Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 2017 Resist (Part [-])
Liu pursed his lips.

"I've been alive for decades, I don't want to run out of tricks, it's too tiring," she said.

"I'm pretending to be a fool, and doing some things that don't care about my head and my ass. I want to eat and drink. It's enough for me to live my happy life. Why should I care about other people's stares and abuse?" she said.

Yang Huaming was so confused by these remarks that he was a little speechless.

But Mrs. Liu's chatterbox opened up, and she continued chatteringly: "Your mother doesn't just like to scold me, her hobby is scolding people, I don't care, anyway, scolding to death will not leave me with a piece of meat."

Yang Huaming didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Let me tell you what's good about you? Are you... wise and stupid?"

"Fish? What kind of fish?" Liu's eyes suddenly lit up.

"You bought fish again? It's so good, I love fish!" she said excitedly.

Yang Huaming's head was full of black lines.

"How is He'er doing today? Have you had breakfast? Are you still angry?" He asked this instead.

Mentioning this incident, the light in Liu's eyes dimmed a bit.

"The dead girl is picky, doesn't eat this, doesn't eat that, just urges me to boil eggs for Feifei, I'm so mad!" she said.

"Fourth brother, if you don't want me to die so early, don't mention that dead girl to me, please!"

Mrs. Liu waved her hand with a look of resistance.

Yang Huaming was also full of helplessness.

"No matter how good she is, even if there are thousands of things wrong with her, she is our own daughter after all, she is our own flesh and blood." He persuaded Liu shi patiently.

"Since you said that you are not stupid, then you should also know that in this world, if we don't care about her life, who cares?"

Hearing Yang Huaming's words, Liu's attitude softened.

She sighed, "It's been five or six days since this girl was taken back to her mother's house to raise her confinement child."

"Yu Jinbao, that bastard, it's okay to keep hiding and not come to pick him up. He even refuses to hook half a catty of flesh with his little finger. It's really too much for his wife."

Mentioning this, Yang Huaming's expression became a little gloomy.

"It's really too much. It doesn't take our daughter seriously at all, and it doesn't take our father-in-law and mother-in-law seriously at all." He said.

Liu said: "Yesterday, Yu Dafu and his wife came over and brought a lot of eggs to see our daughter."

"I heard from them that Yu Jinbao and Yu Jingui brothers and sisters haven't returned to Yujia Village for a few days since they ran away that day. They didn't dare to show their heads at all, and they don't know where to hide." She said.

Yang Huaming said: "When they ran away, they probably didn't have much money with them. When they ran out of money, they would naturally come back."

Liu said: "Are we just going to swallow our breath?"

"The responsibility for our daughter's tire failure lies with Yu Jingui."

"The duty of care lies with Yu Jinbao."

"If this matter is left to other people, they will be terrified and worried that the Yue family will come and make trouble."

"And what about Yu Jinbao's house? Pooh!" Mrs. Liu was so angry that her face turned red, and she was in no mood to eat melon seeds.

Yang Huaming's face was also gloomy step by step.

"This matter won't just be exposed." He said.

"In the future, I will go and have a meal and drink with a few local snakes in the town, and ask them to help me find Yu Jinbao."

"As long as I find it, hmph, if I don't lose a layer of his skin, I won't be Yang Huaming!"

Liu's eyes lit up when he heard this.

"Fight to death, ugly people do more monsters, and he is the only one who bullies us He'er!"

"And that Yu Jingui, who scratched her face and sold it in a brothel!" she said.

Yang Huaming frowned: "You are talking too much, we are not bullies!"

"Okay, let's not talk about this topic, let's go and see He'er together!"

……

The Mid-Autumn Festival is coming soon.

Tomb-sweeping Day, Dragon Boat Festival, Mid-Autumn Festival, Chinese New Year.

These four festivals are the most important festivals of the year for the farmers.

There is no May Day labor, no National Day, and no Christmas from the West.

Farmers recognized these traditional festivals.

Well, it looks like the Mid-Autumn Festival will be one day away, and Yang Ruoqing and Mrs. Sun are busy making mooncakes in full swing!

"This year's wheat harvest is good. When grinding the wheat, I purposely reserved some wheat that was ground very finely. I plan to save it for the Mid-Autumn Festival to make mooncakes for you!"

In the kitchen in the backyard of Yang Huazhong's house, Mrs. Sun talked excitedly to Yang Ruoqing and Yang Ruolan while kneading the mooncake skin.

Yang Ruoqing and Yang Ruolan looked at each other and smiled.

Sun went on to say: "Nowadays, life is much better than before. Grinding wheat can grind wheat to death, and it is fine and fine."

"Let's put it in the past, I can't wait to scrape the skin of this wheat, just fill my stomach like that, hehehe..."

Mrs. Sun was kneading the dough, recalling bitterness and sweetness.

Yang Ruoqing and Yang Ruolan were preparing mooncake fillings there. Hearing Sun's words, Yang Ruoqing laughed again.

"In the past, life was so tight that one grain of wheat wished to break it into two and eat it."

"Now, let's live a good life. On the premise of not being extravagant and wasting, it's okay for us to occasionally pursue a high quality of life! Isn't it Miss Lan'er?" She asked.

Yang Ruolan nodded quickly.

"At that time, when I was living in the town with my parents, I bought two kinds of mooncakes during the Mid-Autumn Festival one year."

"A kind of high-grade moon cake, it tastes soft and not very good."

"Another kind of moon cake, it tastes tough, but the taste is completely different."

"I heard from my father that the kind of mooncake with the best taste is made from the most finely ground wheat flour, and some sticky flour is also used."

"It's a thing, but it can't be fake!" she said.

After listening carefully to Yang Ruolan's explanation, Yang Ruoqing nodded in agreement.

"That's right, the degree of grinding the wheat directly determines the taste of the food." She said.

Speaking of which, she turned her head and asked Mrs. Sun: "Mother, have Granny and Fifth Aunt made mooncakes yet?"

Sun said: "When I was grinding wheat flour, your aunt came to help me push the mill. I gave her a few catties of flour and asked her to do it by herself."

"As for your fifth aunt, I didn't give her any fans. She has two children behind her, and she will take care of your grandma this month, so she definitely won't be able to make mooncakes."

"I told her, we will make more later and send some to them," Sun said.

Yang Ruoqing said: "I will definitely give it away, but during the Mid-Autumn Festival, restaurants in several places are closed, and Uncle Wu will probably bring mooncakes when he comes back from Qing'an County."

Sun said: "He wears one size, and we give it another size. Besides, the mooncakes bought outside are never as safe as those made at home."

Yang Ruoqing smiled: "Well, what mother said makes sense, then let's do it quickly. Fifth uncle, fourth uncle, and second brother are all coming back today."

(End of this chapter)