Chapter 16 Taking out your anger on your sister-in-law’s behalf "Why can't you call me sister-in-law?"
Fu Beimo didn't understand very much and frowned tightly.
Yan Funing said frankly: "I broke off the engagement first, then got the wrong bride later. No matter what the reason is, it is impossible for your brother and I to become a real couple."
The book says that after Fu Ciyi became the number one scholar in high school, all the noble ladies in the capital wanted to marry him, even the prime minister's daughter.
Less than a year into his official career, he became the youngest chief minister in the dynasty, and even the emperor wanted to recruit him as his consort.
Thinking of this, she said: "You will have a better sister-in-law."
According to someone's attitude today, he will probably divorce his wife.
Divorce your wife, there is nothing to be afraid of.
She smiled and suddenly felt relaxed.
Fu Beimo raised his voice and said excitedly: "I don't believe it, and I don't want a sister-in-law next to me!"
The sister-in-law is the one who will praise him for his awesomeness and say thank you to him.
The woman who stayed in Fu's house called him a fool and was not his sister-in-law.
Yan Funing turned her head and looked at the boy who was half a head taller than herself with a smile.
"It's okay for us to be siblings."
In terms of years, she was only a few months older than him.
But his mind was like that of a child, innocent and kind, and she couldn't bear to say that they would have nothing to do with each other in the future.
Fu Beimo met her gaze. Although the sister-in-law in front of him was smiling, there were tears in her eyes.
His loud voice must have frightened his sister-in-law, and she immediately tightened her clothes, like a child who had done something wrong.
My sister-in-law is so beautiful, how can she cry? He didn't want his sister-in-law to cry, so he took the hoe from her hand.
"Sister-in-law, let's go into the mountains quickly."
"it is good."
The uncle and sister-in-law walked for nearly half an hour and finally arrived at the bamboo forest that Yan Funing saw yesterday.
Winter bamboo shoots grow underground and like loose, breathable and rich soil. Because they grow upward, the soil will change.
As long as you see that the ground is fluffy and the soil is slightly arched, there are probably many winter bamboo shoots underneath.
According to this method, Yan Funing looked at the ground while walking.
When I saw a slightly higher part of the earth arch, I dug it with a hoe.
After finding the main whip, I found many winter bamboo shoots.
Yan Funing was responsible for digging, and Fu Beimo was responsible for picking it up in the basket.
The two of them cooperated, and soon the basket was full.
After digging, Yan Funing filled the soil back up and covered it with withered yellow leaves.
Before leaving, Fu Beimo picked up a thin bamboo pole.
"Sister-in-law, the fence in our yard is too broken. Do you think this will help?"
He waved the bamboo pole, and the sound of breaking wind roared.
Yan Funing looked at the many thin bamboo poles on the ground, which were probably left behind when people cut them down. The color had turned golden.
"That's good. Remove the branches from these bamboo poles and nail them directly into the fence."
"Well."
One of them put down his hoe, the other put down his basket, and began to pick up thin bamboo.
She had just picked up a bundle, but whether because of her mood or because she was absent-minded, when she reached out to reach for the thin bamboo on the ground, the tip of the bamboo branch scratched her palm.
In an instant, blood was dripping.
Drops of bright red blood fell down, splashed on the withered bamboo leaves, and then slipped into the soil.
Yan Funing dropped the thin bamboo, but her hands were dirty and it was difficult to press the wound, so she could only let the blood flow.
When Fu Beimo saw this, he was frightened and cried: "Sister-in-law is going to die."
The palm of the hand didn't hurt when it was first scratched, but the pain gradually increased, and Yan Funing's eyes turned red.
She is so delicate, if she doesn't control it, her tears will fall like broken beads.
When Fu Beimo said this, she couldn't laugh or cry: "I won't die, it just hurts a little."
He lowered his eyes and looked at the palm of his hand, which was indeed Fu Beimo couldn't stop crying.
