If you don't consummate the marriage for three years and then marry a successful educated youth

After the meal, Wen Yao was about to clean up when Jiang Baozhu stopped her, saying, "No need, no need. Your hands are so fair and delicate, how can you do washing and cleaning? Go out for a stroll and have a chat with my older brother."

"It's cool at the foot of the mountain at night. You've all been busy working during the day and haven't had time to talk. Go on."

Wen Yao felt a warmth in her heart, and the tips of her ears turned slightly red, though it wasn't clearly visible in the darkness: "Okay, thank you, Baozhu. I'll prescribe some medicine for you tomorrow."

"Go to town to get the medicine, and I'll brew it for you. If the heat isn't controlled properly, the medicine's efficacy will be greatly reduced."

"Okay, I understand. Thank you, future sister-in-law."

Jiang Baozhu playfully called out, urging them to go out for a walk and have more time alone together.

The village was quiet under the cover of night. The cool moonlight shone down, illuminating the road clearly. A breeze brought a refreshing coolness as the two strolled along.

Wen Yao would steal a glance at him every now and then, and saw that he was walking slowly with his jaw clenched.

A slight stirring in her heart led her to reach out and gently touch his large hand. It was very hot and large, and she felt that it could envelop both of her hands in one.

In that moment of distraction, her hand was enveloped by the man's large hand, the scalding heat traveling through their clasped hands, sending a tingling, electric shock through her.

Jiang Lie remained expressionless, but his ears were already bright red. He dared not grip her hand tightly, afraid that it would hurt her. He had only one thought in his mind: how could her hand be so soft, like a steamed bun?

He seemed to have thought of something, his Adam's apple bobbed, and his voice, deep and husky, was quite pleasant to hear: "Yaoyao, we're getting married next month, aren't you going to invite your family?"

Wen Yao nodded: "Yes, it's inconvenient for them to be here. They've all gone to the countryside. I'll just let them know, so you don't need to worry."

"My family is very open-minded. I can decide my own marriage. My parents will support me. I'll bring you home when the opportunity arises."

At that time, my family had all returned to the city. It would have been more appropriate to go back then. Now they are undergoing reform. Although I know they were wronged, outsiders don't know the real situation. Saying too much will only cause more trouble.

Jiang Lie hummed in response, but didn't say anything more.

After seeing them off at the entrance of the former youth settlement, I said softly, "Go and rest. We're getting married next month and will move here. The courtyard is quite big; it's enough for the two of us."

"And the furniture in the house, if you feel uncomfortable using the old ones, I'll replace them all."

Wen Yao shook her head: "No need, all that furniture is brand new and in good condition. It would be such a waste to replace it and waste money. I'm not that stingy, don't overthink it."

"Don't worry, if I'm really upset, I'll tell you directly. I won't play mind games with you. I really don't mind those furniture pieces that Lin Fengjiao used."

She always valued him as a person. What did furniture matter? He didn't earn money easily, and replacing everything would be too expensive. It was better to save the money for the children later.

She glanced around, then reached out and hugged the man. His warmth was comforting, and the faint smell of sweat wasn't unpleasant. His voice was soft: "Let's save up some money. When we have children, expenses will be high, and we can give them more good things."

"The furniture is nothing, but you're not allowed to secretly replace it, understand? That costs money. At most, you can change the bed. I don't want to lie in the bed you slept in with Lin Fengjiao."

Jiang Lie felt the softness in his arms, and the faint scent of gardenia kept wafting into his nose. His body began to heat up, his muscles tensed, and his head felt dizzy.

Hearing her mention the child, her heart pounded even faster. She swallowed hard and said, "Yes, I've already had a bed made. I booked a 1.8-meter bed, which is big enough so it won't feel cramped."

"If we have children in the future, we won't roll over onto them on the big bed, Yao Yao... are you really willing to have my child?"

Wen Yao gently patted his back, as hard as hitting a hot iron plate, making her face feel a little hot: "Well, since I'm going to live with you, then naturally we should be a real couple."

"Having children is a perfectly normal thing, don't you want one?"

Jiang Lie's eyes welled up with tears. How could he not want that? He had always longed for a family with children and a wife, a simple and happy life together.

"Ahem, you can relax now. I'm going back to sleep. It wouldn't be good if someone saw us."

"You should go back early too. Didn't we say we're going hunting tomorrow? Get some rest."

Wen Yao waited for him to release her hand, then waved her hand and said, "Go back."

Jiang Lie waited until she entered the educated youth compound before turning around and heading home. Now that they were divorced, he lived alone in the empty house, feeling very lonely.

*

Early in the morning, the villagers went to the fields one after another.

Wen Yao's task today was to weave straw hats. The brigade didn't have enough straw hats, so the three girls had to weave these, which was considered one of the easier tasks in the brigade.

The work points were also few, only six. Jiang Baozhu also came to work together, and they would go back to cook around ten o'clock, which was perfectly fine.

Under the big tree, three girls were weaving something with a pile of grass in front of them. Although Wen Yao learned quickly, she was not proficient enough and was obviously not as fast as Jiang Baozhu.

Wen Yao glanced at herself and realized she was the slowest. She felt a little embarrassed and said, "Sorry, I'm a bit too slow. I'll be in charge of cutting down the rushes later."

Jiang Baozhu looked up and smiled brightly, comforting her, "Sister Wen, it's alright. We've been doing this since we were kids, so we're naturally fast with practice. You're already very fast."

"It's only the first day of learning, but being really smart is amazing."

"Oh, you're making me blush."

The three chatted and laughed, their hands never stopping. Once they got the hang of it, they could weave straw hats even with their eyes closed. Soon, the ground was piled high with straw hats.

Just as they were talking, a cry for help came from inside.

"Help! Someone please save my child, Little Bean, sob sob, my little Bean!"

Wen Yao subconsciously stood up: "It seems like something happened over there."

Jiang Baozhu was a lively person. As soon as she heard that something was going on somewhere, she would pull another sister up with her, and there was a big bunch of rush pith in the basket.

He urged, "Let's go see what happened."

"it is good."

The three of them jogged towards the riverbank. When they arrived, they saw that a crowd had already formed a circle. Jiang Baozhu pulled the crowd and squeezed through, shouting, "Make way, make way!"

Inside the crowd, a four- or five-year-old boy lay on the ground, his face pale and his body soaking wet, clearly having been pulled from the river.

The barefoot doctor stood up from the ground and said in a low voice, "It's too late. The child is already dead and can't be saved. Bean's mother, you should take the child home as soon as possible to make the funeral arrangements."

Hearing the heart-wrenching cries of Douzi's mother, one's heart aches: "No, no, my little Douzi, it's all my fault for not watching you properly, I deserve to die, I'll go with you, don't be afraid."