Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 11601

The news that Yang Huamei took the children back to her parents' home had spread throughout the village within half an hour after Yang Huamei returned to the village.

So at this moment, when Yang Huamei appeared in the alley and the village, everyone saw her. Even the villagers who rarely greeted her when she lived in the village before, out of curiosity, would now take the initiative to smile at Yang Huamei and say hello.

"Is Mei'er back?"

"Mei'er hasn't been back for a while?"

"How many more days will you stay this time?"

"Sister, I heard that the three dolls are very fun. Take them out for a spin when you have time..."

"..."

Facing the greetings from the villagers, no matter whether they were out of goodwill or other reasons, Yang Huamei responded with a polite smile. She was no longer like she was when she was at Old Wang's house, with thorns all over her body, like a hedgehog. If someone said something that was not right to her, she would immediately raise her thorns to prick the other person...

Especially when these villagers saw Yang Huamei going to the south of the village, their eyes flickered and they deliberately asked Yang Huamei where she was going, but Yang Huamei was not angry at all.

He just smiled faintly and said: Just take a walk.

This was beyond Yang Ruoqing's expectations.

If it were in the past, Yang Huamei would probably have jumped three feet high, clapped her hands and cursed.

The aunt and niece continued to walk forward. When they reached a place where there was no one, Yang Huamei let out a breath and raised her sleeve to wipe the sweat from her forehead.

"Oh, it's so tiring to chat with people. I really admire your fourth aunt. How come she is so amazing and never gets tired even after talking so much!"

"This is my fourth aunt's talent. She is the loud speaker in Changping Village. She knows exactly which chickens can't lay eggs."

The two smiled at each other, and Yang Ruoqing said to Yang Huamei: "Aunt, if we meet Xiao Hei's grandfather later..."

Yang Huamei said: "Qing'er, I know what you are worried about."

"Don't worry. Even if he swings his cane to hit me, I will accept it. After all, he is the grandfather of Dabai and Xiaohei, the biological father of Shuanzi, and the father-in-law I have called for twenty years..."

Yang Huamei did not continue to speak, but lowered her head. Perhaps she was walking on this familiar road, or perhaps she was talking about the names of the familiar family members who had once made up her entire life in the first half of her life... The familiar scenes gradually became clear from the dusty corners. As she walked closer to the old Wang's house, the scenes of her past life passed by Yang Huamei's eyes...

The relaxed smile on her face had long since disappeared. At this moment, she seemed to have returned to the past, back to the lonely life when she lost her husband Wang Shuanzi and raised her two sons alone...

Before they knew it, they arrived outside Old Wang's new house.

It was the end of April in the lunar calendar and May was approaching. The peach tree in the yard that she had planted with her own hands had already lost all its peach flowers and only large and small peaches were left on the branches.

The peaches are not yet ripe, and the green skin is covered with fuzz.

If you pick one and take a bite, it will be so sour that your sphincter will lose control and you will lose control of your bowels and bladder. Even the greediest children in the village would not steal these half-ripe peaches to eat at this time.

However, Yang Huamei stopped outside the yard, walked close to the wall, stood on tiptoe, climbed up, and tried to pick a peach.

But she couldn't reach them, because in order to prevent people outside the wall from stealing the peaches, she deliberately asked the craftsmen to reinforce and raise the wall. Now, even she couldn't pick the peaches.

"Qing'er, can you help me?" She had no choice but to turn around and ask for help from Yang Ruoqing who was standing not far away and watching everything.

Yang Ruoqing couldn't understand Yang Huamei's behavior.

Is aunt hungry?

That shouldn’t be the case. I had eaten some pastries before!

Maybe, it’s for sentimental reasons! “Okay.”

Yang Ruoqing agreed readily, pulled out the black gold whip from her waist, swung it out, hooked the branch that stretched out of the courtyard wall, and pulled it down.

The abundant fruits pressed down the top of the wall, and Yang Huamei could reach them just by raising her hand.

"I want this one." Yang Huamei said excitedly, "Qing'er, do you want to eat it? I'll pick one for you, too?"

"I don't want to eat it, you can eat it yourself." Yang Ruoqing refused decisively. She didn't want to wet her pants because of the jealousy.

"Then I can eat it myself." Yang Huamei didn't force Yang Ruoqing. She picked a medium-sized green peach and rubbed it gently on the hem of her clothes a few times, rubbing the fuzz on the surface. She was too lazy to wash it and just took a big bite from the tip of the peach.

Yang Ruoqing could imagine how sour it was just by hearing the crisp sound, just like eating a lemon.

But Yang Huamei smacked her lips and said, "So sweet!"

Yang Ruoqing raised her eyebrows and asked, "Aunt, are you serious?"

But then, Yang Huamei took a breath and seemed to have mustered a lot of courage to swallow the peach flesh.

Yang Ruoqing smiled, and it was indeed "sweet", so sweet that her aunt's face was covered with a mask of pain.

"I picked this peach tree myself when I built the new house. Three years have passed, and the peaches it produces are really good!"

Yang Huamei stood outside the wall, holding a bitten peach in her hand, looking up at the peach tree and recalling the past.

"When the peach blossoms bloomed in spring, I took Zhuangzhuang to sit under the peach tree, and that's when Zhuangzhuang learned to walk..."

"In a blink of an eye, my son Zhuangzhuang will soon be three years old. Time flies!"

Yang Ruoqing listened to Yang Huamei's story while thinking in her heart that Zhuangzhuang was indeed born around the rainy season in the first half of the year. At that time, heavy rain caused flooding in Changping Village and many places in the village were flooded.

Yang Huamei and Hongmei lived in a relatively dry place near the land temple at the south end of the village, where all the villagers set up their tents.

Later, Hongmei had a miscarriage, and Yang Huamei ran to beg Bao Suyun to help move Hongmei to the fifth room, and Zhuangzhuang was born in the fifth room.

So Zhuangzhuang will indeed be three years old very soon.

Tuantuan and Yuanyuan were born in October of the second half of that year, about half a year younger than Zhuangzhuang.

In the second half of the year, the two little ones will be three years old. In modern times, a three-year-old can be sent to kindergarten. Time really flies!

"Aunt, it's almost time. Let's go somewhere else and go back quickly. My cousins ​​should be waking up soon."

Yang Ruoqing came to her senses and reminded Yang Huamei.

Yang Huamei nodded, "Okay, I'll go to the old house and take a look and then come back..."

Just as he finished speaking, Wang Hongquan's voice suddenly came from the other side of the courtyard wall: "Which bastard is stealing my peaches again? Are you a starving ghost reincarnated? How many lifetimes have you not eaten peaches?"

Wang Hongquan was cursing loudly and fiercely, but his feet were not idle either. After he finished cursing, he walked around the courtyard wall and appeared in front of Yang Ruoqing and Yang Huamei.

The moment Yang Huamei heard Wang Hongquan's voice, she froze in place. Yang Ruoqing subconsciously wanted to pull her away, but they obviously underestimated Wang Hongquan's leg ability.

At this moment, their eyes met. When Wang Hongquan saw that the thief who stole the peaches was actually his former daughter-in-law Yang Huamei, they were both dumbfounded at the same time...