu soup with a milky-white broth, free of impurities, and bursting with unparalleled freshness. The nutrients from both the tofu and the fish meld perfectly together, making a bowl of this soup on an early spring day both comforting and nourishing.
While the soup simmers, Yuan Yao kneads and rests the dough. Meanwhile, the children bring the washed shepherd’s purse into the kitchen: “Eldest Sister, we’re here to help you make dumplings!”
Yuan Yao replies, “Great! A-Shuang can roll out the dumpling wrappers. Once I’ve seasoned the filling, you all can start wrapping! But first, go wash your hands!”
Everyone rushes eagerly to the sink to wash their hands.
The fresh shepherd’s purse was quickly blanched in boiling water, drained, and finely chopped. Since pure shepherd’s purse lacks flavor, Yuan Yao took advantage of a fresh pork tenderloin they had at home; after mincing it, she mixed it with the chopped greens to create a savory filling. Whether wrapped into dumplings or wontons, this combination of fresh meat and shepherd’s purse yields an incomparably delicious taste.
Recently, the household had accumulated quite a few eggs, thanks largely to their robust laying hen and Yuan Li’s daily catches of grasshoppers. Generously, Yuan Yao cracked six or seven eggs, lightly scrambled them just enough to set, then broke them up and mixed them thoroughly with the remaining shepherd’s purse. Thus, they prepared both meat-and-vegetable and egg-and-vegetable dumplings, covering all bases.
The entire family eagerly anticipated tonight’s dinner. The crucian carp soup was ready in no time; with wild greens and fish already providing ample freshness, there was no need to add those flavorful mixed mushrooms. Still, wild mountain mushrooms could be included safely, as eating them again in two days posed no problem.
“Dinner’s ready!”
As soon as the plump, white dumplings hit the pot, the whole family eagerly gathered in the courtyard. Jiang Song’an directly moved the dining table to the center of the yard; with the weather warming up, eating outdoors was a tradition in Shenmu Town. Today’s sunset was brilliant, promising another fine day tomorrow.
A large basin of snowy-white, fragrant crucian carp and tofu soup, three or four plates of freshly boiled, plump white dumplings, and a small vinegar dish for each person. After arranging the tables and chairs, Jiang Song’an headed to the kitchen to help her bring out the food. Yuan Yao exclaimed, “You’re injured! Go sit down immediately!”
Jiang Song’an: “…It’s all healed.”
Yuan Yao didn’t believe him.
Jiang Song’an had no choice but to extend his hand for her to see; the fine cloth had been removed. “It’s truly healed,” he said cautiously, “keeping it wrapped is inconvenient…”
Yuan Yao turned his fingers over and examined them carefully for quite some time. The cut indeed remained only as a faint mark.
Jiang Song’an seemed made of iron; Yuan Yao found herself with nothing more to say. “…Very well then. I’ve nothing else here that needs help. Let’s go eat.”
Jiang Song’an insisted on taking the plate from her hands, and together they walked over.
Seeing that the several gluttonous little monkeys at home could hardly contain themselves any longer, Yuan Yao smiled and called out, “Let’s eat!”
The children were overjoyed and quickly reached for their chopsticks to scoop the plump, white dumplings into the bowls before them!
These were dumplings! And filled with shepherd’s purse no less!
Shepherd’s purse can only be enjoyed fresh in spring, so the children treasure it dearly; whether paired with minced meat or eggs, it offers a unique and delightful flavor.
The crucian carp and tofu soup was especially exquisite. Jiang Nian blinked, unable to resist asking, “Sister-in-law, did you add something special to this soup? It’s so white.”
Yuan Yao smiled. “I didn’t add anything special. The crucian carp was pan-fried in oil, and then I mashed the bones thoroughly. That’s why the soup turned out so milky white. The fish meat itself isn’t much to speak of anymore; you should drink more of the broth instead—all the good stuff is in there.”
The three sisters and Jiang Nian obediently agreed. Upon hearing this, Jiang Song’an said nothing, merely ladling out a bowl in silence. Just as Yuan Yao glanced at the nearly empty plate of dumplings and prepared to rise, Jiang Song’an suddenly placed the bowl of fish soup he had served before her: “You drink it; I’ll go cook more.”
