Daily Life in the 70s-Chapter 68 - Night Talks

Shen didn’t misunderstand, did he?”

Embarrassment flashed across Yang PeiMin’s face.

“Enough, let’s not talk about it.

The letter’s already been burned by me, and I have some things to take care of, so I can’t keep you company anymore.”

Chen Sanmei nodded understandingly—now she had the demeanor of a good sister who’s full of empathy, “Okay, you have a lot to do today, I won’t bother you anymore.

As for Yang Peiqiong, when you get the chance, you should teach her a lesson; otherwise, she’ll think you’re easy to bully.” She couldn’t resist adding that last bit.

A wave of anger rose on Yang PeiMin’s face as she waved her hand impatiently, “I got it.”

Watching Chen Sanmei leave, Yang PeiMin reached up and rubbed the expression on her face, hoping she would live up to her expectations and spread the gossip.

The heat of the situation had not yet faded, and now there was another issue to add to it, enough to give Yang Peiqiong a tough time.

As the wedding approached, the family had almost finished the preparations, but Zhang Minghua still felt like they hadn’t bought enough.

She looked and looked again, then went to check the complexion of her daughter.

“My dear girl, you should eat a bit more, your face is not glowing enough for a bride.”

Yang PeiMin hugged her mother’s arm, knowing that her mother had entered the anxious phase of marrying off her daughter.

“Mom, ask my brothers to help me get a big bathtub; I want to take a bath.”

They had bathtubs at home, but those were used by the nieces.

If she wanted one for adults, it needed to be specially made.

Zhang Minghua stared at her daughter, dumbfounded, “You child, always coming up with ideas, a bathtub, really?

You’re not a kid anymore.”

“I want to take a herbal bath to strengthen my body.

You said my complexion wasn’t good, right?

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Soaking can help me sweat out the impurities; it’ll make me feel refreshed and less prone to sickness.” During the half month since she had arrived, although she wiped herself down every day and bathed every other day, there was a feeling of never being completely clean.

Zhang Minghua had no solution for her, so she let her sons take out a big water barrel used for household needs and repurposed it for her daughter’s use.

Yang Peijun had his reservations about her fastidiousness, “Once you’ve used that barrel for bathing, are we still going to store water in it?”

Yang PeiMin dropped the idea upon hearing this, “Never mind, let’s not use that one.”

So she decided to be self-sufficient, taking a quilt cover and making a small circular space in the shower room.

She brought up two buckets of medicated bathwater, sat down, and started a herbal sauna while washing herself.

She also washed her hair and, with the sun not yet set, took a small stool and sat in the yard to dry it.

Shen Yiguang happened to come over to deliver the wedding clothes just as she was drying her hair under the setting sun.

She was draped in a layer of light that resembled a colorful twilight—peaceful and beautiful.

Softness welled up in Shen Yiguang’s heart.

He walked over, “Let me help you.”

Yang PeiMin looked up to see him, “No need, I’m almost done.

What brings you here?”

Shen Yiguang lifted the cloth package in his hand, “I’ve brought your wedding clothes.”

“There’s also a wedding outfit?” Yang PeiMin stood up, surprised and delighted.

She had already seen two weddings, but both brides simply wore new cotton clothes without patches—not what could be considered a wedding outfit.

So when it came to her own wedding, she hadn’t been hopeful either.

She hadn’t expected that Shen Yiguang would have prepared one for her, which was a pleasant surprise.

Shen Yiguang had imagined her happy expression, but seeing her genuinely smiling face still made him feel dizzy with emotion.

“Mom.” Yang PeiMin took the cloth bundle, and as she entered the house, she called out to Zhang Minghua.

“What’s this?” Zhang Minghua, who was about to come out of the house, teased them upon seeing the two together, “I was wondering why you looked so down just now.

I figured Xiao Shen must have brought something nice over to cheer you up like this.”

“Brother Shen brought over a wedding outfit.”

“Oh, really!” Zhang Minghua appeared pleasantly surprised as well, and Li Hong and Jiang Erni, hearing the commotion, also gathered around.

“Mom, let’s open it and see.”

Following her request, Zhang Minghua opened it to find a neatly folded set of women’s military attire complete with a hat.

“It’s a military uniform, wonderful!

This is wonderful!” Zhang Minghua couldn’t stop smiling.

“I borrowed the design and cut it myself.

We have many sisters at home, so it didn’t take much effort.

As soon as it was done, I hurried over for PeiMin to try it on to see if it fits perfectly.

If there need to be alterations, there’s still time,” Shen Yiguang explained.

“Your in-law and your sister have really good craftsmanship.

It’s made so well.” Zhang Minghua said, then looked up at Yang PeiMin, “It’s pretty, isn’t it?

We’ll try it on in a bit.”

Yang PeiMin nodded; she was accepting of it.

If anything, she could make some changes herself.

It would indeed make for a unique wedding.

Remembering she still had her hair down, she took the clothes and went back to her room.

Zhang Minghua watched her walk away, shaking her head with a laugh, “This girl, still such a child.

She was just sulking with her brother a moment ago, and now seeing the new clothes, she’s finally happy.”

“What were the siblings quarreling about?” Shen Yiguang asked curiously.

Zhang Minghua shared the incident about Yang PeiMin wanting a tub to bathe in, “Then she made a curtain.

Since they were little, they’ve been like this, playful and rowdy, but it’s all good afterward.”

Time flew quickly, and while Yang PeiMin was still dazed, the day before her wedding had arrived.

I don’t know if this custom exists elsewhere, but the day before the wedding, the female relatives go to the groom’s house to make the bed.

This task was undertaken by Jiang Erni and Li Hong.

The honest Jiang Erni who came back commented, “The Shen family’s home looked really nice.

The cabinets, tables, and chairs in the room were all newly made, it was bright, even had curtains…

Mrs.

Shen kept stuffing us with food to take back.

She is really kind-hearted…”

Yang Dahai and Zhang Minghua exchanged glances, both seeing satisfaction in the other’s eyes.

Yang PeiMin discussed with Yang Dahai and his wife about the major items for the dowry, then they gave her one hundred yuan as a bottom-of-the-box gift, mentioning that the Shen family had also provided a separate dowry—an unspecified amount that she guessed was another one hundred, so she ended up accepting only fifty.

Zhang Minghua came over in the evening to sleep with her,

“In the blink of an eye, you’ll be a grown-up woman.

I remember when you were born, you were so small.” She gestured with her hands, “Like a little kitten, crying a few times and then gasping for breath, it was heart-wrenching to watch.”

While Yang PeiMin was still immersed in Zhang Minghua’s nostalgic emotions, her mother suddenly changed the topic and leaned in to whisper something into her ear.

Yang PeiMin: “…”