Chapter 180 Song Jiang's Surprise
Today, our family took out the silkworm pupae from the cocoons at the old house.
Of course, Song Jiang and Song Ming are in good physical condition, so they are still working at the construction site.
The others who are not physically fit do these light tasks. It’s not that Song Jiang is physically fit, but that Shen Xia does whatever work is available wherever he is.
He has no sense of manliness at all and even asks others to help him do the laundry.
Let’s collect silkworm pupae together.
Then I took out the previous shelf and put it in the kitchen. Now only the kitchen is empty.
The other two rooms were filled with silk cocoons.
It was the same this time. The cocoons were of all colors and very beautiful. If there were no loom, we could have taken out the colorful ones and woven them into cloth.
You can imagine how beautiful it would be if woven into cloth.
Hey--
wrong--
My father is an engineer. Should I ask him to design a convenient manual loom for me and then install it myself?
That would be great.
After thinking about it, I felt it was very feasible.
I'll ask my dad later tonight.
A few people just sat there, motionless, as if they had been forgotten by time.
After a whole day, they felt like their bodies were falling apart, with back pain and numbness in their limbs.
Only less than a quarter of the cocoons had been processed, but everyone was so exhausted that they didn't even have the strength to move.
"We can't go on like this!" Shen Xia complained, thinking that he was not even old enough to retire yet and he was already working himself to death.
Mother Song looked at Shen Xia and said with concern: "Xia Xia, you are not comfortable sitting, go back and rest first!"
Shen Xia shook her head: "It's okay, Dakong will do it together soon."
Suddenly I thought: "Mom, I'm going to get the marriage certificate with my elder brother tomorrow, so why not buy some people while we're there?"
Mother Song paused, looked at Shen Xia's serious expression, thought for a while and said, "Okay, Xia Xia, buy it if you want!"
She thought to herself that there was indeed a lot of work to do at home, but it was okay for her to do more, but she couldn't let Xia Xia be too tired.
After all, Xia Xia and Lao Da are already together, and maybe she is pregnant. It’s not good to be so tired.
Even if there are no children, there is no need to make Xia Xia too tired if family conditions permit.
Just like Xia Xia said, the purpose of making money is to change your life and make life better.
If you have money but still live such a hard life, what's the point of making money?
To be honest, after living with Shen Xia for two months, Song's mother's ideas have changed a lot. She found that many things would be better if she followed Shen Xia's arrangements.
Therefore, she was more and more willing to listen to Shen Xia's opinions and trust her decisions.
She felt from the bottom of her heart that Shen Xia was the backbone of this family.
After dinner in the evening,
Song's mother looked at Song Jiang with a smile, her eyes full of expectation and blessings.
She patted Song Jiang's hand gently and said earnestly, "Boss! Later you and Xia Xia will go to Uncle San to write a marriage certificate. Tomorrow you two will take the household registration and marriage certificate to the county for filing and stamping."
Song's mother originally wanted to go by herself, but then she thought it would be a good idea to let Song Jiang and Xia Xia go.
When Song Jiang heard this, he felt a surge of joy in his heart, but at the same time he felt a little surprised.
He widened his eyes and looked at Shen Xia who was sitting next to him in disbelief.
His eyes revealed a kind of confusion and helplessness, as if he couldn't believe that all this was really happening.
Song Jiang thought to himself: "Is what my mother said true?" He felt that this incident was too sudden and caught him off guard.
He had always thought that the relationship between him and Xia Xia would take time to cultivate and develop, but now he was being urged by his mother to get a marriage certificate.
I thought my name couldn't be on the marriage certificate, because I could see that Xia Xia had more feelings for the second and third sons.
So deep down, I also accept that the marriage certificate should be given to the second or third son, since they are all brothers after all.
I didn't expect that it would be me in the end.
Song Jiang couldn't help but think of the night when the accident happened between them.
However, now Xia Xia is actually willing to receive the marriage certificate with him, which makes him feel extremely surprised and moved.
Song Jiang took a deep breath, calmed himself down, then turned to Shen Xia and said with a firm look, "Xia Xia, is what mother said true?"
Shen Xia raised the corner of her mouth: "What do you think?"
Song Jiang looked at Shen Xia with such a charming smile at this moment.
The joy in my heart really cannot be expressed in words.
The second brother next to him saw that his eldest brother was happy and became happy too.
After all, my eldest brother has been taking care of us since we were young, so I am very happy that he received the marriage certificate.
Although the third brother felt a little disappointed, he thought of his eldest brother and how much he had paid for this since he was a child, so he seemed to be able to accept it.
Before it gets dark.
Song Jiang took Shen Xia to his uncle's house.
I also brought some things with me. Needless to say, it was definitely fruit. At the moment, this thing is still very presentable.
Ask others for help, you can't go empty-handed!
At first, Shen Xia didn’t understand why the marriage certificate needed to be written by someone else. She thought that as long as someone who could read could write it, it would be fine. After all, it was just a piece of text.
Moreover, she felt that her handwriting was pretty good and she could write it herself, so why should she bother others?
Later, she asked her mother, and she gradually understood the deeper meaning of it.
It turns out that not everyone can write a marriage certificate. It must be written by an elder who is well-educated, has a harmonious relationship with his wife, and is respected by everyone.
This not only symbolizes that the newlyweds can have a harmonious relationship like their predecessors, but also is a continuation of traditional customs.
So it was the right thing for Shen Xiajue's mother to ask her third uncle to write the marriage certificate.
Fortunately, when Song Niang bought Shen Xia, she asked for the household registration.
Now that I think about it, Song's mother is just gentle in character, but she is also very comprehensive in her work.
Otherwise, if I get married now, I will have to go to the Shen family to get the household registration.
Third Uncle's house was not far from the Song family, so Song Jiang and Shen Xia arrived there in no time.
There was no one in the yard.
Song Jiang shouted loudly, "Is Third Uncle at home?"
"There's someone." Before seeing the person, I heard the voice first. The voice was obviously that of Third Grandma.
After a while, Third Grandma and Third Uncle came out. Third Uncle looked at Song Jiang and Shen Xia and said, "Xiao Jiang, Xiao Xia, why are you here? Have you had dinner yet? We are having dinner right now, so let's eat together."
Third Grandma opened the gate and Third Uncle said politely.
Shen Xia smiled lightly: "Grandma, Uncle, don't bother me. We've already had dinner. I'm sorry to bother you so late. The truth is, I have something to bother you with."
Uncle San was curious: "What's the matter?"
"Song Jiang and I are getting married, so I'm going to ask Third Uncle to write a marriage certificate for us."
When the Third Grandma heard about this, she immediately grinned and said, "Really? That's great."
The Third Uncle also said, "Okay, okay, okay. I'll go write it to you right away."
Shen Xia stopped him and said, "Uncle, we are not in a hurry. You guys should eat first. I'm really sorry if we delay your meal because of such a small matter."
The two followed him into the yard.