Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 11225

Wanghai County, Changping Village.

Yang Ruoqing stood there, staring at Huansheng's yard in a daze, but the hexagrams explained by Taoist Yuan echoed in her ears over and over again.

  Neither life nor death...what kind of state is this?

Yang Ruoqing saw Huansheng's son Xiaofu and his wife Xia carrying a basket of things out of the yard. They seemed to be collecting waste from the house and were heading to a pile of dung near the fields in the north of the village.

Farmers are accustomed to mixing all the garbage they clean out of their homes, whether it's rotten vegetable leaves, chicken and duck feces, or dead leaves and dirt on the ground, and piling them all together somewhere outside the village, one for each family. Although these things are similar to garbage stations, they are different from them.

If the things in the garbage station are not cleaned up in time, they will emit a foul odor, which will become a lethal weapon. The surrounding area will be so smelly that people cannot walk, but it will become the favorite of flies and mosquitoes within miles.

But the farmers' dung piles are different. After piling the garbage here, they will ignite and burn it from time to time.

The ashes from the burnt things mixed with dead branches and leaves formed wood ash, which continued to be piled here and covered with mats made of felt straw. Wood ash can kill bacteria, deodorize, and can also ferment to form nutritious farm manure.

  In this ancient farming era without pesticides and chemical fertilizers, this kind of farm manure fermented from wood ash is a treasure!

Spring is about to arrive, and everyone needs to turn over the frozen soil before spring ploughing.

At that time, these dung piles will be dug up, and the ash and soil accumulated in them for more than half a year will be transported to the fields and mixed with the excavated soil, loosening the soil while fertilizing it.

Start planting crops in the fertilized soil, and then have a few spring rains that are as precious as oil. The crops will be like ten-year-old children. Give them a bowl of food and watch them grow. They will change every day, which is really pleasing to the eye.

At that moment, Yang Ruoqing quietly followed Xiaofu and the Xia couple, watching them move the garbage in the basket to their dung pile and start processing it.

  Xia is pregnant and will give birth in two or three months. Why does Huansheng's family still let their daughter-in-law do such heavy work as lifting things?

But on second thought, which daughter-in-law of a farming family would have so many requirements?

Many people are about to give birth, but they still carry a basket of dirty clothes to wash in the pond at the entrance of the village, right?

Whenever I heard Fourth Aunt and Mother recalling the past, Fourth Aunt gritted her teeth and scolded Old Lady Tan for being cruel. When her daughter-in-law was pregnant and about to give birth, the old lady chased her out. When it was the busy farming season to harvest rice, her daughter-in-law bent over to cut rice and carried rice ears to thresh the rice. Some rice fields were flooded and full of mud. When she stepped on it, the mud submerged her calves, making it difficult to take a step. She also had to keep carrying rice ears back and forth to thresh the rice. It was so unkind...

Okay, I was distracted again. Yang Ruoqing cleared her mind and looked intently at Xiaofu and the young couple from the Xia family in front of her. Her eyes swept over the things they poured out of the box like an infrared scanner.

Most of the things I found were broken bricks, broken bamboo mats, and tattered shoes soaked in water...

These things are nothing special. Every household uses them to clean their yards.

However, as she watched, Yang Ruoqing felt more and more that something was wrong.

  Because the more I look at those things, the more they look like they belong to an old man named Huansheng's father?

Don't they have other things to clean up at home? Are they just cleaning up the old man's things?

While Xiaofu and Xia were walking back, Yang Ruoqing pretended to meet them halfway.

After the two sides greeted each other, Yang Ruoqing asked Xiaofu with concern: "Is your father okay these two days?"

Xiaofu said, "Thank you Aunt Qing'er for your concern. My father has been the same these past two days. He feels sad when he sees my grandfather's room and bed." "Then you should persuade your father to mourn and take care of himself."

"We will."

"Hurry up and pack it up. Once you're done, you can go back to your own home soon."

"Yes, let's get busy then."

Looking at Xiaofu and Xia's backs as they walked into the yard, Xiaofu was relatively better and was able to talk normally to Yang Ruoqing.

But the same cannot be said for the Xia family.

It seemed that Xia was very afraid of Yang Ruoqing. When Yang Ruoqing was talking to Xiaofu, Xia kept her head down from beginning to end. She didn't dare to look up at Yang Ruoqing, let alone take the initiative to say hello to Yang Ruoqing.

  Yang Ruoqing touched her face and thought to herself, "This is strange. Do I look so ferocious? Why don't you dare look at me?"

Could it be that... this Xia did something and feels guilty, so he doesn't dare to look at me?

Yang Ruoqing stood at the gate of Huansheng's house and did not leave. After hesitating for a moment, she went straight into the yard.

The yard of Huansheng's house was very messy. The broken water jars and pickled vegetable jars in the corners were not thrown away but piled there. They were filled with mud, and some cabbages, rapeseed and other things were planted on the mud. Some jars were full of weeds.

Farmers are like this. They can't stand having empty containers, so they plant all of them.

The chicken coop in the corner had been washed down by the water long ago. A bamboo pole was placed on the crooked tree trunk, and the other end of the pole was resting on the wall. Clothes, socks, sheets, quilts and other things were hung all over the pole for drying.

There was no one in the yard. Yang Ruoqing poked her head into the main room, which was also in a mess. The tea bowls and teapots piled on the table were all covered with a layer of mold, and the table was not much better, but there was no one cleaning it up.

There was a noise coming from the room on the south side.

Isn’t that Huansheng’s father’s house?

Yang Ruoqing then went to the room over there. When she reached the door, she heard even louder noises coming from inside. She peeked inside through the half-open door and saw that Xiaofu and Xia were indeed busy in this room.

Not only Xiaofu and Xia were there, but Huansheng was too.

But Huansheng did nothing. Instead, he sat on the kang where the old man had slept before, leaning on the old man's cane, with a gloomy face. From time to time, he raised his head and looked around the room. When he told Xiaofu and Xia to pack up, he couldn't help but scold them because their movements were a little heavy: "You are so clumsy. These things are old things that have been with your grandfather all his life. Can't you be a little gentler?"

"Dad is teaching me that it's my son who doesn't know how to do things. We should be more careful now!" Xiaofu admitted his mistake and helped Xia to tidy up the old man's room silently. It seemed that he was going to vacate the room and move out and throw away all the things that the old man had used during his lifetime. But even so, he was still very careful and showed his respect for his deceased grandfather everywhere.