The three sisters instantly lowered their voices, and Yuan Yao’s cheeks flushed slightly. After Jiang Song’an left, she glanced at Yuan Li, who was making exaggerated faces, and said with a mix of exasperation and amusement, “Hurry up and eat! Or have you suddenly lost your appetite?!”
Yuan Li lowered her head: “You only know how to scold me…”
After the meal.
The exhaustion from a day of frantic activity finally caught up with them. Yuan Qi and Yuan Shuang offered to help Yuan Yao wash the dishes; she didn’t refuse, smiling as she gave them a few instructions before returning to her room to rest.
Jiang Song’an walked in at that moment and asked, “Want to take a bath?”
Yuan Yao smiled shyly. “Yes, I do.”
It was inconvenient to boil water at home; she should have just wiped herself down yesterday. Jiang Song’an, however, didn’t complain in the slightest. He immediately turned to fetch and heat water for her while Yuan Yao tidied up their clothes inside the room, her heart warming with affection.
She had originally intended to take out some of the spring clothes from the cabinet, but inadvertently discovered a pair of shoes belonging to Jiang Song’an tucked inside. The shoes looked somewhat worn, yet they were washed remarkably clean. Only then did Yuan Yao remember that Jiang Song’an possessed very few garments and footwear; although a new set had been added for the New Year, now that spring had arrived, it was high time to procure fresh ones again.
She carefully put the shoes back exactly as she found them, pretending nothing had happened. Jiang Song’an soon returned, first carrying cold water to the washroom.
Yuan Yao walked over and stood at the doorway of the washroom, asking, “Are you heading out tomorrow to busy yourself with spring plowing? What about the matters in the city?”
Jiang Song’an replied, “I was just about to discuss this with you. The urgent task at the iron workshop has been completed. For the foreseeable future, I won’t be too occupied and can stay home to keep you company.”
After speaking his last words, he deliberately turned to glance at Yuan Yao, his eyes brimming with laughter. Yuan Yao’s earlobes grew slightly warm again as she murmured softly, “Who even cares if you keep me company…”
Jiang Song’an merely smiled without replying and turned once more to fetch the bucket of hot water for her.
Yuan Yao also tidied herself up, preparing to take a bath.
Since Jiang Song’an was temporarily not busy with matters at the iron smithy, she thought about acquiring a few more things. Although purchasing farmland had cost quite a sum, their daily stall business now brought in steady earnings. Jiang Song’an was right; relying solely on human strength to plow the fields was far too difficult and would only lead to exhaustion. Perhaps it would be better to buy an ox? That way, the household could also have an ox-cart.
Now, every trip into the city requires renting a carriage; continuing like this is surely no long-term solution.
While pondering this, Yuan Yao slowly loosened her hair and untied her sash. Preoccupied with her thoughts, she nearly forgot that Jiang Song’an might enter at any moment.
Suddenly, a sound came from behind her. Instinctively, Yuan Yao turned her head, only to be immediately pulled into Jiang Song’an’s embrace the next instant.
Yuan Yao felt as though she had fallen into a blazing furnace; the slight chill she had felt moments before was entirely swept away by his scorching palms. As Jiang Song’an parted her hair to kiss her neck, Yuan Yao, who had just been worrying about purchasing an ox, now found herself utterly dizzy from his kisses…
“Don’t…” Yuan Yao pounded Jiang Song’an’s shoulder. “I haven’t washed; I’m covered in sweat…”
“It’s nothing,” Jiang Song’an mumbled indistinctly.
After a few moments of kissing, Jiang Song’an suddenly said, “Together.”
Before Yuan Yao could react, Jiang Song pulled her into the bath tub with him. She let out a startled cry, finally realizing his intention. Frustrated that it was too late to resist, she helplessly allowed Jiang Song’an to have his way.
