Contentment grows joy

Chapter 37 Onlookers
Early in the morning, the tranquility of the small village woke up the millet that had wanted to sleep a little longer.

The chirping voices of a few magpies outside the window came in clearly.

Millet lifted the quilt, sat up, leaned against the bed, and listened attentively.

Shen Ziqiang in his sleep habitually stretched out his arms to stop Mili.

"Honey, let's sleep again."

"Yeah." Su Li was held tightly by Shen Ziqiang, so she had to gently shrink back into the bed.

The big iron door creaked open, and people came in one after another.

"Today, do you want a treat at home?" Millet turned over and pinched Shen Ziqiang's bearded chin.

"I haven't heard of it." Shen Ziqiang woke up and rubbed his eyes.

"Then it sounds like a lot of people have come to the house." Millet said softly.

"Really?" Shen Ziqiang straightened his carp, got up quickly, and stood by the window to have a look.

"Oh, it's some girls from the neighbors. I guess they came to talk to mom." Shen Ziqiang got back under the covers again.

In this season in the north, the morning is still chilly.

Millet was not as used to it as Shen Ziqiang.

She quickly got dressed, walked to the foot of the window lightly, and looked out the window.

A total of four or five peasant women who were about the same age as Wen Cuizhi stood and talked with Wen Cuizhi in the small courtyard, which made the small courtyard seem a bit crowded.

They spoke in dialect, and it was fast, and Millet couldn't understand some words.

Logically speaking, most southerners can understand northern dialects, but they still don't understand the dialects of older people.

"Xiaoqiang is looking for it, it's time to look for it a long time ago, look at the egg of Ma Niao's family in Dongzhuang, he is about the same age as Xiaoqiang, and his children have been working for a year..." One of the chubby women with flushed faces said , with a smile on his face.

"Yeah, I found it, and now it's great." Another tall woman with a ponytail and a baby in her arms said.

"Hey, by the way, how is your daughter-in-law? I heard me lazily come back and say that his aunt is very handsome." Another woman smiled and gently tugged on La Wen Cuizhi's sleeve.

"Hey, you can believe what the kid says." Wen Cuizhi said modestly with a slight smile.

"Hey, what Yangyang said is still false." The woman curled her lips, then smiled again, "Xiaoqiang must have been very handsome after picking him for so long."

"If you say handsome, you are handsome." Wen Cuizhi giggled twice.

"How old is it?" The short and skinny woman who hadn't spoken much asked curiously.

"It belongs to Xiaolong." Wen Cuizhi replied.

"Hey, ten years younger than Xiaoqiang." Everyone sighed.

"Are you up?" They leaned towards Wen Cuizhi and asked softly.

"Not yet, I guess people in the city like to sleep in during the holidays." Wen Cuizhi pouted towards Millet's house.

Through the window, Miu Li didn't see her expression clearly.

Several people also followed to look at the window, and then stood there chatting.

The topic must have revolved around Millet and Shen Ziqiang.

Millet wanted to go out and have a look at this strange and familiar small village, but there were a few curious aunts blocking the door.

She had to walk around the room with her hands behind her back.

Those few people may have been a little impatient waiting, and since the family had work to do, it was strange that they couldn't stay here as a whole, so they all left one after another.

Seeing that everyone had almost left, Miu Li opened the door and went out.

"Oh, Cui Zhi, let me tell you, your toilet is cleaner than ours..." The short and skinny woman came out of the toilet with her trousers in hand, and met Millet's gaze.

Her eyes lit up, she hurried to the kitchen, and after whispering to Wen Cuizhi for a while, she left contentedly.

When leaving, he turned his head from time to time and said loudly to Wen Cuizhi, "Zhong! Zhong! Zhong!"

Wen Cuizhi smiled slightly, but did not answer.

There are no bathrooms or washrooms.

Millet had no choice but to use a bowl to fill a bowl of water, squatting on the edge of the yard to brush her teeth.

Not long after that short and skinny woman went out, a group of middle-aged women came chirping together, standing at the gate of the courtyard, giggling.

Miili clearly felt the gazes sweeping over her body, like X-rays.

She finished brushing her teeth uncomfortably and hurried into the house.

"Auntie, Xiao Qiang is so handsome looking for that wife, Zhong!" They surrounded Wen Cuizhi.