Yan Funing tried to comfort her to no avail, so she had to find a way to treat the wound first.
Fortunately, there is a mountain spring next to the bamboo forest.
She squatted down, rinsed the wound in the mountain spring water, and then pulled off the hem of her inner garment and tied it up.
Originally, she would have cried due to such a wound, but seeing Fu Beimo crying nonstop, she felt embarrassed to cry too, and wiped away the tears that overflowed from her eyes.
"Let's go back. I can't get anything anymore. You are a man, you have to help me."
Yan Funing showed him her bandaged hand. One hand was bandaged and it was a bit messy.
Fu Beimo stopped crying now. - When he got home, Fu Beimo cried again.
He first cried and told his mother: "Mom, my sister-in-law has lost a lot of blood." He burped in the middle and said, "Mom, don't worry, my sister-in-law said she won't die."
Wan Niang's heart skipped a beat when she heard that. She stood up gropingly: "Why is it bleeding?"
Fu Beimo supported his mother and cried, "Sister-in-law's hand is broken and she is bleeding profusely."
Really scared him to death.
Wan Niang was still angry about Yan Funing breaking off the engagement that day.
After all, the marriage was decided by the two elders, how could they just back out? Even if you really want to withdraw, can't you just withdraw properly? But she made Ci Yi lose face.
The people who were reciting poems and writing poems in the book club that day were all scholars and famous students from Lingcheng. It was a big deal for Ciyi to lose face in front of them.
But now that she heard that her hand was broken and bleeding, Wan Niang couldn't bear it.
The hatred and anger in my heart gradually disappeared a lot.
"Hurry up and take my mother to have a look."
Although you can't see it yourself, you can always ask.
Fu Beimo helped his mother to the west wing.
Yan Funing was re-bandaging. When she saw Wan Niang coming, she stood up and asked her to sit down.
Fu Beimo immediately went to the main room.
In the main room, Fu Ciyi was repairing the rickety table and wooden benches.
"Brother, my sister-in-law won't let me call her sister-in-law." As soon as the words left his mouth, Fu Beimo cried again, "She said I can call her sister."
Fu Ciyi's hand holding the hammer paused.
"But I already have a sister. I just want a sister-in-law." Fu Beimo wiped his nose and tears on his brother, "Brother, you have to let your sister-in-law be my sister-in-law."
The words were difficult to speak, and Fu Beimo was afraid that his brother would be as stupid as him and not understand, so he explained: "You can't marry another woman!"
Fu Ciyi turned his head and looked at the tears and snot his brother wiped on his sleeves. His handsome face was as dark as the bottom of a pot.
He immediately put down the hammer and took off his shirt.
Fu Beimo knew that his brother loved to be clean, and he also knew that his actions had caused trouble.
But it was a mistake for my brother not to pursue his sister-in-law just now!
He was venting his anger on his sister-in-law's behalf.
Now he was a little angry, and before his brother punished him, he ran out of the main room.
After running out of the main room a few steps, I caught a glimpse of Fu Nanyao hiding in the kitchen and eating.
He hurriedly turned around and went to Fu Nanyao, pointing at her nose: "It's all you. It was you who quarreled with your sister-in-law, and that's why my sister-in-law went to the mountains, and she got hurt after going to the mountains."
As he talked, he was so angry that he cried.
Crying.
Yan Funing in the room heard it, stuck her head out of the window and called him: "Beimo, didn't you promise me not to cry?"
Fu Beimo burst into tears: "Sister is so bad. Just now she threw the bowl and said she wouldn't eat, and now she's stealing it in the kitchen. If she hadn't quarreled with my sister-in-law, how could my sister-in-law bleed so much?"
Yan Funing: "I can't blame your sister. I am going to the mountains myself."
Fu Nanyao snorted: "Hypocritical!"
Turning his eyes and seeing the red-stained strip of cloth on her hand, he felt a lump in his throat and couldn't speak any more.
(End of this chapter)