Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 10938

"Mrs. Luo is so polite." Yu Zhong responded to Yang Ruoqing's thanks with a smile, "Compared to the New Year's gifts that Third Brother and Mrs. Luo sent to my house a few days ago, a mere sheep is nothing."

Yang Ruoqing smiled and nodded without continuing to speak.

Because Yang Huazhong was here, it was Yang Huazhong's business to talk to Yu Zhong. They were similar in age and liked each other in many ways.

Sure enough, after hearing Yu Zhong's words, Yang Huazhong couldn't wait to say: "Brother Yu Zhong, what did you say? Compared with the icing on the cake, the help you gave to our family at that time was a timely help!"

It's nice to add icing on the cake, but the kindness of helping someone in times of need is unforgettable.

No matter how valuable a cart of New Year's goods is, it still has a price.

But the great kindness of providing help in times of need is priceless.

Yu Zhong was moved by Yang Huazhong's impassioned words. He said to Yang Huazhong: "Third brother, other people would have helped with that matter. There is no need to mention it again. I just did my duty."

"But I have to say one more thing about this sheep. I didn't spend a penny on this sheep. This is my own sheep..."

"You raised it yourself?" Yang Huazhong was surprised, "Last time I was at your house, I didn't see this sheep in the backyard pig pen!"

Yu Zhong smiled and said: "This sheep was not raised in my own pigsty at that time. When it was cold, it was sent to a relative's woodshed in the village to be tied up, because there was an old female in the relative's woodshed. The pigs have given birth and it’s warm in there.”

Yang Huazhong was stunned.

Suddenly he nodded again and again.

Farmers sometimes regard their pigs, cattle and sheep more seriously than their own lives.

Yang Huazhong himself is similar.

As for the Sun family across the courtyard, it's even more so. In this winter, the Sun family's pig pen, especially the small pig pen where the piglets are born, is covered with thick straw, and even the big Sun's quilt is used to sleep on. They all reported it to the piggies.

If it weren't for the worry that the piglets would knock over the charcoal brazier and cause a fire, Mrs. Sun would probably have to keep the pigs warm inside!

"Yu Zhong, your goats are well raised. Look at this wool, how good it is!"

"Third brother, have you forgotten what I told you? Several generations of my family have been born as sheep herders!"

Yang Huazhong was stunned for a moment, then remembered, he let out a hearty laugh, and said repeatedly: "Yes, yes, yes, I remembered, you did say this to me."

"Come on, don't say anything else, come in and drink tea!"

Yang Huazhong entertained Yu Zhong in the main room. Even Daan walked out of the study and stayed with him for a while before returning to the study to busy with his affairs.

The two farmers who came with Yu Zhong earlier were from Yu Zhong's village. They were also the two villagers who followed Yu Zhong to the inn for a sumptuous meal that night when they were shoveling snow.

No wonder Yang Ruoqing felt familiar. It turned out that he had actually met someone before.

They settled the sheep in the woodshed in the backyard of Yang Huazhong's home and tied the rope to the wooden cart tied to the woodshed.

Feng'er, Fuwa, and Jun'er all pulled open the woodshed door and looked in.

Xiaohua followed and stared at several children. Seeing Yang Ruoqing coming over, Xiaohua said with a smile: "It's better now, especially Jun'er. I'll probably have to stay here to watch them all day."

Yang Ruoqing came over and touched Jun'er's head, and then pinched Fuwa's little face.

"As long as they have fun, these little guys are not afraid of the cold."

Looking at Feng'er, he is after all a few years older than his younger brothers and sisters. Although he is also standing here looking at the goats, he is more helping his mother Xiaohua to take care of his two younger brothers and sisters and preventing them from running into the firewood. I went inside the room to touch it, because the sheep had horns, and I was afraid that my brothers and sisters would be injured by the horns... "They like to see it, so just let them see it. Just keep an eye on it. It's rare for them to be happy."

Yang Ruoqing stood up and said to Xiaohua, "Is Mom cooking in the kitchen?"

Xiaohua glanced in the direction of the kitchen: "Yes, I will ask Feng'er to help me keep an eye on them later. I have to go to the kitchen to burn firewood, otherwise Mom will be too tired by herself."

When Feng'er next to him heard this, he immediately puffed up his chest and said, "Mom, don't worry, leave your brothers and sisters to me. I have finished my homework for this morning. Dad said I can come out and play."

Xiaohua touched Feng'er's head lovingly, feeling distressed in her heart, but it was hard to explain, because Da'an said that the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold, and the edge of a sword comes from sharpening.

Feng'er is a boy, and boys must make progress because boys will have heavier responsibilities in the future.

When you open your eyes, you will be surrounded by people who need to rely on you, especially Feng'er, who is still the eldest son and will have to take care of his younger siblings in the future.

Therefore, Feng'er cannot slack off and must work hard to make progress.

Of course, fortunately, Da'an is not the kind of unkind father. Although he has strict requirements on Feng'er's studies, he usually gives Feng'er some opportunities to relax and unwind.

"Okay, then you play with your younger brothers and sisters. If anything happens, just call me. Mom, go to the kitchen and help your grandma cook."

"Mom, what's for lunch?"

"What kind of food do you want to eat? Tell mom, and mom will tell your grandma."

"Mom, I've been eating sweet and sour pot pork for a long time. I want to eat it."

Xiaohua smiled tenderly, "Isn't this simple? Mom will make it for you later."

Yang Ruoqing also patted Feng'er on the shoulder, "The pot-roasted pork is indeed delicious. You have a good taste."

Feng'er smiled sheepishly, "Mom, aunt, don't tell my father about my order."

"Why? Your father still doesn't allow you to eat pot-roasted pork?" Yang Ruoqing was surprised, "If that's the case, you should boldly tell your aunt and she will go deal with your father."

Feng'er shook his head hurriedly, "No, it's not like that. My father allows me to eat."

"It's just that Dad said that a man should focus on his studies and not pay too much attention to his own appetite."

"My father also said that the desire for food and drink is the most superficial form of happiness for people."

"True happiness should be learned from books."

"Is it wrong to pay attention to appetite? Who doesn't eat? Who doesn't want to eat good food?" Yang Ruoqing was happy.

Let alone children, even adults, who doesn’t want to eat something they like?

A few days ago, at the county hospital, everyone ate the food in the kitchen of the hospital for only a day and a half, but they were all so anxious that they refused to eat any more.

Until later, Yang Ruoqing waited for the food at Tianxianglou and looked at it. It was like the rain came after a long drought. I don’t know how happy I was eating, and I felt that life had become meaningful.

Not to mention a teenage boy?

However, from Daan's perspective, he could say this not because he said it on purpose.

But for himself, he should really believe that the happiness absorbed from books is the best food for the spirit.

He enjoys the nourishment of knowledge to his soul more than the delicacies brought to his taste buds by delicacies from mountains and seas.

(End of this chapter)