In the lunar calendar, February is like March in the post-modern era, the season when the grass grows and the birds fly. Though it’s still sowhat chilly after the initial warmth, the scene is already teeming with life.
Xiaocang Mountain is beginning to turn lush and green, the willow trees by the river are budding, and the fruit trees on the mountain are also starting to blossom, making the scenery delightfully pleasing.
Moreover, it’s ti for spring plowing. At dawn, you can see people busily working in the fields.
Yang Ruxin wanted to go for a stroll, but the two moms were worried, so she dragged them both out of the small building.
Yang Miao casually broke so willow twigs from the trees along the way and started weaving them while walking. She also picked so flowers from the roadside and incorporated them, quickly crafting a delicate wreath, which she then handed to Yang Ruxin.
"Miao’er has skillful hands." Yang Ruxin took it and looked, "I wonder who will be lucky enough to marry you."
"Madam, why say that?" Yang Miao couldn’t help but shuffle her feet.
"What’s there to be shy about? Du Man is already becoming a mother." Yang Ruxin placed the wreath on Yang Miao’s head and glanced at Chun Feng beside the Feng Family, "Chun Feng is twenty too, right?"
"Madam, I was born in March, soon to be twenty-one." Chun Feng smiled.
"Anyone you fancy?"
"Madam, Chun Feng doesn’t want to marry." Chun Feng shook her head. She was Zhao Xiaofeng, the woman rescued from the Border City. Her body is sullied, and she’s already content with the peaceful days she has now; she doesn’t wish to marry.
"Chun Hua doesn’t want to marry either." Chun Hua quickly shook her head, fearing Yang Ruxin would focus on her, "At least not for now." Though she was no longer pure, her sister was still virtuous. When her sister completes her studies, grows up, marries, and enjoys a good life, she would be at ease. Of course, having followed Yang Ruxin for so long, her thoughts have evolved. She doesn’t marry because she hasn’t t anyone suitable who doesn’t mind her past. If she did, she wouldn’t refuse marriage.
Yang Ruxin said no more. Everyone has their own life to live; others can only offer advice, not make decisions. As long as they’ve thought it through, it’s fine.
As they chatted, they wandered onto the main road, leisurely heading towards the village.
Yang Miao and Chun Feng began breaking willow twigs from the roadside to weave wreaths for everyone.
Two n ca from the village, their attire suggesting a fairly good life, but their eyes were puffy, and their steps were frivolous—typical of those who indulge excessively.
Encountering strangers isn’t unusual, given that several villages are nearby, and as the new year has just passed, who doesn’t have relatives visiting?
But these two n’s eyes lit up when they saw two beautiful girls walking up. Are there such lovely won in this village? They exchanged glances and imdiately moved towards the two, who were busy weaving flower baskets.
"Who are you?" Yang Miao’s wreath was knocked from her hand. Initially, she didn’t care much, but as she looked up, she ca face-to-face with two lecherous expressions, causing her to frown.
"Miss, what’s your na? How old are you?" one of the n grinned, "Like the look of brother? Ca straight into his arms?" His behavior was as frivolous as could be.
Yang Miao’s face darkened with anger: "Where did these rogues co from?"
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