Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 1858 The most filial (one more)
In the next few days, the Sun family and the Da Sun family were actively preparing for the old Sun's [-]th birthday in private.

No, in the afternoon, Mrs. Sun came back from the school after cooking lunch, and sat in the house making clothes and shoes for Lao Suntou.

Yang Ruoqing handed Luo Baobao to Xiaohua Xiaoduo, and asked the two of them to take the baby to Yang Huamei's place to play with Dabai and Xiaohei.

And I went straight to my natal family's side to help Sun make clothes, shoes and socks for Lao Suntou.

"Qing'er, do you think this material would make pants for your grandfather?"

Mrs. Sun picked up a piece of fabric and asked Yang Ruoqing for advice.

Yang Ruoqing sized it up and said, "The material is good, it's resistant to dirt, and it's also relatively strong. Ga Gong goes in and out of the pigsty every day, so it's good to wear these pants."

He touched it carefully again, and said: "And the material is moderately thick. It's spring and the weather is getting warmer. I think it can be worn for two or three months. I'll change into summer trousers in summer."

Mrs. Sun smiled, and said: "That's what I planned too, so I'll make two and let him wash and change one by one."

"Okay." Yang Ruoqing said, looking away, then took the shoes in her hand.

These shoes were also made for Lao Suntou.

While picking up the shoes, I couldn't help but think of how many years ago, I just came here after transmigrating.

The old grandson came over to deliver some food to his daughter and son-in-law who had just separated, and at that time drove a cow over.

At that time, Yang Huazhong's leg injury was not healed, and he was still paralyzed in bed. It was his father-in-law and grandson who went to plow the fields.

Because she had an affair with Chen Hu and Chen Xiong, the two sons of Chen Tuhu's family, they threw broken bowls into her field.

As a result, the old grandson's foot was cut very deep, and a lot of blood was shed...

"Qing'er, if you're tired, put it aside and go for a rest, and wait until I finish finishing the trousers before picking up the shoes."

Sun's voice reached her ears, bringing back Yang Ruoqing's wandering thoughts.

She looked up at the woman beside her, smiled and shook her head: "I'm not tired at all to give Gagong the shoes."

Sun showed a gratified smile, "My Qing'er is the most filial."

Yang Ruoqing pursed her lips: "This is also like parents."

Parents are the best teachers for their children. They teach by precept and deed, and exert a subtle influence on them. This kind of influence can sometimes last a lifetime.

Hearing Yang Ruoqing's words, Sun's smile became even more satisfied.

The mother and daughter were busy with their work, and Mrs. Dasun brought Xiaojie over.

"I poked my head over to the kitchen, and I didn't see you, so I knew you must be hiding in the house making clothes for our father."

Mrs. Sun talked and laughed, sat down, picked up a piece of fabric and looked at it there.

Mrs. Sun: "The school has started, and I have to go to the school to cook. There is no fire at home at noon, so naturally I won't stay in the kitchen."

Da Sun nodded, looked at the pants in Sun's hand and the shoes in Yang Ruoqing's hand, and smiled broadly.

"Our father doesn't know that we are planning his birthday." Da Sun said in a low voice, mysteriously.

Xiaojie interjected: "I heard from my grandma that my grandfather doesn't even know that the eighth day is his birthday."

Da Sun said: "Your grandfather didn't remember his own birthday every year, he only remembered you children, he couldn't remember his own, and he didn't remember it."

Xiaojie asked: "Why is this? I remember ours, but I can't remember my own..."

Da Sun raised her hand and poked Xiaojie's forehead: "You girl, you are so stupid, your master just put us at ease, so I don't care."

Xiaojie let out an 'oh', as if she understood.

Here, Mrs. Sun paused what she was doing and sighed softly.

That way, he seemed to be touched by Da Sun's words.

"Sister, I feel a little uncomfortable hearing you say that." Sun said.

Da Sun asked with a smile: "Why is it not your taste? I didn't say anything bad about your sister, hahaha..."

Sun squeezed out a wry smile, and said, "I remember when I was in Sunjiagou, I was only Xiaojie's size."

"At that time, life was really hard. Throughout the year, the number of times I ate meat could be counted on the palm of my hand."

When Da Sun heard this, he laughed again, and said: "Isn't it just that, Chinese New Year, your birthday, and my birthday, our family eats meat three times a year."

"If you can eat meat at other times, it must be the most valuable relative." She said.

Mrs. Sun nodded and sat a few minutes closer to Mrs. Sun.

"Sister, do you still remember? One year was my birthday, and our father went to the mountain to go to the market and brought back half a catty of pork belly."

"I remember that I was really Xiaojie's size at that time, and you were a little smaller than Qing'er."

"I still remember that day when my parents went to the field to grab cotton, fearing that it would rain and the cotton would rot in the field, they told us to cook dinner at home. Sister, do you remember?" Sun asked.

Da Sun thought for a while, and said, "Why don't you remember? I will never forget what happened that day in my whole life."

"Mother, Auntie, what happened to you that day? Tell me quickly!"

Yang Ruoqing's curiosity was also aroused, and she hurriedly asked.

Da Sun smiled and said: "That day, I was in charge of the spoon, your mother stuffed the firewood, and half a catty of pork was going to be braised in soy sauce."

"When I was cooking, I suddenly had a stomachache, so I went to the toilet and asked your mother to watch the fire."

"When I finished pulling and went back to the stove, there was a sharp rattling noise in the pot. When I lifted the lid of the pot, half a catty of pork had been turned into an abacus. Throwing it on the ground would make a hole."

"what?"

After hearing Da Sun's words, Yang Ruoqing was surprised.

"Mother, didn't you keep an eye on the heat?" She then asked Sun again.

Sun smiled wryly, and said: "I was young at that time, and I was overjoyed to see that there was meat to eat."

"Your aunt went to the toilet and asked me to watch the fire, so I put my head down and stuffed firewood into the stove. Hey, I didn't expect it to burn."

Xiaojie rushed to ask: "Then what happened afterwards? What did you eat?"

Da Sun said: "I can't eat anything, it's all burned into a pot of charcoal."

"Yeah..." Xiaojie stuck out her tongue, and then asked, "Did my grandma punish you when she came back?"

Mentioning this, Da Sun couldn't laugh anymore.

"Your grandma cried because she felt sorry for that flesh. Your father... didn't say anything, didn't even swear, turned around and left the house, and came back in the middle of the night." Da Sun said.

"What did my grandfather do?" Xiaojie asked curiously.

Da Sun said: "Let your aunt tell, she knows better than me."

Xiaojie then looked at Mrs. Sun.

Sun's face was full of memories, and she sighed softly: "I saw your grandfather left the house, and I felt guilty. At night, I ate some wild vegetable porridge with your mother and grandma, and then went to bed and lay down."

"When I slept in the middle of the night, I heard someone calling me. I opened my eyes and saw that your grandma was sitting by my bed, holding a bowl in her hand."

"In that bowl is a bowl of Yangchun noodles, with a layer of braised pork on top."

(End of this chapter)