Reborn to return to the God of War husband before his death

Shen Huarou and the He family didn't even know what the Wei family had done, so they came to propose marriage at this time. The reason was because of the autumn banquet hosted by the Wei family.

Not two days after Shen Huarou and the others went home last time, the Shen family was invited to a banquet at the Wei family.

During the banquet, it is inevitable to chat about the situation of the family, and each family looks at each other for their own children.

Someone did a good job in front of the Chang family and praised the entire Shen family. When it came to He Yuanling, the son-in-law, he had nothing to praise but could barely praise him for being handsome, young and promising.

It was not that she had never been angry like this in the past. Mrs. Chang smiled and nodded and gave up. This time she also had the intention to promote her little son-in-law.

Others thought that her little son-in-law was good-for-nothing. I tried to coax her by saying nice things to her, but secretly they all laughed at her family's jokes.

It is said that the Shen family prides themselves on being noble and looks down on their family background and merchants. They are picky and picky, and in the end they choose a poor person for their daughter.

Taking advantage of this opportunity to shut them up, Mrs. Chang told He Yuanling that he had done business with his friends, and praised him for being so young and not relying on family help. It was all the young guys who did it themselves, and even impressive.

Both inside and outside the words were full of satisfaction for the little son-in-law. He mentioned that the son-in-law would accompany his daughter back to his parents' home and show filial piety to his old father-in-law.

He also revealed that he wanted to support his son-in-law. Anyone who heard it could understand how satisfied the Shen family was with this son-in-law.

The Chang family here said so, and Mr. Shen also meant the same thing over there. Even Shen Borong, the current head of the Shen family, also responded to his father's words with a smile.

He also praised the two brothers of the He family for their success because they relied on their own efforts and did not rely on family members. The He family was fundamentally upright.

In this way, the Wei family paid attention to He Shuhui. Although He Shuhui was still young, she could make a decision first and then make a betrothal and get married when she was old enough.

Proposing marriage now, while the He family is not yet up, can also gain a good reputation for not being vain.

It has to be said that the Wei family is the one who knows how to do things, and they are the only ones who can think so far ahead.

After the banquet, the Shen family did not expect that the Wei family would act like this and move so quickly.

However, when the eldest brother of the He family learned that his sister reminded him not to sell grain, he had to think more and was preparing to find a suitable time to visit the He family in person.

Of course he didn't think it was his sister who had any news. He guessed that He Yuanling had heard some news somewhere.

He Yuanling's caravan was running around, and he must have heard something.

Or is it possible that the eldest son-in-law of the He family has just returned from the south?

However, there was no letter from my mother-in-law, so I couldn’t tell for sure.

Shen Huarou didn't expect that her eldest brother would think so much just by saying it. She had already told Shen Zheng to collect the food carefully and properly.

She also plans to build a hidden granary while the villa is being renovated. When chaos breaks out, nothing else will be as practical as food.

In the evening, He Yuanling came back from his second brother's place. To be precise, he was driven back.

"Look what time it is. Let's go quickly. Your second sister-in-law is still waiting for me to eat."

He was very pleased that his younger brother came to him to discuss business, but he couldn't help it if he didn't have any eyesight at all. He had been talking to him in the study all afternoon, and he didn't plan to leave because he wanted to have dinner?

No one wants him to be an eyesore, not even his own brother.

He Yuanling came back with the proposal written by his second brother, intending to ask for credit from his wife.

Although he didn't summarize it himself, he shamelessly asked his second brother to write it.

When he came back, he didn't go directly to the main room. Instead, he sneaked into the kitchen first.

"Third Master, did you have any orders?"

"It's okay. I'm busy with you. How was dinner?"

He walked around the kitchen with his hands behind his back, reaching up to his neck to look into the smoking iron pot.

Others didn't know what he meant, but Yulan knew.

Invite him to a pot, take off the lid and show it to him, saying funnyly.

"My wife ordered my servant to cook the fish for you. Do you think it smells good?"

"Xiang, you must be good at your craftsmanship."

Satisfied, He Yuanling naturally stopped staying in the kitchen and turned around to go back to the main room.

Since it was his wife's order, he is not angry anymore, hehe...

When I came back, I almost bumped into Wan Mi at the gate of the courtyard. He was holding a dustpan filled with messy branches and leaves.

He stepped through the door and met the eyes of his wife looking over.

He Yuanling recognized that the pot she was pruning was one of the dowry she brought from her parents' family.

She treasured a pot of peonies that contained more peonies than he treasured, and usually placed it outside the window. Once he kindly helped water the pot, but he didn't even thank him and even complained.

"Why are you willing to take it out and cut it today? Normally, if I touch its leaves, you'd be upset. Why don't you feel bad if you cut these and throw them away?"

He Yuanling also wanted to say: You just don't want me to touch you, and I'm not as good as your pot of broken grass.

He hesitated for a while but didn't say anything, which seemed like he had lowered his status to compare with a pot of broken grass.

Shen Huarou told herself that she must be calm. She knew clearly that he couldn't understand anything he said, so why bother herself to argue with him?

So, she stopped looking at He Yuanling and continued to practice intensively.

But I also know that if he doesn't reply, he will definitely say something else and still have to answer.

"This year's flowering period is almost over, so we need to prune and fertilize it so that it can bloom again next year."

"Oh, I understand this. It's just like plowing the soil with burned ashes to ensure that the crops planted next year will grow well."

Everyone who farms knows this, but they are not as meticulous as her in taking care of her.

Even if she is a delicate person, the flowers she raises are also very delicate.

Seeing that she couldn't finish it for a while, He Yuanling moved a chair out and sat down to watch her tinkering.

From time to time, I have to give some advice, "You have actually left too many branches. For example, this branch, the main stem is not strong, but you have left several branches, and they will not grow well by then."

Shen Huarou looked at where he pointed, and there were indeed a lot of them as he said, but she was reluctant to cut them too bald, and she was afraid that she would lose money if she couldn't grow new branches next year.

"I stayed like this for the past few years and drove it well."

As a result, He Yuanling jumped up from his chair, came over and grabbed the scissors.

"You are absolutely right to listen to me, I can still fool you.

Get out of the way and let Mr. San cut it for you."

He Yuanling, a wild man from the countryside, knows better. The key is that when he was a child, he saw too many orange trees built by his brother-in-law in the courtyard. That is called pruning them bald. As a result, many new branches grew in the second year.

Come to think of it, it's all the same.

Shen Huarou, who was squeezed away by him, didn't trust his skills, but it was too late. He had already cut off several branches in two or three strokes, and her heart was bleeding when she saw it.

He also boasted, "Just keep it in your heart and make sure there will be no problem.

With a grimace on your face, you still thought I was cutting your flesh.

If I drive less next year, can you hit me?"

No matter what he said, Shen Huarou's mind was filled with the withered appearance of this pot of peony that he had tortured to death in the past.

Otherwise, should we kick him out again?

If that doesn't work, how about a quarrel?