C22 Married

After taking off the food on the carriage, Yang Liulang carried the food to the rooms and placed it against the wall.

Hemai poured water one by one, Yang Liulang gulped down five to six bowls, wiped his sweat and went out.

The old lady had also returned from the east side of the village and picked a basket of wild vegetables. When she saw her family had so much food, she couldn't help but be surprised. With so much food, when would she be able to eat it?

Even the Aunt Faang was stunned when she saw it, and heard Hemai pouring water for the youth who built the wall. Only then did the youth wake up from her shock.

"Hemai is lucky, that kid from Liulang is generous, I think that the old granny's days will be better off in the future." Aunt Faang did not feel embarrassed at all, but smiled and said to Madam Qin.

Madam Qin did not have the time to bother with her, the sun was setting and it was almost sunset, she had to hurry up and prepare dinner.

The young man in the courtyard had helped a lot these two days, and there weren't many dishes left in the house. After cooking the remaining vegetables for dinner, she and Hemai would simply eat some wild vegetables tomorrow. Who would have thought that she would see such a houseful of food as soon as she got home.

This child, Liulang, was someone who valued his words! The more Madam Qin thought about it, the more she felt that was right.

Aunt Faang was slapped in the face by the truth, but was not embarrassed at all. She wandered around the small courtyard, getting in her way.

Waiting until Yang Liulang came back, she went up to him again to see what he had brought back.

Yang Liulang and two other youths who were helping out brought out a pig head and a lot of fish from their house. There were even some trifling food, a jar of pickled vegetables and a bunch of wild parsley.

Aunt Faang looked at it for a long time. Her stomach was filled with gluttony from the pig head and the fish's aroma, and she silently gulped down a few mouthfuls of saliva.

"It's only some food, nothing of value," Aunt Faang muttered to herself, "He's a pauper, I'm afraid that the only thing I can give to him is some trash."

The more she smelled, the hungrier she became. Seeing that Hemai did not intend to give her a bite, she grumbled and walked away unhappily.

Yang Liulang wiped off his sweat, and before he had time to catch his breath, he called Hemai over to the corner of the courtyard.

Without knowing what it meant, Hemai followed and took out a beautiful jade hairpin from her bosom.

"Here you go." He handed the jade hairpin over.

"For me?" Surprised, Hemai subconsciously raised her hand to receive the jade hairpin.

The jade hairpin exuded a warm and gentle luster. It was exquisite and round, and the lake-like clear green color glimmered in her palm. It was quiet and reserved, just like her.

She was slightly shocked, "Why did you suddenly give me this?"

Yang Liulang laughed, "Consider this as my apology to you."

"Apologize?" Hemai was startled, then realized what he was talking about.

When she was waiting for him that night, she was truly furious, she had frozen for an entire night to the point that the roots of her teeth were itching, but after getting along with him these two days, Yang Liulang was exquisite and friendly, making people unable to find anything wrong with him. However, she didn't even have the time to thank them for helping her!

The anger from that day had long since disappeared without a trace.

Yang Liulang even brought a gift for her, to show that she was narrow-minded, and that he could not do anything but grab his braid.

"What's the use of apologizing," she said embarrassedly. "I've already forgotten about that matter …"

"That's fine too," Yang Liulang smiled at her, then shifted his gaze onto the ink black hair that she had tied up with a simple cloth.

His eyes were warm and deep, and a smile and warmth flashed across his calm eyes. As warm as a gentle spring wind, it moved Hemai to the point where her face flushed red.

The beautiful jade hairpin in her hand felt hot along with her body temperature. Hemai lowered her eyes and thought quietly in her heart: Such a good man with a healthy and kind body, just that her family is a little down, why do the girls in the village avoid him like she was a plague god?

She couldn't figure it out, and she didn't want to think about it too much. She only felt that she was luckier than anyone else – as if she had dug up a treasure that no one else cared about.

Only she seemed to be able to open this treasure trove.

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After repairing the rooftop and building the kitchen, the youths worked at Hemai's home for two days, causing the small courtyard in the thatched cottage to look completely new. Yang Liulang and his grandfather had cleaned the small courtyard clean, clean and bright.

In the walled kitchen, there were two windows opened from the front and back. It was bright and airy, and there was also a place where he could store miscellaneous food.

The day after he gifted Hemai with a jade hairpin, Yang Liulang had not seen anyone for five to six days and had gone to an unknown place.

During this time, Aunt Faang and Mrs Dong had come to the small cottage a few more times, and asked about Yang Liulang and Hemai's situation but were ignored by Madam Qin.

The days passed quickly, and when Madam Qin finally finished taking in the last pair of shoes, it was also the day Hemai got married.

On the day Hemai married, she was as beautiful as a phoenix in a fiery red wedding dress.

That redness even caused Hemai to stare at her in astonishment. She never thought that she would look so beautiful while wearing her wedding dress.

Madam Qin combed Hemai's hair, tears falling down her face.

"Once you marry her, you will be a member of the Yang Family. In this life, Grandmother has always been the most adept at seeing through people. That child from Liulang is very considerate and meticulous.

Madam Qin laughed bitterly again, "Actually, I don't even need to remind you about this. My Hemai is a sensible child, and I never need to worry about him."

The old lady caressed Hemai's hair affectionately with her palm, "The person who will love you the most in this world from now on is Liulang."

Hemai's face that was covered with tears was startled. The person who doted on her the most, was it Yang Liulang?

Yes or no, I'm afraid I can't say for sure yet.

At least, after tonight, they would know whether or not Yang Liulang was the same person as her.

Yang Liulang rented a horse and a happy palanquin, the wedding procession was bustling with noise and excitement, half of the village had arrived, but Linn Changxi's family was nowhere to be seen.

Linn Hemai did not care about what Linn Changxi and her family did, but after glancing at Madam Qin a few times, she kept looking towards the west of the small cottage, as if she was looking for someone.

"Milk, even if I am to marry someone, I will still be your granddaughter in the future." She took the old woman's hand and said softly, "I'll come back twice a day and cook dinner with you."

"Foolish child, don't talk nonsense." Madam Qin helplessly patted on Hemai's hand, "I know what you're thinking about. Grandma's body is still well, and she won't get angry at people who aren't related to her, so you can rest assured."

Hemai pursed her lips and lowered her eyes.