Fortunate Life of the Rural Beauty

Chen Afu smiled and handed the small glass mirror to Mrs. Wang and said, "Look at it, my mother is much younger, like a little daughter-in-law who is less than thirty years old."

The Wang in the mirror is indeed much younger and more delicate. Although it is not as exaggerated as Chen Afu said, it does not look as old as before.

After hearing this, she couldn't help but blush, and said angrily, "You're talking, my mother is an old woman, she doesn't have a little daughter-in-law."

While the two were talking, they heard old man Zeng shouting in the yard, "Miss, madam, Mr. Chen is here."

Ever since Chen Afu and Chu Ling announced their engagement, the servants' names for Chen Ming and his wife have changed. My name is Mr. Chen Ming, and my name is Mrs. Wang.

Why did he come suddenly?

Chen Afu looked at Wang and quickly stood up and went out to greet her.

Chen Shiying has already entered the courtyard. He came directly from Wangshan Village by carriage and was wearing an official uniform and official hat. Because he had been in the sun for most of the day, his face was as red as rouge.

He smiled and said, "Fu'er, daddy is here to bother you all night, and he will go back to Dingzhou Mansion tomorrow morning." As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Mr. Wang coming out.

The Wang family at this time was obviously different from the last time he saw her. She had aged terribly last time, and the hardships of life had carved a trace of wind and frost on her face, which made him heartache. And this time, he was much younger than last time. Although he was much older than a decade ago, his delicate eyebrows and gentle charm still made him flash. He seemed to see the same person who lived every day many years ago again. His sister was all waiting in front of the door to pick him up from school...

The scene appeared in front of his eyes. A boy with a comb-over hair returned to the door of his house, and with a silly smile called his sister who had been waiting for him to finish school at the door, "Sister, sister, I'm back."

My sister smiled with her eyebrows creasing, "Brother Ying is back."

She walked down the steps, took him into the kitchen, washed his face and hands, and asked him if he was hungry. Every time, without waiting for his answer, she would just smile and stuff a piece of rock sugar or fried peas or beans into his mouth. He also asked, "Is it sweet?"

The boy replied, "Sweet (fragrant)."

My sister would smile and pinch his little face. He still remembers that warmth and smoothness.

Chen Shiying's nose felt a little sore and she shouted, "Sister."

Mrs. Wang glanced at him twice, clenched her hands together so hard that her veins bulged, lowered her head and said softly, "Brother Ying, you're here."

"Yes." Chen Shiying replied, keeping his eyes on Wang.

Seeing them like this, Chen Afu felt embarrassed for them. Said, "Dad, mother, come into the house and talk."

"Okay." Chen Shiying walked toward the room.

Mrs. Wang at the door did not enter the room, but whispered, "Afu, I'm going back first."

Chen Shiying, who had already walked into the house, turned around and said, "Sister, it's rare for my brother to come here once, why don't you even talk about it?"

Mrs. Wang lowered her head and said, "No, my boss is still at home waiting for me to go back and cook..." After she finished speaking, she remembered that Chen Ming had gone to the county grain store and had not returned yet, so she changed her words and said, "I'll cook and wait for my boss to come back. Brother Ying is having fun at his daughter's house, so you're welcome." After saying that, he hurried away.

Chen Shiying watched blankly as Wang's background disappeared outside the gate, with a lonely look on his face.

Although Chen Afu sympathized with their situation, but since they were separated and each had their own families, it was better to keep that memory in his heart.

She pulled Chen Shiying's sleeve and said, "Dad, are you thirsty? I'll pour you a bowl of osmanthus honey. I made it myself."

Chen Shiying came back to his senses and said with a smile, "Okay." Although he preferred tea, he was still willing to try the osmanthus honey made by his daughter.

Chen Afu poured him a bowl, a thin white porcelain bowl, with light golden honey water, and a few petals of small sweet-scented osmanthus flowers floating on it. It tasted delicious at first sight. He took a sip and his mouth was filled with fragrance.

He drank the honey water in several sips and asked with an awkward smile, "Fu'er will laugh at dad, right?"

Chen Afu shook his head and said, "No."

Chen Shiying sighed again and said, "It might be a good thing for your mother not to marry me. I'm afraid, I'm afraid that I will wrong her and make her sad..." After thinking about it, he muttered again, "Perhaps, after I marry your mother, I won't bear to wrong her."

The last sentence was spoken in such a low voice that Chen Afu couldn't hear it clearly.

"What did dad say, what grievance?" Chen Afu asked.

Chen Shiying waved his hand, pushed the bowl and said, "Dad likes to drink this kind of sugar water. Fuer will pour another bowl for dad."

What he couldn't tell his daughter was that Aunt Tang "caught an epidemic" and died in Zhuangzi last month. A few days ago, the virtuous Jiang family gave him a 16-year-old concubine...

Chen Afu was chatting with Chen Shiying when he heard a noise in Luyuan.

Chen Afu went out and said to Old Man Zeng, "Go and see what's going on in Luyuan."

Old man Zeng agreed to go out, and after a while he ran back to report, "Back to the eldest daughter, my wife's natal stepmother and brother came here carrying my wife's father. They said that my wife's father was seriously ill and their family had no money, so they had to carry him here." At my daughter’s house, I asked my wife to treat Yinzi’s illness for the sake of my biological father..."

Chen Afu was afraid that Wang would suffer a loss, so he stood up and said to Chen Shiying, "I'll go over and take a look."

Although it is the busy farming season, there are still some people watching the excitement around the entrance of Luyuan.

Xue Dagui and Shan Zi pulled away the spectators, and Chen Afu walked in. Seeing old man Wang lying on the ground, Mrs. Ding was kneeling next to him and crying at the top of her voice. Wang Cai was complaining to Mrs. Wang. The general idea is that they have no money now and have no choice. If they delay any longer, Old Man Wang will die, so they have to push him to his daughter's house to ask for money to continue his treatment...

Wang stayed there at a loss. She didn't want to let this evil-hearted mother and son enter her house. Ever since she knew that Xiao Wangcheng had suffered so much and still didn't know whether to live or die, she hated Mr. Ding even more and was angry at her father for being so ruthless and unjust. But Old Man Wang was lying in the yard, humming, and there were some people watching the excitement outside the door. She didn't know what to do. She was not only afraid that her father was really sick, but also that the three of them were acting together, so she was unwilling to give any more money to the bad conscience Ding.

In ancient times, filial piety was paramount. Although Chen Afu hated Ding and Wang Cai to death, Old Man Wang had to take care of them, otherwise Wang would drown in saliva.

She walked up to them with a sullen face and said, "My mother doesn't care about him, why are you crying?" Then she said loudly to Old Man Zeng, "Go to the village and invite Dr. Lin here." She also winked at him, Old Man Zeng. He nodded casually and hurried out.

Xue Dagui and Shanzi carried Old Wang to a leisure chair in the corridor and gave him water.

Wang Cai said, "My mother and I are thirsty after walking such a long way. Please give us a bowl of water."

Xue Dagui and others pretended not to hear.

Aunt Zeng went out and told the people at the door how the Ding family sold the Wang family, and how she sold the Wang family's brother, which resulted in her brother being abused by the buyer, and his life and death are still uncertain...