The two of them stayed in the spacious bathtub until the water turned cold. For the final time, Yuan Yao, fearing that the sound of splashing might attract the attention of the little ones, firmly refused to continue. Left with no choice, Jiang Song’an helplessly held her in his arms, leaning against the edge of the tub as they shared one last intimate moment. Through this experience, Yuan Yao gained a new understanding of Jiang Song’an’s strength; if she ever felt sorry for him again, she vowed to write her name backwards!
After all the exertion, Yuan Yao was completely drained, her body so limp she didn’t even want to move a finger. Jiang Song’an, however, looked thoroughly satisfied, like a glutton after a feast. Without any complaint, he carried her back to bed, meticulously cleaned every corner of the bathing room, and only then did he return to the covers, brimming with energy.
Half-asleep, Yuan Yao felt herself being pulled into an embrace once more. Jiang Song’an’s chest was warm; sleeping like this in winter was perfect. She woke only for an instant before drifting off again, sleeping soundly until dawn broke.
Since Jiang Song’an has been at home these days, Yuan Yao finds life much easier. Moreover, Jiang Nian now eagerly takes on every household chore; even simple tasks like preparing breakfast no longer require her attention, allowing Yuan Yao the pleasure of sleeping in a little longer.
Still, she shouldn’t oversleep too late, as both Jiang Song’an and Jiang Nian need to head out to the fields today.
Yuan Yao felt a flush of embarrassment mixed with irritation—it was all due to last night’s recklessness that she had nearly forgotten their important duties. Just then, Jiang Song’an entered carrying a basin of water; Yuan Yao lifted her gaze and shot him an angry glance.
Jiang Song’an sat down with a smile. “Breakfast is ready; come eat quickly. I’ll be heading to the fields shortly.”
Yuan Yao said, “I was just about to tell you: now that we have farmland, why not buy an ox? It would be useful whether for plowing or pulling a cart.”
In fact, Jiang Song’an had long harbored the same idea. He replied directly, “I’ve considered it too, but yellow oxen are too large; they’d be troublesome for you to care for when I’m away from home. Actually, I was thinking of waiting a while longer before heading into town to purchase a mule instead. Its size is more manageable, and it runs somewhat faster than an ox.”
Yuan Yao’s eyes lit up. “You already had plans? Why didn’t you tell me?”
Jiang Song’an’s smile deepened. “There simply wasn’t time.”
Yuan Yao was taken aback, her ears turning red once more. She averted her gaze, avoiding a reply, and asked instead, “Then what about spring plowing?”
“We’d better borrow from Uncle Zhao again; by now, his family must have finished using theirs.”
Yuan Yao lowered her eyes. “Lately, we’ve troubled Uncle Zhao and Auntie Wu far too much. Since you’re in no hurry to return to the county town, why don’t I invite them over for a visit? We’ll host them.”
Jiang Song’an bent down and kissed her cheek lightly. “All right, you decide.”
Seeing him lean in again, Yuan Yao raised her hand, intending to slap him; but lacking strength in her arm, she only managed a soft pat against his face, which instead looked remarkably like flirting. Jiang Song’an first froze in surprise, then the smile in his eyes deepened.
“It’s daytime; this isn’t appropriate.”
Yuan Yao: “…”
She felt somewhat annoyed that she hadn’t placed an embroidery basket by the bedside; otherwise, she would certainly have taken a needle and thread right now to sew his mouth shut!
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During the spring plowing season, every household is busy. By noon, a fine drizzle began to fall from the sky.
Yuan Shuang glanced outside: “Sister, it’s raining. Should we send umbrellas to Brother-in-law and the others?”
Yuan Qi replied, “Second Sister, this rain won’t last long. This fine drizzle is good for the fields. Brother-in-law and Young Nian both have bamboo hats, so they’ll be fine.”
Yuan Shuang was surprised: “How do you know this rain won’t last?”
Yuan Qi: “It’s the spring rain. Besides, one of the books Eldest Sister bought me earlier was about celestial phenomena during farming seasons; I reckon I’ve pretty much finished reading it.”
After these words were spoken, the sisters were all stunned. Yuan Yao walked out from the kitchen and asked, “Xiaoqi, have you already finished reading one book?”
