Supermarket Space: Traveling Through the Ages and Marrying a Rough Guy

Jiang Jiayi's grandparents had heard of Song Xi's name for a long time, because Song Xi used to give Jiang Jiayi special products from the mountains.

The two old people also liked Song Xi very much, and now seeing that Song Xi is such a beautiful little girl, they liked her even more from the bottom of their hearts.

Song Xi and Qian Xuefen also politely called grandpa and grandma, if they didn't follow Jiang Jiayi's shout, they didn't know what to shout.

Jiang Jiayi's grandparents rested for a while, and then started dinner. Looking at the sumptuous meals on the table, they knew that Jiang Jiayi's life was not bad, so they were relieved.

They really hate their parents-in-law, that is, Jiang Jiayi's grandparents.

The father-in-law doesn't care about anything, and the mother-in-law covers the sky with only one hand.

The granddaughter is almost thirty, and she still controls the whole family and refuses to separate.

Don't look at the in-laws who don't talk much and don't care about anything. In fact, the dog that doesn't bark is the best at biting people. He is the one who advises the in-laws behind the scenes.

Jiang Jiayi's grandparents were unwilling to have any contact with them many years ago, so they were very happy to marry Jiang Jiayi from them.

If the parents-in-law and mother-in-law arrange it, not only will the lion speak loudly, but it may even be used to extort more money from Zhou Ping.

It is impossible for them to give up if they don't get the benefits they want from Jiang Jiayi.

Now that Jiang Jiayi has married Zhou Ping, they don't know where Zhou Ping's family is. Even if they really find out that Jiang Jiayi has married quietly later, they don't want to take advantage of it.

People who have already stepped into the coffin, why do they need so much money?

Jiang Jiayi's grandparents ate lunch and sat for two hours before asking Zhou Ping to take them back because they wanted Zhou Ping to come back early to accompany Jiang Jiayi.

After all, the ox cart was relatively slow, and it took five or six hours to go back and forth. It must be dark after Zhou Ping sent them back. They were afraid that Jiang Jiayi would be scared if she was alone at home.

After Zhou Ping sent her grandparents away, Jiang Jiayi checked the things her grandparents brought her, while Song Xi sat beside them and looked at them. After all, they were not her own and it was not easy to use them, so she just looked at them.

There are two cans of malted milk, a bag of brown sugar, two pairs of tiger-toed shoes, and six sets of small clothes, all of which are light in color, and old-fashioned colors are not suitable for babies.

Soon it will be November, and Song Xi can dig the konjac and hairy taro planted on the edge of the sandy soil, and pick the roselle and chrysanthemum.

However, Song Xi didn't ask the students to help with these things. After all, she didn't plant much, and the output was not much, so she picked it herself and kept it, and didn't plan to distribute it to others for the time being.

In the evening, after the students had all gone home, Song Xi leaned over to pick the roselle flowers. She cut them off one by one with scissors and put them into the bamboo basket.

He Xiachuan hurried back to the educated youth spot, and then hurried back.

The afterglow of the setting sun fell on Song Xi's face, which was so beautiful.

"Teacher Song." He Xiachuan hesitated for a moment, then walked over.

"Teacher He, haven't you gone back yet?" Song Xi looked back and saw He Xiachuan walking towards him, feeling a little embarrassed for a while, and hoped that He Xiachuan would not think too much.

"Ms. Song, my family said that lesbians drink more brown sugar water is good for their health, so I..." He Xiachuan embarrassedly took out a bag of brown sugar from his back and handed it to Song Xi.

When Song Xi saw the brown sugar in He Xiachuan's hand, he was a little dazed and confused for a while.

I don't know why he gave me brown sugar, and it's not good to refuse directly, after all, the two are colleagues.

Thinking of this, Song Xi pulled Zhou Yi out as a shield, "I'm sorry, my husband will buy these things for me, besides, if I accept things from gay men for no reason, my husband will definitely be upset , so Comrade He should keep it for himself to drink! After all, this thing is really hard to buy, not to mention expensive, but also tickets."

He Xiachuan let out a soft 'ah' in his heart, completely unbelievable, this young, beautiful and excellent girl in front of him has already married early, isn't this rural girl married too early?

Why can't we wait any longer?

Song Xi put away the scissors and bamboo basket, stopped picking today, and went home directly.

Song Xi's words were like an imperial decree to Zhou Yi, and Song Xi didn't need to remind him this year, so he very consciously cut back the wild rice seeds, sorted them out, and produced a total of two hundred catties Wild rice, and ten catties of seeds were left.

So Song Xi gave him the ultimate reward for several nights in a row.

Zhou Ping was also thinking about the persimmons on the mountain. When Jiang Jiayi and Jiang Jiayi went up the mountain to find the persimmons last year, the persimmons were almost frozen on the branches, so this year Zhou Ping called Zhou Yi to go up the mountain to pick the persimmons early this year.

The two came to the persimmon tree with ease.

Some persimmons fell from the fallen leaves on the ground, and there were still many persimmons left on the tall branches.

The two put down the back baskets, first checked the ones on the ground, found no damage, put them into the back baskets, and then tried to pick the ones from the trees.

Although the persimmon tree was covered with fruit, the fruit was only as big as an egg. The quantity was large, but the weight was light. One person only got one basket, about fifty catties!

Seeing Zhou Yi come back with a heavy basket on his back, Song Xi asked curiously, "Brother Yi, what are you carrying?"

"Persimmons, I just went up the mountain with Zhou Ping to pick them. After one tree has been picked, each person gets a basket." Zhou Yi put the basket under the eaves, brought some straw over, and planned to put the persimmons in a vat and suffocate them with the straw. It is ready to eat when cooked.

Seeing this, Song Xi asked in confusion, "Brother Yi, what are you doing?"

Thinking that the little daughter-in-law might never have eaten persimmons, Zhou Yi explained, "Accelerate the ripening so that the persimmons can ripen faster. We used to do this all the time."

"Brother Yi, just ripen ten of them and taste the taste. Give me the rest. I'll make persimmon wine. By the way, persimmon is a cold fruit. Pregnant women can eat it, but they can't eat too much. You go and bring Zhou Ping's persimmons, and exchange them for some fruits that are good for pregnant women when I go to the market."

"Daughter-in-law, can you still make persimmon wine?" Zhou Yi is not a drinker, let alone an alcoholic, but the wine made by his wife is delicious, and he likes to have a drink with her whenever he has something to do.

"Yes, just go and get the persimmons." As Song Xi said, he brought a wooden basin, brought up a bucket of well water, and began to wash the persimmons. Seeing this, Zhou Yi hurriedly got up and went to Zhou Ping's house. He quickly brought back a whole basket of persimmons.

As soon as Zhou Ping heard that pregnant women should not eat more persimmons, he immediately gave all the persimmons to Zhou Yi. Now that Jiang Jiayi's belly is getting bigger, he dare not make any mistakes.

Song Xi washed the persimmons, drained them, put them into a glass bottle, poured pure sorghum wine to soak them, and she also put a little spirit spring water in it.

Twenty bottles of persimmon wine were soaked in two baskets of persimmons, and they were ready to drink after fifteen days.