After leaving the village's home, Ji Yanzhi went to Uncle Ji's house again. After sitting for a while, Ji Yanzhi left and returned home. At this time, Ji Apa had received the news and rushed back from the field. However, because the only son was not there, Ji Ada, who was honest and stubborn, ‘hide’ in the east wing where the sundries were piled up and beat.

Ji Yanzhi: "...Father, what are you doing?"

"Fix things." Papa Ji replied concisely.

Ji Yanzhi had nothing to say, and went into the main room instead. There are only three main rooms plus left and right penthouses. Feng Mingzhu was staying in the penthouse, her expression a little dumbfounded.

"Only you?"

Ji Yanzhi asked in surprise.

After all, before he went out, Feng Mingzhu said he wanted to clean up with Ji Aniang.

"I went out and said that I was going to a neighbor's house to catch an old hen to stew." Feng Mingzhu considered her words for a while, and said cautiously: "I persuaded the mother-in-law, and the mother-in-law said that the old hen fed by the farm is the best choice for stewing soup. It is nourishing."

"I see."

Ji Yanzhi smiled, and briefly recounted his previous experience of going to the village's main house to talk and do things.

Feng Mingzhu listened carefully, and finally asked Ji Yanzhi. "Set up a new house? Where do we live? If you live in the county seat, your parents-in-law and two younger sisters are willing to follow us to live in the county seat?"

"What's not willing?" Ji Yanzhi asked with a smile.

Feng Mingzhu chuckled. "I think it's difficult."

"Then you can only take one step and see one step." Ji Yanzhi smiled disapprovingly, and then asked Feng Mingzhu: "Anyway, I have to move to the town for a temporary stay, and I don't need to pack all my luggage."

"I know." Feng Mingzhu raised her eyebrows slightly, showing obvious complacency. "I have already packed up the gifts of my parents-in-law and my two sisters separately. It's just that you are not here. How can I take them out? I just want to wait until the evening to take out the gifts that are properly prepared."

Ji Yanzhi shook his head, "The enthusiasm of the folks, I'm afraid it will be impossible tonight."

The original master tested the talents, and he passed the test of Juren. To the old hats who have been digging in the ground for generations, what a glorious ancestor. Now that I have not visited, I will definitely come to visit at dusk. There is a big banquet in a small place like Ji's family, and Feng Mingzhu may not be able to give out the gifts chosen by his in-laws and two sisters-in-law tonight.

Feng Mingzhu didn't believe it, so he didn't say much about this topic, and instead talked about other things.

In the evening, no, it should be said that when dusk was approaching, the old and young in the village collectively walked to Ji's house. In response to Ji Yanzhi's words, Feng Mingzhu had no chance to take out the gifts he prepared. And it is rare to encounter this kind of battle, Feng Mingzhu didn't know which face he should put on to greet the villagers in Jijia Village.

Fortunately, Ji Yanzhi himself is not very talkative. Most of the time, he goes to a private school in the county, and he has very little contact with the villagers of Jijia Village. Even knowing that Ji’s father’s poverty requires the joint funding of the villagers. Under the premise that Ji Yanzhi has become the master of the people, most of the villagers are a little stiff, so it didn’t take long. The original noisy and lively Ji family It's back to the past.

As people walked away one after another, Feng Mingzhu was directly tired and paralyzed. Even Ji Yanzhi asked her to go to wash, but he couldn't get the energy up. One of Ji Yan made fun of him while fetching water to help wash his body. After that, I just touched the bed and fell asleep, and naturally there was no chance to give out gifts.

At night, it suddenly began to drizzle. The drizzle continued until the early morning of the next day, the rain slowly stopped.

After breakfast, Feng Mingzhu hurriedly gave out the meeting gift before Ji A-daddy and Ji A-niang were busy working in the field.

In-laws are four sets of four-season uniforms and footwear. Feng's needlework girl's work, the stitches are so dense that you can hardly see the end of the thread.

The two sister-in-laws each have a set of good-quality jewelry heads. I was so delighted that the two girls asked in disbelief, is this beautiful jewelry for me/little sister?

Feng Mingzhu smiled softly and replied softly: "This is what I want to be a sister-in-law. The two sisters have to dress up well when the flowering season is approaching, so it is also easy to choose a good destination."

Ji Hua'er is now fifteen and has just been married not long ago. The son of the shopkeeper of the county restaurant has a lot of money in his family. The reason why she was hired as an authentic peasant girl was because Ji Huahua had a big brother who could read.

Ji Hua'er also knows this, and even more knows that the reason why everyone's sister-in-law behaves so kindly is that her brother Ji Yanzhi. Therefore, compared to Ji Cao'er's pure joy, Ji Hua'er is naturally happy.

"Thank you sister-in-law."

Ji Hua'er pulled Ji Cao'er and thanked him with a shy smile.

Feng Mingzhu said politely, and quietly sat back to Ji Yanzhi's side, listening to Ji Yanzhi and Ji Adi and Aniang discuss moving to the county seat for temporary residence.

