Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 1092
"Brother Ma, why do you look like this? Your sister..."

Blacksmith Luo asked with concern, and had bad guesses in his heart.

Ma Dafu came back to his senses, with a bitter smile on his face.

"My sister is a miserable life."

He glanced at everyone at the table, and then said: "My sister has been marked since she was a child, and when she is as old as your Qing'er, she is the village flower of our Majia Village!"

"People who come to ask for marriage have broken through the threshold."

"Later, my parents fell in love with a family. Although they were not rich, my brother-in-law was admitted as a scholar."

"But within a year of my sister's marriage, that scholar died of illness."

"The girl went back to her natal family, and after someone introduced her, she married an old widower in the village as her step-wife."

"The old widower has a bad temper. He beat my sister after drinking."

"Poor... my sister threw herself into the river and lost half her life."

"Later, I interceded with Li Zhengna, let them reconcile, and took the girl back to her natal family."

"After that, my sister vowed never to marry again, and stayed at home to take care of my parents."

"Two years ago, my parents died one after another, leaving me and my sister to depend on each other, hey!"

When Ma Dafu said this, his voice was hoarse, with grief and helplessness, which made people worry.

"What a miserable woman!" Blacksmith Luo also expressed emotion.

Yang Huazhong was silent, while Sun's eyes were red.

Sitting at the side, Yang Ruoqing also lamented that girl Ma's life was really bad.

If you marry a talented man, you will be poorer if you are poor. After all, it will be fine if you survive.

But Xiucai Lang was born as a short-lived ghost.

Marry an old widower later, but the old widower doesn't love others.

Forced the girl to throw herself into the river, hey, the body and mind must have been completely hurt.

Beside him, Mrs. Sun couldn't help asking Ma Dafu: "Brother Ma, what about you?"

Yang Huazhong winked at Sun, not allowing Sun to ask.

Sun was startled.

At this time, Ma Dafu squeezed out a smile: "The third brother and Brother Luo have cared about me before, and I am also a mess."

"I married a woman, and the woman went to the mountain to chop firewood and fell to her head."

"Nowadays, I don't know anything except eating and drinking, and I haven't left a son and a half for me..."

Sun was surprised.

The woman's eye sockets became even redder, and tears almost came down.

"What's wrong with this world? All bad things are left on someone else's head..."

Sun sighed, shook her head and sighed.

"Uncle Ma, Uncle Luo, father, mother, let's eat the food first and drink, it won't taste good when it gets cold..."

Seeing this, Yang Ruoqing quickly smoothed things over.

Everyone came back to their senses, put away their emotions, picked up the wine glass and raised the chopsticks again...

……

It is bright.

The cuckoos were chirping over the fields.

Those clear chirping sounds, interpreted in everyone's local dialect, resembled the meaning of "cutting wheat and planting trees".

"The cuckoos are reminding the farmers that it's time to cut the wheat and rapeseed, and then prepare the fields for transplanting!"

During breakfast, Yang Huazhong explained everything to the patient Gen Xiaoan.

Xiao An held a pair of slingshots in his hand.

It's spring, cotton clothes have been replaced with jackets, it's much more convenient to run and jump.

Xiaoan followed Yang Yongqing every day, and a group of radish heads in the village dug out the bird's nest.

Use the slingshot Luo Fengtang made for him to shoot birds.

Hearing Yang Huazhong's explanation, Xiao An tilted his head and blinked his big eyes.

"So, the cuckoo is just like the frog, and it is a good friend of our farmer's family?"

he asked innocently.

Yang Huazhong was startled, "How do you know that the frog is a friend of our farmer?"

Xiao An said: "My sister told me."

"My sister said that the frogs will eat the pests in the rice fields, so that the rice will grow more and better."

Yang Huazhong smiled, and patted his youngest son's head: "Well, your sister is right, dad is going to cut the wheat, you go and play by yourself, don't play in the water!"

"Well, Xiao An is obedient!"

Xiao An happily ran out of the yard.

From behind, Xiao Hua followed and took care of her at all times.

……

Yang Huazhong took his family's long-term workers to the field to harvest rapeseed.

Mrs. Sun is boiling tea and sugar water at home, and plans to send them to the field with Yang Ruoqing for everyone to drink later.

During the busy season, the fortifications on the construction site were suspended.

Even in the restaurant, it was suspended for two days, allowing the guys to harvest at home.

"Mother, are the tea and sugar water ready?"

Yang Ruoqing finished drying her clothes and went into the stove, asking.

Mrs. Sun was scooping a gourd ladle into two earthen pots beside her.

Wen Yan said: "Okay, okay, I can send it right away."

"Sister-in-law, Qing'er, I'll go with you."

A voice came in, it was Bamei Cao.

Sun said: "The restaurant is on holiday, eighth sister, it's rare for you to come home to rest for two days, how can I ask you to send it?"

Cao Bamei smiled and took the basket containing the earthen pots from Mrs. Sun.

"It's okay, I'll send it off with Qing'er, sister-in-law, just keep busy at home."

Cao Bamei followed Dajie and Xiaojie to call this "little aunt".

It's not Cao Bamei's own sister-in-law.

This sweating method is also a custom in this area.

Mrs. Sun still hesitated, Yang Ruoqing smiled and said: "Mother, then you can stay at home, Bamei will accompany me to see her off, we can whisper on the way."

Hearing this, Mrs. Sun didn't insist anymore.

So, the two girls chatted and laughed together and walked out of the courtyard gate towards Yang Ruoqing's field.

……

At the same time, at the old house of the old Yang family.

Yang Yongjin and Jin Shi stood by the patio.

Jin was holding a basket in his hand, and there was an earthen jar in the basket, which also contained tea.

In Yang Yongjin's hands, he held three sickles and a bundle of straw ropes.

The mother and son stood by the patio, looking at Yang Hua'an's room.

"Father, are you alright?" Yang Yongjin couldn't help urging.

Yang Hua'an's voice came from the room, "Hurry up, change the second shoe..."

The work of three shoes is over again.

Yang Yongjin couldn't help but came to the door of the house, raised his hand and patted it: "Father, have you arrived? It's already high in the sun."

In the room, Yang Hua'an's voice came again.

"Hurry up, change clothes, and tie the last belt."

Yang Yongjin frowned.

After a while, the door finally opened, and Yang Hua'an came out from inside.

"Let's go, let's cut the rapeseed!"

With a big wave of his hand, Yang Hua'an led Jin Shi and Yang Yong in and out of the house, and also headed towards his own field.

……

In front of the village, behind the village, in the fields, there are all busy villagers.

The adults cut the rapeseed, and the children had no one to take them with them, so they chased and played in the fields by themselves.

The folk customs are open, and both men and women are tough.

While working, he made some jokes about meat and vegetables, and the laughter filled the fields...

(End of this chapter)