From-DIDIDA Novels
However, why did it seem like he was making up for his regrets?
Could it be that in his past life, Xue Yifu…
At the thought of this, Jiang Yue furrowed her brows.
Xue Yan didn’t notice Jiang Yue’s change. He was just happy to see his honest brother so happy, and he couldn’t help but reflect on the happiness.
In his previous life, after he became an official in the Hanlin Academy, he brought his family to the imperial capital. His family didn’t have to work so hard to grow crops anymore.
It just so happened that his elder brother had always been fond of carpentry, so he started tinkering with it in his courtyard in the imperial capital every day. His elder brother slowly got better and better at it each day. One day, he even thought that his drawing table was too small and wanted to make it bigger for him. However, that night, someone came to his courtyard to steal the Prime Minister’s secret letter and happened to run into his elder brother. When the thief saw him, he immediately stabbed his elder brother and fled.
The half-finished and exquisitely carved large painting table became the last thing his big brother left him.
Thinking of this, Xue Yan closed his eyes. He suppressed the pain that was rapidly surging up. Fortunately, his big brother was still alive in this life. He would never let the tragedy of his family history repeat itself in this life.
Liu Guixia and the others had already prepared the food. When they got home, Jiang Yue went to wash her hands first, then walked to the stove and took a small bowl of rice from Li Hehua.
“Thank you.”
“Oh my, our Jiang Yue is so polite. Hurry up and eat. You must be starving.”
“Yes.” Jiang Yue brought the bowl to the dining table. Xue Dafu and the others quickly gave her a lot of food. They only returned the bowl to her when she said she had enough.
Then, she took the small rice bowl and walked to the small stool that belonged to her. She sat down and waited for the small rice bowl to be placed on the stool in front of her. Then, she picked up the small wooden spoon and began to eat her dinner.
She wanted to eat in big mouthfuls, but she was small now, and her mouth was small, so she had no choice but to result in small bites.
They hadn’t added rice husks to her meals since that morning. Last night, Xue Dafu had told her that she wouldn’t have to live as miserably as he did in the past, regardless of whether he bought the land or not. He also reduced the number of wild vegetables she had for every meal. In the past, he didn’t give the chicken any of the wild vegetables he had dug up. He had only given them to humans, thinking that he would save as much as possible. Now, most of the wild vegetables were chopped up for the chicken.
Now, they owned eight acres of land. With this, their living conditions have improved by a bit.
Still, it felt like it was not enough.
Jiang Yue’s gaze suddenly became firm.
She still had to earn money after she had planted the seedlings of corn, cotton, and sorghum.
Suddenly, a farmer in his fifties, wearing a grey cloth and a goatee, walked in. The farmer smiled and said, “Have you eaten?”
“Oh, you’re here.” Xue Dafu and Liu Guixia both stood up from their seats.
“Hello.” Xue Yifu and the others also stood up.
Xue Yan, who was squatting, stood up. Only then did Jiang Yue realize that the man was Xue Yan’s uncle, Xue Darong.
“You haven’t eaten yet, right? Why don’t you have some at our house?” With that, Liu Guixia was about to get the rice.
“I’ve already eaten, no worries. I only came after I’d eaten. Guixia, you don’t have to get me anytime.” Xue Darong laughed.
“Please, sit.” Xue Erfu moved away from the table and gave up his seat.
Xue Darong didn’t enter the shed. He stood outside and laughed. “I’m not sitting. I just finished eating and need to stand up. Let me stand. You guys go ahead and eat, don’t mind me. This Jiang Yue, right?”