Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 182 The Hardworking Little Bee (Part [-])

The girl is like a busy bee, coming in and out of the house, busy.

A broom and a rag become magical and omnipotent in her hands.

"Tang Yazi, if you look at this room again, don't you feel different?"

After finishing all this, she breathed a sigh of relief, raised her hand to wipe the sweat from her cheeks, and asked Luo Fengtang excitedly.

Luo Fengtang's eyes rolled around the room, and there was faint excitement in his eyes.

How is it different?It's just a big change!

It is clean, tidy, and makes people feel very comfortable at a glance.

His wardrobe seemed to have been replaced with a new one, and the earthenware bowl in which he drank tea was also opened.

The front and rear windows were opened, and the room became brighter, and the damp and musty smell faded a lot.

"It's so clean, I almost don't recognize it. It's just that I'm not used to the smell!"

He grinned and scratched his head.

Cleaning up the housework is really a girl's thing!

He has grown up so big, he has never lived in such a clean house!

Yang Ruoqing rolled her eyes at him: "You, it's really mud that won't stick to the wall!"

"Hey..." He smirked.

Yang Ruoqing pointed to the front and rear windows and told him: "I cover the sieve when I sleep at night. It's best to take it off during the day so that the room can be ventilated."

"Yeah!" He nodded.

"When the weather is fine and the sun is good, you must take the quilt out to dry in the sun. When the sun shines, the quilt will be fluffy and warm, and there will be no fleas!"

"Okay!" He listened carefully, remembering every word in his heart.

Outside the house, Luo Tiejiang, who had been upright all his life, was poking his head around at this moment.

The corn mush has been heated twice, and he also came over to look at it twice.

Girl Qing was tidying up Tang Yazi's house, she was very busy.

The two had questions and answers, talking and laughing.

He hid outside and heard Qing girl humming a few ditties from time to time.

That voice is so nice!

Blacksmith Luo was still squatting at the base of the wall outside to listen, when suddenly a girl's surprised voice came from over there.

"Uncle Luo, did you heat up that corn paste?" she asked.

As soon as she entered the yard, she asked him to heat the corn paste, so that Tang Yazi could change his taste.

She has cleaned up the house, and the corn mush hasn't been brought yet.

She just came out to see what was going on.

But he saw blacksmith Luo squatting under the window outside the west room, smoking a dry cigarette, with the trademark smirk of the old Luo family still on his face.

When Blacksmith Luo saw Yang Ruoqing coming out, he quickly stood up.

"It's hot, I'll take a few puffs of cigarettes and serve it to Tang Yazi."

"It's okay, you smoke your cigarette, I'll serve it."

Yang Ruoqing brought the corn flour paste in front of Luo Fengtang.

"Try it, my mother's cornmeal paste is delicious, sweet and delicious."

She smiled and winked at Luo Fengtang.

Luo Fengtang picked up the chopsticks to pick up the bowl, and just pulled it out.

"How is it? I didn't lie to you, did I? Is it delicious?" she asked.

"Well, my aunt's craftsmanship is really good!" He sincerely praised.

"That is, as her daughter, my craft will be even better in the future!" Yang Ruoqing said without blushing.

It was just a joke, but he nodded seriously.

"Well, I believe it!"

"Hee hee." Yang Ruoqing smiled, what a fool.

Here, Luo Fengtang, who was full of food and drink, thought of something, and said to Yang Ruoqing: "We count the days, it's time to make tofu tonight, and we will meet at the entrance of the village as agreed in the morning tomorrow, and we will send tofu to the town together!"

Yang Ruoqing shook her head: "I was just about to tell you, your injury is not healed yet, so you can't be troubled!"

"I'm really fine with my little injury, I picked water today..." he said.

"Thirty miles to Qingshui Town, sixty miles round trip, no better than going to the pond at the entrance of the village!" Yang Ruoqing said.

"I'm not going to the town, why are you delivering the tofu by yourself? I'm really fine, at worst, walk slowly, and take a rest when you're tired!" He insisted on going.

Yang Ruoqing was determined not to let go.

"I bandaged your wound, I am your attending doctor, you have to listen to me!"

After a pause, she continued: "I asked my fifth uncle to help me deliver tofu tomorrow morning, you stay at home, rest well, and when the injury is healed, there may be opportunities for you to deliver tofu!"

In the end, Luo Fengtang still couldn't hold back Yang Ruoqing, so he had to follow her.

……

Old Yang's front yard.

Mrs. Tan sat at the door of the east room to collect shoes, and guarded the old Yangtou and Yang Huazhou who were talking in the room.

In the room, Lao Yang was sitting behind the Eight Immortals table smoking a pipe.

Yang Huazhou stood at the other end of the table, looking awkward.

Old Yang raised his eyelids and glanced at Yang Huazhou, and said: "Let your sister-in-law and the others boil an extra pot of water tonight, take a good bath, wash your head, and change into clean clothes. You don't have to go to see him tomorrow, and you are all dressed up." The smell of sweat will make the girl run away!"

"Father, I don't really want to go!"

Yang Huazhou drooped his head and said in a muffled voice.

"Why don't you want to go?" Old Yang asked in surprise.

"I can't bear that face!" Yang Huazhou said.

Let him go to help others, just say hello, and he can go there without hesitation.

But when he thought of taking a shower, washing his hair, changing his clothes and shaving his beard, he just sent it to a girl for a look, and his palms broke out in cold sweat just thinking about it!

Old Yang knocked the tobacco stick in his hand on the table.

"Fifth, are you a little promising? You are already 25 and six, and you really plan to be a bachelor for the rest of your life?"

Old Yang asked sharply.

"It's for you to have a look with other girls, not for you to go up the mountain of swords and down into the sea of ​​fire. Why are you so useless?"

"Father, what are you looking at, it's definitely not going to work!" Yang Huazhou frowned.

"Haven't looked at it yet, how do you know it won't work?" Old Yang was very displeased.

"The fortune teller said it all. I am the fate of my wife. The girl has no grievances or enmities with me. I don't want to harm her!"

"fart!"

Old Yang threw the tobacco stick in his hand on the table, his eyebrows and beard were shaking with anger.

Yang Huazhou was taken aback and didn't dare to speak.

Mrs. Tan, who was watching the wind outside the house, heard the movement inside, and poked her head in.

"Look at what you two are doing? Talk if you have something to say!"

After exhorting, Tan retracted her head.

Outside the house, Liu's eyes flickered, and he moved his feet to this side, wanting to hear what father-in-law and uncle are planning.

"Father of the old family, what are you doing so cunningly? Have you cleaned the pigsty? Has the old cow been fed? Dinner is not prepared yet. Are you planning to let the whole family drink the northwest wind?"

When Tan yelled angrily, Liu stopped immediately.

With a smile on his face, he said, "I just washed the rice and cut the sweet potatoes, and I'm about to cook sweet potato porridge!"

Mrs. Tan stared at Mrs. Liu with stern eyes. Mrs. Liu knew that eavesdropping was useless, so she went back to the kitchen in embarrassment.

In the room, Lao Yang sighed heavily and continued to do Yang Huazhou's ideological work.

"Fortune tellers may not be accurate. Old Wu, you are not young, and you will never be a bachelor for the rest of your life!"

"Having many descendants is a blessing. When you are alone, you will be old and alone in the future, sick and lying on the bed, and no one will serve tea and water."

"When I returned to the west after a hundred years, there was no one who threw the clay pot. During the holidays, the graves are deserted."

(End of this chapter)