Born into a farm family, I became rich by pressuring my parents.

Chapter 35
There is also a kang in the house, but it can only be burned during bedtime.

Fortunately, there was a brazier. Mrs. Liu lit the brazier and stopped sitting on the kang. She called the two girls to take stools and sit beside the brazier.

She taught her two daughters how to sew by firelight.

The eldest son, Jiang Jintao, is eight years old. People in the village get married early and get married late. If you don't settle early, you won't be able to find a good one when you get married.

Mrs. Liu is now also interested in teaching Jiang Jintao, whether it is needlework or cooking, she always takes her with her.

The second eldest child, Jiang Jinchun, is only four years old. He has not yet learned these things, so he is usually led by his two older brothers to play around.

After a long time, Mr. Liu looked out the window. It was dark and nothing could be seen.

On the other hand, the two red lanterns at the door glowed faintly.It shows the difference between today and usual days.

"Do it yourself first, don't let your sister get too close to the fire." Ms. Liu put down the insole in her hand and said to Jiang Jintao.

Although she didn't have to go to the main room to keep vigil with her, she couldn't just ignore it.

Hot water was boiling on the kitchen stove. Mrs. Liu first added two sticks of firewood to it, and then filled the kettle with hot water and took it to the main room.

At this time, the atmosphere inside became much calmer.

The kang in the main room was warm. Jiang Minghui, his two sons, and Jiang Yongsheng sat around the kang table chatting. Looking at his two grandsons, Jiang Yongsheng could no longer keep a straight face.

Ms. Liu added hot water to several cups and put on the kettle before leaving the main room.

When she closed the door, she glanced at Mr. Yang and saw her mother-in-law sitting on the kang with a smile on her face. She was also sewing in her hands, but her hands and feet were not as stiff as hers.

Mrs. Liu returned to the house with mixed emotions, thinking to herself, that was obviously her man, her son...

Perhaps, only when you become a mother-in-law can you truly be considered the mistress of the Jiang family, right?
"Mom, what's wrong with you?" Jiang Jintao looked worriedly at Ms. Liu, who felt something was wrong after she came back from outside.

Mrs. Liu came to her senses. She stretched out her hand and took a few snacks. She put them on the plate and handed them to the two girls: "Your father just brought it to you. Eat it quickly."

Jiang Jintao's eyes lit up. She only had one bite of snacks during the Chinese New Year. Normally, even if there were snacks at home, they were for her grandparents, brothers and sisters.

Mrs. Liu looked sad, but she couldn't say anything. Whose daughter didn't live like this?
Their family is relatively well off, but some families who don't treat their daughters as human beings don't even let them have enough food to eat.

Although he persuaded himself in this way, a person flashed in Liu's mind.

This afternoon, Jiang Mingshun took Jiang Jinyu to deliver dumplings.

The first one to come was from the old house. When the two came over, Ms. Liu was washing vegetables in the yard.

She saw with her own eyes that Jiang Jinyu walked in wearing the best clothes she had ever seen.

Liu's mother-in-law is a native of Huangtian Village, and she has never left the village since the day she was born.

Even without seeing her, she could tell how different Jiang Jinyu's clothes were from what they usually wore.

It's not that people in the village don't have fine cloth clothes to wear. With conditions like the Jiang family, everyone in the family, regardless of gender, will prepare a fine cloth clothes to wear when visiting relatives during the New Year.

It's just that the people in the village are used to being careful with their budgets. They always buy cloth and let their women make it. The styles are all very different.

Since a piece of clothing needs to be worn for many years, it is natural not to buy bright-colored cloth that will fade after just a few washes. Undyed cloth is the most durable.

One can imagine how surprised Mrs. Liu was when she saw Jiang Jinyu's body.

Jiang Jintao didn't know that clothes were so particular. What she cared about was Jiang Jinyu's rabbit fur hat.

That hat was snow-white and so beautiful. Jiang Jintao thought to herself, if she went to pay New Year's greetings to her uncle tomorrow morning, she quietly glanced at Mrs. Liu and wondered if she could also wear that hat.Finally at midnight, Jiang Minghui and his two sons set off firecrackers and returned to the room.

Mrs. Liu had started burning the kang when the cannon was fired, and now the room was warmer.

Jiang Minghui took off his shoes and lay on the bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.

Mrs. Liu pressed the quilt to prevent the wind from leaking in, and asked, "Why are you still not sleeping? What else is troubling you?"

Doesn’t she understand her man yet? He usually doesn’t think about anything, and just muddles along every day. When his parents are there, he listens to his parents, and when his parents are away, he listens to his wife. He rarely takes things to heart.

People who always fall asleep must be unable to sleep when something big happens.

Jiang Minghui paused for a moment: "Dad said that after the new year, it's time to look at Jinhao."

Mrs. Liu sat up suddenly.

Jiang Jinhao is her eldest son and the most valued child in the Jiang family. His marriage has always been one of the most important events in the family.

"What else did dad say?" Mrs. Liu impatiently pushed Jiang Minghui and asked him to continue.

"Dad said that Jinhao is the first child in the family," Jiang Minghui's voice was a little muffled as the quilt covered his mouth and nose: "I have prepared thirty ounces of money to find a good girl who is diligent and thrifty, has everything she needs, and loves her younger siblings. That’s all.”

Mrs. Liu was relieved when she heard this and lay down again.

Thirty ounces of money is a lot of money. It seems that when she got married, she received eight ounces of money as a betrothal gift. In the years from their engagement to their marriage, the Jiang family would send gifts to her natal family during every New Year and festival.

Ling Ling finally spent more than ten tons, which is already excellent in Huangtian Village.

If she can get her father-in-law's promise of thirty thousand dollars, she can confidently and boldly choose the best wife for her son.

"Alas," Jiang Minghui sighed, "Mother said she wanted Jin Hao to betroth the eldest sister's girl, Juan."

"Mom also said that the girls in the eldest sister's family are all married to prosperous husbands. Hui Yatou married her husband, so that the whole family can move to the city."

"If we settle on Juan Yatou, we will be able to prosper Jinhao and let our family move to the city."

Mrs. Liu only felt that she had been hit in the head.

Not to mention whether Li Juan is destined to have a prosperous husband, even if she is a prosperous husband, how can she live a good life with such a daughter-in-law?
When the time comes, with the support of grandma Yang, is it possible that she, as mother-in-law, will be required to serve her daughter-in-law?

Jiang Minghui didn't think so much. The main reason why he didn't want to do this marriage was Jiang Yunhe.

When Jiang Yongsheng adopted Jiang Mingshun, Jiang Yunhe was already old enough to remember, so he naturally knew that he was not his biological brother.

Therefore, although I disciplined him, I didn’t put much thought into it.

On the other hand, Jiang Minghui was born under the watchful eye of Jiang Yunhe.

She had as much control over her first biological brother as she loved him.

In Jiang Minghui's heart, his eldest sister is his childhood shadow.Even meeting her now is like a mouse meeting a cat.

When Jiang Yunhe got married, he was really happy for a long time.

Now that his mother wanted him and Jiang Yunhe to form a family, he felt hopeless and had even imagined the horrific scene of having a "little Jiang Yunhe" at home.

(End of this chapter)