Yuan Qi awkwardly touched her nose and replied, “That book mostly contains illustrations, so I read through it quickly.”
Yuan Li also said at this moment, “I’ve finished reading my little comic book too!”
Yuan Yao gritted her teeth and said, “Next time we go to town, Big Sister will buy you a few more books.”
Yuan Qi immediately replied, “It’s no trouble; there are still some left. By the way, Big Sister, after I finish reading this one, we can sell it. Even old books are valuable and can always be exchanged for something.”
Seeing her younger sister so sensible filled Yuan Yao with considerable relief: “Little Qi, don’t worry about this. Even if Big Sister has no money left, she will definitely ensure that you continue your studies.”
Having said this, she glanced toward the attic. It was already the third month; the tutor was accepting new students, and she ought to prepare the tuition fee and pay her respects.
Although there was no need to deliver umbrellas during the rainy season, Jiang Song’an and Jiang Nian still needed their midday meal. After preparing lunch, Yuan Yao packed two portions and instructed Yuan Shuang, “Shuang, keep an eye on your younger sisters; I’ll be back shortly.”
“Eldest Sister, why don’t I go? You can eat first,” Yuan Shuang suggested.
“There’s no need; your brother-in-law and I have matters to discuss.”
Yuan Shuang reluctantly dropped the idea.
Before stepping out, Yuan Yao put on the small bamboo hat that Jiang Song’an had woven for her with his own hands. Although he often behaved rather improperly at night, his meticulous attention to the details of daily life always brought her great comfort. Take this hat, for instance: not only was it compact and attractive, but even the chin strap was perfectly adjusted. She had worn the family’s original large hat before, but its straps were too long, causing it to slip off easily, which was highly inconvenient.
The fact that Jiang Song’an noticed even such minor details proved how thoughtful and capable he was. Yuan Yao pressed her lips together slightly and quickened her pace.
Shortly after leaving home, Yuan Yao encountered Sister Hongmei. Naturally, upon meeting, they exchanged pleasantries. Glancing at the basket in Yuan Yao’s hand, Sister Hongmei immediately understood: “Going to deliver food?”
Yuan Yao smiled and nodded.
“Oh my, Song’an is truly blessed! It’s not even the busiest time of spring plowing yet, and most men are still home for meals. There aren’t many young wives around who can bring food to their husbands.”
After Sister Hongmei finished speaking, Yuan Yao was stunned: “Not many?”
Then why did Jiang Song’an say..
Sister Hongmei was also taken aback for a moment, then suddenly understood. Slapping her thigh, she laughed, “Look at me! There’s plenty, plenty of it—all out in the fields! Go quickly!”
Yuan Yao: “…”
She dropped the subject and instead turned her gaze to what Sister Hongmei held in her hands. “Mustard greens?”
“Yes, it’s used for pickling cabbage. By the end of winter, all the pickled cabbage is gone!”
Hearing this, Yuan Yao’s eyes lit up. “Will you have some time later? I have something to discuss with you, Sister-in-Law.”
Sister Hongmei was slightly taken aback. “Of course, I’m free. Just come whenever you like.”
After saying this, Yuan Yao didn’t linger any longer and headed toward her own field ridges. Now that Sister Hongmei had mentioned it, she began to pay attention as well. Indeed, there were many farmers working in the fields, but since it was already noon, most were resting under the trees. Some had brought their own dry rations like steamed buns, while others who lived nearby went home to rest. Where, then, were all those women delivering meals?
Yuan Yao silently gritted her teeth, cursing Jiang Song’an a hundred times in her heart.
As expected, some of the women working in the fields couldn’t resist teasing Yuan Yao when they saw her. In the short time it took to walk from the Jiang family’s small courtyard to the field ridges—barely two sticks of incense worth—Yuan Yao’s face had already turned somewhat red.
From afar, she immediately spotted the figure in their family’s field. Although dressed in the simple attire of an ordinary farmer, his upright posture instantly caught Yuan Yao’s attention. Yet, pretending nothing was amiss, she averted her gaze and called out, “Nian Nian.”