Ji A-niang had no opinion, but Ji A-father hesitated. "All go to live in the county, what about the fields at home?"

"Rent to the villagers." Ji Yanzhi said straightly and neatly: "My son studies at home and prepares to take the exam three years later. How can I make my father work hard for his livelihood? It is better to add a few hundred acres of farmland to the existing family. Sublet them together and collect the rent to live their lives."

Feng Mingzhu nodded, did not speak but showed unconditional agreement.

Ji Ada is a stubborn person, often stubborn, but there is really no good eloquence to convince others. Needless to say, he is a son who can study.

Ji Yanzhi spoke, and then continued to persuade Ji Apa.

Ji Apa listened quietly. After Ji Yanzhi finished speaking, after a long time, he hesitated and said, "Dalang, let's think about it for your father. You have just come back and you are not in a hurry to move. "

Ji Yanzhi nodded his head with kindness: "Daddy, take your time to think about it. In the evening, my son will ask again."

Speaking of this, Ji Yanzhi suddenly looked up at the sky: "The weather is not very good today. Daddy should stay at home."

"Obviously the sun is out, so it's not good."

Ji Cao'er murmured strangely. Who would have thought that as soon as these words were spoken, an explosion of thunder sounded in the sky outside. At night, the sky turned dark, and heavy snow began to fall.

Feng Mingzhu's eyes widened, and he glanced at Ji Yanzhi incredulously.

Ji Yanzhi touched his nose and said funnyly: "It's just a coincidence. I don't have the ability to pinch and count, and count everything."

Feng Mingzhu sneered, and only said: "I planned to accompany my mother-in-law to take down the quilt at home to dry, but it started to rain. But it really responded to the impermanence of wind and rain."

"It's cold, it's time for thunder and rain."

"Oh, forgot to forget, the old hen is stewing in the pot!"

Ji Aniang, who was also surprised, only recovered at this time and hurriedly walked along the porch to the kitchen next to the west wing.

Qiu Shuang was not in the house, she was holding a banana fan and guarding the stove.

"Old lady, I'm guarding the kitchen! I won't stew the soup dry." Qiu Shuang said to the panicked Ji Aniang crisply.

Ji A-niang: "It's not that I don't believe you, but our family has never stewed ginseng chicken soup. What kind of Pueraria lobata soup, Angelica pig lung soup, stewed several times, are all drunk by Dalang."

"My uncle still likes to drink these soups, then I have to write it down and tell my lady." Qiu Shuang said with a smile: "My lady is very beautiful, not only good at female celebrity, but also good at cooking."

"Really?" Ji Aniang said with a lovely smile: "Then Dalang will have a good meal."

It took a full hour for this heavy rain to gradually cease.

The rain stopped and the sun came out. The entire sky has changed from its original bleakness to a dignified and bright red.

Brother Gen from Uncle Ji's house came to Ji's house when the rain stopped. It was said that when it rained lightly yesterday, a fox ran in from nowhere. The white fox is very pure. Uncle Ji immediately grilled the skin and cramped after catching it. Now a pot of fox meat is being stewed in the pot for Ji Yan's family to eat.

Ji Yanzhi is now very sensitive to foxes, always looking forward to the fox being stewed with cramps and meat. Hu Jiao'e is a vixen with a brain problem. As soon as he heard Uncle Ji's treat, he said unceremoniously that he would be there later.

Feng Mingzhu apparently forgot what happened at the gate of Feng's house three days before getting married. When Ji Yanzhi agreed to the invitation, after Ge'er left, he couldn't help but whispered to Ji Yanzhi: "Do you not read and study today?"

"Elders' treats are not easy to postpone. When you move to the small town tomorrow, it won't be too late to study and study well."

Ji Yanzhi’s explanation is reasonable. Although Feng Mingzhu faintly felt that Ji Yanzhi readily agreed to eat at Uncle Ji’s house, it was not all an invitation from the elders, but he did not say any more objections. Instead, he asked Ji Yanzhi for the first time. What kind of gifts should be prepared at the door of the elders in the other room.

Too high-end, easy to make Uncle Ji's family feel superior. Too low-end, and will look petty. Even if everyone was born, Feng Mingzhu, who is now just a new wife, is very troubled, so naturally it is inevitable to ask Ji Yanzhi for his opinion.

"My uncle smokes, I remember there seems to be a good pipe at home, you pick a box and put it on, and you just give it to my uncle's pipe. As for... my aunt," Ji Yanzhi groaned for a moment: "Bring it with you. The cotton cloth, take one, it’s a generous gift."

Feng Mingzhu thought about it carefully. For the farmer, a fine cotton cloth is not a gift, although it is nothing to the family of ‘Zhu Men’s Dog Meat Smelly’.

"That's all right, I asked Qiu Shuang to accompany me to the east wing to look for it. I remember I cleaned up yesterday and lost several pieces of fabric in it."