"Hehehe." Wen Cuizhi smiled, not knowing what to say.

"Well, have you eaten yet? We're ready for breakfast, shall we eat together?" Wen Cuizhi said to them.

"No, no, I'll take a look at the new wife, just take a look." The group of people exchanged a few words and left.

The yard is clean.

"Xiaoqiang, come on, come and eat."

There is no dining table at home, and everyone eats around the small tea table in the living room.

The small tea table is still the same old four.

Wen Cuizhi brought the few dishes from last night to the table almost intact, but the steamed buns and porridge were freshly made.

Next to it, there is an extra bowl of dumplings.

"Li'er, here is a bowl of dumplings, you can eat it." Wen Cuizhi said flatly.

"Oh, I'll just drink porridge, you guys can eat." Millet pretended to push the bowl away.

"Eat it, Mom made it for you." Shen Ziqiang happily took a mouthful of steamed buns, and stuffed them with chopsticks and white fungus.

"Well, thank you, Mom." Millet nodded lightly, picked up the dumplings and ate them.

Wen Cuizhi didn't reply "You're welcome", and continued to drink porridge with a blank expression, and there was almost no meat in the sliced ​​fungus.

The four of them ate quietly.

Wen Cuizhi's extremely quiet and introverted and Qian Hui's extremely aggressive, formed a stark contrast.

Suddenly coming to this environment, Miu Li was still not used to it.

She peeked at Shen Ziqiang. He was eating heartlessly and his nose was sweating.

After dinner, Wen Cuizhi was busy cleaning up the dishes, while Shen Yuehan lay on the chair and watched TV.

Millet collected two bowls, hers and Shen Ziqiang's, and offered to help.

Wen Cuizhi did not agree.

"No, no, our kitchen is dirty. I can do it by myself. You can sit and watch TV." Wen Cuizhi took the bowl from her and ran to the kitchen.

Millet stood there blankly, looking at Wen Cuizhi's back.

"Honey, sit down and watch TV. Mom has arranged to visit relatives for a while." Shen Ziqiang knocked on the melon seeds they bought over and over again, while tugging on the sleeves of millet.

"Visit relatives?"

"That's right, I haven't been back for a long time...Of course, it's your first time coming back. Let's go to some close relatives and walk around."

"Oh, then, do you want to prepare any presents?"

Before she came back, Shen Ziqiang didn't say that she would leave relatives, so she didn't prepare any extra gifts.

"No, Mom will arrange it." Shen Ziqiang said complacently.

Millet looked at the busy figure in the kitchen, and couldn't help sighing, this house was run by this illiterate, taciturn, single-expression woman.

Looking at Shen Yuehan again, he also looked at ease.

After a while, Wen Cuizhi cleaned up.

A group of four, carrying gifts in large and small bags, set off to visit relatives.

It is said to be a gift, but it is just an item of milk, biscuits, drinks and the like bought in a small shop in the village.

According to the original plan, Millet followed them to grandpa's house, uncle's house, aunt's house, aunt's house...

Wherever he went, the men didn't speak, while the women kept holding Wen Cuizhi's hand, looked at the millet, and said with a smile, "Zhongzhongzhong!"

Mili always looked at them with a smile, and when Mili smiled, they laughed more happily and said "Zhong" more.

The most special one is Shen Ziqiang's grandfather Wen Yuxuan, who is in his 90s and still has good eyesight and hearing.

He held Mili's hand, kept talking, and asked her if she was used to it, where she worked, and whether she was a party member.

Millet smiled and nodded one by one.

"Grandpa, Li'er is now the deputy chief of their department." Shen Ziqiang said to him loudly.

"Oh, keep your voice down, my ears are very good, deputy section chief, oh, Zhong Zhongzhong!" Wen Yuxuan said several times in a row, and the smile on his face became brighter.

Wen Cuizhi also laughed.

"Now, I'm not worried that you won't be able to marry a wife." Wen Yuxuan turned his head and said to Shen Ziqiang again.

"Yes." Shen Ziqiang smiled, "Grandpa, you don't have to worry."

Hahaha, everyone present laughed.

A few courageous women directly took Mioli's white and tender hand, rubbed it vigorously, and sighed "Zhong".

Miili didn't feel disgusted, she enjoyed the pure "middle" very much.

You can't go wrong if you choose Shen Ziqiang.

(End of this chapter)