The Fierce Farm Girl Has A Secret Space Chapter 2435: Not Getting Married (3)

The second lunar month ushers in the vibrant life mirrored in the post-modern March, a time when burgeoning grass and the cheerful chirping of birds signify the season's awakening. Though a lingering chill from winter's end might still be felt, the world is already alive with an abundance of nature's energy.

Xiaocang Mountain is rapidly donning its verdant cloak, willows along the riverbanks are unfurling new leaves, and the fruit trees, now in bloom, paint a delightful picture across the landscape.

This is also the prime season for spring plowing, and by dawn, the fields are already bustling with diligent farmers.

Yang Ruxin, desiring a leisurely stroll, found her two mothers hesitant; thus, she gently guided them both out of their cozy abode.

Yang Miao, with a natural grace, plucked pliable willow twigs from nearby trees as they ambled along, seamlessly weaving them. She added small roadside blossoms to her creation, quickly fashioning an exquisite wreath, which she then presented to Yang Ruxin.

"Miao'er's hands are truly deft," Yang Ruxin remarked, accepting the wreath and admiring it. "I wonder who will be the fortunate one to win your hand."

"Madam, why do you say such a thing?" Yang Miao asked, a hint of bashfulness causing her to shift her weight.

"What is there to be shy about? Du Man is already a mother herself," Yang Ruxin replied, placing the delicate wreath upon Yang Miao's head. Her gaze then turned to Chun Feng, who stood near the Feng Family members, "Chun Feng, you're also twenty now, aren't you?"

"Madam, I was born in the third month, so I will soon be twenty-one," Chun Feng responded with a smile.

"Do you have anyone in your heart?"

"Madam, Chun Feng has no desire to marry," Chun Feng stated, shaking her head. She was Zhao Xiaofeng, a woman who had been rescued from the Border City. Her past traumas had left her body sullied, and she was now content with the peace she had found, lacking any wish to pursue marriage.

"Chun Hua also does not wish to marry," Chun Hua quickly added, shaking her head with a touch of apprehension, fearing Yang Ruxin's attention would turn to her. "At least, not for the present." Although no longer a maiden, her sister remained pure. Once her sister finished her studies, matured, married, and found happiness, she would find her own peace. Of course, having been by Yang Ruxin's side for so long, her perspective had shifted. She wasn't necessarily against marriage, but she hadn't yet encountered a suitable partner who would overlook her past. If such a person appeared, she wouldn't refuse.

Yang Ruxin offered no further comment. Everyone must navigate their own life's path; advice can be given, but ultimate decisions rest with the individual. As long as they have carefully considered their choices, it is sufficient.

Their conversation meandered as they strolled onto the main village path, heading leisurely towards the heart of the settlement.

Yang Miao and Chun Feng began gathering more willow twigs from the wayside, their nimble fingers weaving delicate wreaths for everyone present.

From the village direction, two men approached. Their clothing suggested a degree of prosperity, yet their eyes were heavy-lidded and their gait unsteady, indicative of lives steeped in excessive indulgence.

Encounters with strangers were not uncommon in this area, with several villages in proximity. Especially after the recent New Year festivities, it was expected that visitors might be around.

However, a spark ignited in the eyes of these two men as they noticed the two beautiful young women approaching. They seemed surprised to find such loveliness in this village. Exchanging knowing glances, they immediately altered their course, heading towards the two girls who were engrossed in weaving their floral creations.

"Who are you?" the wreath in Yang Miao's hand was unceremoniously knocked away. While initially unconcerned, her slight annoyance vanished as she looked up, only to be met with two lecherous gazes that caused her to frown deeply.

"Miss, what is your name? How old are you?" one of the men inquired with a broad grin, his tone audacious. "Do you like the look of this brother? Come, fall into his embrace?" His demeanor was utterly dissolute.

Yang Miao's expression contorted in anger: "Where did these scoundrels spring from?"