Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 172

Yang Huazhong said: "What do you know? This thing is not an ordinary swallow's nest, it builds its nest on a cliff, and there is an abyss below!"

what?

The faces of Mrs. Sun and Xiao'an all changed!

Yang Huazhong continued with a gloomy face, "Many years ago, there was a hunter in the next door village. His wife gave birth to a child with a hemorrhage, and said he wanted to use bird's nest to continue his life."

"He went to pick it under the cliff at Zuo Niujiao Peak...and never came home again!"

"Oh!"

Sun's knees gave way and she fell to the ground.

"Mother, what's the matter with you, mother?"

Yang Ruoqing and Da'an quickly helped Mrs. Sun up.

Mrs. Sun grabbed Yang Ruoqing's shoulders and looked at her from head to toe again.

"Qing'er, the injuries on your hands and face..."

The woman's tears could not be stopped.

Yang Ruoqing hurriedly said: "Mother, don't be afraid, I made these from branches on the road, and I didn't go down the cliff, it was Tang Yazi who went down to get them!"

"Tangyazi?"

Sun and Yang Huazhong were shocked again!

……

"Sister, I want to sleep with you tonight, okay?"

When Yang Ruoqing came out to pour the footwashing water, she found Xiao An standing at the door of her room, raising her head and asking questions.

Yang Ruoqing was surprised, and asked with a smile: "Of course, but, you have to tell sister, why do you want to sleep with sister?"

Xiao An blinked her big eyes, "I want to hear my sister tell me about digging out the swallow's nest!"

"Oh? That's it, then come in!"

She touched Xiao An's head, and led him back to the house. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of Da An not far away.

He stood there quietly with his hands behind his back.

Seeing Yang Ruoqing leading Xiao An back to the house, Da An's eyes showed envy.

"Da'an, you can come too, the three of us will sleep together, and my sister will tell you what I have learned about entering the mountain today!"

Yang Ruoqing waved to Da'an.

Da'an's eyebrows and eyes lit up, and he hurried over here.

Only then did Yang Ruoqing see clearly that what he was hiding behind was actually a pillow!

this kid!

She secretly smiled, beckoned her two younger brothers back to the house, and closed the door tightly.

Yang Huazhong's house.

The man was wearing a coat, leaning against the head of the bed, unable to fall asleep for a long time.

Sitting by the bed, Mrs. Sun was busy threading the shoes in her hand by the big oil lamp.

Sun sighed as she took the shoes: "...Thinking about it makes me afraid, my hand holding the needle is still shaking. If I know that they are going to collect bird's nests under the cliff, I will stop them if I kill them!"

Yang Huazhong nodded, glanced at his legs, and let out a long sigh.

"If I can really stand up this time, Tang Yazi, I will be my lifelong benefactor, Yang Huazhong!" the man said in a deep voice.

Mrs. Sun nodded, and said, "That child is not related to us."

"He was able to do this, even though he cares about our daughter Qing'er, it can be seen that the child's nature is really not bad!"

Yang Huazhong agreed with Sun's opinion.

He went on to say: "If our Qing'er also cares about him, this marriage will be settled like this!"

"It's really hard to say what our daughter is thinking!" Mrs. Sun frowned and said softly.

"Why do you say that?" Yang Huazhong asked in surprise, "Don't she and Tang Yazi get along very well?"

Mrs. Sun shook her head: "Our daughter is quite different from other people's daughters."

"She has a carefree temper, like a boy. Maybe it's hard to say that Tang Yazi is her brother!" Sun said.

Yang Huazhong was silent for a while.

After half a sound, the man's voice sounded again.

"Marriage is an important matter, although it is the order of the parents and the words of the matchmaker, but we can't be the kind of confused parents who don't care about the daughter's feelings."

"I, Yang Huazhong, will not spend my daughter's life in it just to repay her kindness."

"I will recognize Tang Yazi as my adopted son, and from now on I will love him as my son, marry him and build a house for him!"

……

"Zi Chuan, mother has warmed up dinner for you, so why don't you eat a few mouthfuls?"

Widow Liu walked into Mu Zichuan's room with a meal that had been reheated no less than three times.

In front of the desk, Mu Zichuan was writing hard at his desk.

"Zi Chuan, you haven't eaten all day. If you don't eat a few mouthfuls, you don't have the strength to stay up late at night and write!"

Mu Zichuan put the food on the table and persuaded him again.

Mu Zichuan said without raising his head, "Mom, take it away, I really don't have an appetite."

"Hey!"

Widow Liu sighed, put the food on the table, turned and left the room.

The door of Mu Zichuan's room was open, facing the door of Widow Liu's room, with a main room in between.

Widow Liu brought the spinning cart to the door of the house, and while she was putting out the thread, she glanced at her son's house opposite from time to time.

The pay-off cart shook, making an old and dull sound of 'creaking', mixed with Widow Liu's sighs one after another, in this silent night, it sounded intermittently...

Known child Moruomu.

Widow Liu knew that her son had something on her mind, and that thing was Fat Girl.

If you don't eat supper, you are competing with yourself!

Son, this is to annoy her as a mother, she shouldn't have gone to Lao Yang's house to raise the matter of divorce.

Son, he is still a filial son, he is annoyed, but he dare not say it in front of his own mother.

So, I wrote with that hungry stomach, hey, headache!

Widow Liu spun the thread for a while, and guessed it was getting late, it was already past midnight.

She got up and went to Mu Zichuan's room again, where Mu Zichuan was still writing with his head buried.

When she came in, he didn't even look up.

"Zi Chuan, it's late at night and the ground is cold, why don't you get up early tomorrow and write?"

"Mom, I'm not sleepy, you go back to the house and rest!"

"Hey!"

Widow Liu sighed and shuffled out of the house.

Mu Zichuan raised his head, looked at his mother's thin figure under the light, and frowned slightly.

Mother, your son is unfilial, which makes you worry.

However, the son can't help himself at the moment, as long as the pen in his hand stops, he will feel very irritable.

Mother, please bear with me!

He lowered his head and once again let himself sink into the sea of ​​books...

Widow Liu opened the door and walked towards the toilet in the backyard by the moonlight.

She has a habit, every night before going to bed, she has to go to the toilet to bring the toilet back to the house, it is convenient to wake up at night.

By the way, I will solve it in the toilet.

Tonight, as usual, she pushed open the fence door of the latrine and came in. Under the moonlight, there was actually a person squatting on the squatting seat.

Widow Liu was startled, and when she almost cried out, the figure moved.

He rushed over to cover Widow Liu's mouth, and said in a low voice anxiously: "Sister-in-law of the Mu family, don't panic, I'm Yang Huaming, I'm here to borrow your toilet! Don't shout, I'll let you go!"

Widow Liu blinked, and Yang Huaming let go this time.

Widow Liu was still in shock. She looked at the man in front of her, and it turned out to be the fourth son of the old Yang's family in the east of the village.

"Fourth Yang, your old Yang's family has a toilet, why did you come all the way to my house?"

Widow Liu stared at Yang Huaming and asked angrily.

(End of this chapter)