Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 1082 I Can't Help Laughing (Part [-])

The news of Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang's return to the village was more joyful to Yang Huazhong's family than New Year's Eve.

"Qing'er, is it cold in the north? Is it too cold? What do you eat? Look at your face, you've lost a lot of weight..."

From entering the door to sitting down in the main room, Mrs. Sun took Yang Ruoqing's hand and kept asking these questions.

"Mom, I wear a lot of clothes, so I'm not cold."

"The food over there is similar to ours. If you have money, you can buy everything to eat..."

Yang Ruoqing patiently answered Mrs. Sun one by one.

Over there, Luo Fengtang was also talking to Yang Huazhong.

Old Suntou, Mrs. Sun, my aunt and uncle, blacksmith Luo, and Xiaoan and Xiaojie all came over.

The main room was full of excitement.

"Mother, where are Da'an and Dajie?" Yang Ruoqing asked again.

Sun said: "School starts on the sixteenth day of the first lunar month. A few days ago it was Qingming Festival, and their school had a day off. No, it's time to go to school again."

Yang Ruoqing suddenly realized that once she left for two months, her family would have already walked away from the taste of the year.

After the Ching Ming Festival, the earth returns to spring, and the crops and farming will be busy.

"Qing'er, you are tired from the journey, go back to the house first, wash your face and change into your clothes."

"Mother, go to the kitchen to cook, cook your and Tang Yazi's favorite dishes!" Sun said.

Yang Ruoqing nodded.

Sun said to Yang Huazhong again: "Don't pester Tang Yazi with too many questions, let him have some tea and rest."

"And you, go to the old house, say hello to Master Qing and the others, come over at night and have a reunion dinner with us big guys."

"Okay, I'll go right now."

The people acted separately.

Luo Fengtang also followed Luo Tiejiang's house to wash and brush up and talk privately.

Here, Yang Ruoqing changed out of the heavy cotton padded clothes and washed off the dust all over her body.

Climbed into bed again, and fell asleep soundly.

After waking up, full of energy, change back to spring clothes.

Seeing that the sun was already slanting westward outside the window, she heard her aunt's laughter coming from the kitchen, so she got out of bed quickly.

in the stove.

Mrs. Sun was kneading the dough in a big basin, and Mrs. Sun was picking up a lot of wild vegetables there.

"Mom, what are you cooking delicious?"

Yang Ruoqing entered the kitchen with a smile and asked.

Dasun said: "Your mother said you like to eat Artemisia Cake, no, you make Artemisia Cake at night."

Artemisia cake?
Yang Ruoqing's eyes lit up, and she hurried to Sun's side.

Mrs. Sun was squatting on the ground picking wild vegetables, removing the weeds inside, and washing the remaining leaves in clean water.

Then rub the washed vegetable leaves on a stone nearby.

Rub out the sour water inside...

"Qing'er, why don't you sleep a little longer?" Sun asked while rubbing.

Yang Ruoqing watched with relish, and said: "I also slept all the way in the carriage, and I will sleep again later at night."

Sun nodded, "Alright."

Yang Ruoqing saw that there were still some unpicked wild wormwood beside her, so she picked them up to help Mrs. Sun clean them up.

"Mother, this wormwood is so fresh, when did you pinch it?" she asked.

Before Mrs. Sun agreed, Mrs. Sun hurriedly said: "When you were sleeping, your mother went outside to pinch it in the field."

"She said that you like to eat haozi cakes, and you always pinch the tenderest ones at the top, so it's a waste of time."

Hearing this, Yang Ruoqing looked at Mrs. Sun.

Mrs. Sun shook her head hurriedly, and smiled lovingly at Yang Ruoqing: "Don't listen to your aunt, it doesn't take any effort at all, mother is not tired."

Yang Ruoqing looked at Mrs. Sun.

There was a smile on Sun's face.

But the shoes under her feet were covered with mud.

Apparently, in order to pinch these tender wormwood, she ran a long way and walked through many ridges and fields.

"Mom, you go and rest next to me, and I'll rub it."

Yang Ruoqing said, rolling up her sleeves.

But was stopped by Mrs. Sun, "You don't know how to knead, if you don't knead well, the haozi cake you make will not only taste bad, but also bitter, mother!"

"Mom, I can't be idle, why don't you assign me some work!"

Yang Ruoqing acted like a baby.

Sun smiled: "You child, what is your fate?"

Dasun also smiled: "Qing'er, if you really want to help, you can chop some bacon and fry it with wild wormwood later to make paba cores."

"okay!"

Yang Ruoqing moved happily.

She picked up the knife and went to the warehouse where the grain was stored.

He planed the dry rice, pulled out a piece of dried bacon, and went back to the kitchen.

I washed it for the first time with the rice washing water left over at noon, and then rinsed it with clean water.

Then cut off a small lump of pork belly, cut it into slices on the chopping board, and then chop it into minced meat.

This side is chopped well, and the wild wormwood in Mrs. Sun's hand over there is almost finished.

"Qing'er, are your hands sore? Come here and rest, your aunt and I will do the rest!"

Sun dragged Yang Ruoqing aside desperately.

Yang Ruoqing had no choice but to stand by and watch, talking with the two of them.

Mrs. Sun is not a talkative person, but Mrs. Sun is a magpie.

Chattering, non-stop.

From the head of the village to the end of the village.

In the year since she moved from Sunjiagou to Changping Village, she has become acquainted with everyone in the village.

There are a lot of gossip and gossip that the Sun family doesn't know about, and the eldest Sun family knows about it.

There was no need for Yang Ruoqing to ask, the big and small things that happened in the village in the past two months, all the big and small things happened to her.

Finally, the topic came to Mrs. Liu.

Yang Ruoqing couldn't help asking: "If you count the days, it's time for my fourth aunt to give birth?"

Mrs. Liu was found to be pregnant in June last year.

By the beginning of March of the following year, it has been nine months, almost.

Da Sun said: "It hasn't moved yet. That belly is really big. The big guy said there are two pregnant."

"what?"

Yang Ruoqing was surprised.

When she left, she saw that she was sixty or seven months pregnant, and her belly was not too big.

If it's really twins, you can tell the clues from three to four months.

Over there, Mrs. Sun, who had been busy pinching her papa, also spoke up.

"It shouldn't be twins. I heard from Qing'er's fourth uncle that she might have a big appetite in the later stage and eat everything. Both adults and children have gained weight," she said.

Yang Ruoqing nodded: "Well, I think that's probably the case too."

"By the way, mother, my grandma will soon be taken care of by our family, right?"

"Yes, in February, your second uncle and mother cook and do laundry. This is the first and third day of junior high school, and it's our home."

The three talked and laughed, and the work in their hands kept going.

A sumptuous meal is almost ready before you know it.

When the sun was completely down, Da'an Dajie came from home.

Old Yang and the others also came over.

In the main room, the men sat around the Eight Immortals table, and Luo Fengtang entertained them with the tobacco leaves brought back from the north.

The backyard is even more lively.

Yang Yongqing, Da'an and the others, as well as Liu's three daughters were all playing in the backyard.

The backyard is like a children's paradise, where children, big and small, are laughing and playing.

Yang Ruoqing helped prepare chopsticks and bowls in the kitchen.

From time to time, I looked at the scene in the yard with my head, and couldn't help laughing.

This is the life I want!
(End of this chapter)