Jiang Nian whipped around upon seeing her, excitedly dropping the hoe in his hands: “Sister-in-law has come!”
Jiang Song’an, who was sweating profusely while working ahead, also froze for a moment. Turning around to spot the small figure on the ridge, his original exhaustion vanished instantly. A smile spread across his face as he strode toward her.
Once both brothers had arrived, Yuan Yao deliberately avoided even glancing at Jiang Song’an. Instead, she constantly showered Jiang Nian with concerned questions about his well-being and handed him a meal. Jiang Nian was overjoyed; he had expected nothing more than a plain steamed bun for lunch, yet here he was enjoying hot pan-fried dumplings and vegetables! His sister-in-law was truly the best! Of course, he wouldn’t have complained even if it were just a bun.
As for Jiang Song’an, left standing aside for quite some time, he finally asked awkwardly, “What about me?”
Yuan Yao replied sharply, “Can’t you look inside the basket yourself? Must I personally hand it to you?”
Jiang Song’an: “…”
That wasn’t quite it; he simply felt she was acting strangely toward him. Now, hearing these words, Jiang Song’an became certain—she was angry.
Jiang Nian, completely oblivious, hummed contentedly as he ate, finding the meal utterly delicious. Since Yuan Yao still needed to take back the basket and dishes, she could only leave after they finished eating. Jiang Song’an kept glancing at Jiang Nian and coughed several times, but how could a young child understand his older brother’s meaningful looks? Finally, even Yuan Yao couldn’t bear it any longer: “Is your throat uncomfortable?”
Jiang Song’an: “It’s my heart that feels uneasy.”
Yuan Yao: “…”
Finally, after Jiang Nian finished eating, he said, “Brother, Sister-in-law, I’ll go fetch water over there! Brother, give me your canteen too!”
Jiang Song’an let out a sigh of relief and immediately handed it over.
Once Jiang Nian had left, Jiang Song’an quickly moved closer to Yuan Yao, who turned her head away in disgust, saying, “You stink.”
Jiang Song’an lowered his head to sniff himself. He had indeed broken into a sweat, but there was absolutely no foul odor; after all, he had an extremely particular wife at home who bathed and changed clothes every day, so how could there possibly be any smell?
“Are you angry?” Jiang Song’an asked tentatively, watching her profile.
Yuan Yao remained silent.
Jiang Song’an carefully retraced his thoughts, certain he hadn’t upset her today; could it still be about last night?
“Are you too tired? It’s all my fault, last night—”
Yuan Yao’s expression changed drastically. Seeing him about to mention last night again, she immediately covered his mouth with her handkerchief. Jiang Song’an froze in surprise—so it wasn’t about last night?
Yuan Yao released her hand, pressed her lips together, and said, “Let me ask you: are there many women in Shenmu Town who deliver meals to their husbands?!”
Jiang Song’an was momentarily stunned, then immediately understood—so that was the reason.
He burst out laughing, “I only heard that from Tie Zhu. I never owned any fields before; how could I possibly know?”
Yuan Yao: “…”
So you were waiting for me here, is that it?
Seeing him refuse to admit it, Yuan Yao continued to ignore him. Jiang Song’an sighed and said, “I truly did want to see you at noon. Plowing the fields alone felt so desolate; if you had come, I wouldn’t have felt tired at all. In fact, I would have been filled with strength again. Really.”
Yuan Yao’s anger had actually begun to fade some time ago, and upon hearing his words, she couldn’t help but laugh. “Then wasn’t it even more exhausting when you were working at the iron shop earlier? You certainly couldn’t see me at noon then. Did you go to look at some other beautiful young lady instead? Just one glance, and you felt filled with strength too?”
Jiang Song’an: “…”
Yuan Yao finally managed to turn the tables, lifting her spirits just as Jiang Nian returned. Though Jiang Song’an wished to say more, he had no choice but to hold his tongue. As Yuan Yao cleared away the bowls and chopsticks and turned to leave, Jiang Song’an’s expression remained grim.
She could no longer contain herself and burst into laughter.