Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 283 Are you worthy of me? (one more)

"You unfilial son, eat what's inside and outside..."

Widow Liu was still scolding her with tears and snot.

"Mother, in order for you to study and save money, my eyes are almost blinded by spinning and weaving..."

"Look at what you did? Carry me and steal the charcoal from the house to give it away!"

"Are you worthy of me? Where is your conscience?"

"Come on, who did you give it to? Is it that fat girl?" Widow Liu asked.

Mu Zichuan shook slightly and finally came back to his senses.

"Yes."

He frowned and said solemnly.

Widow Liu was stunned for a moment, then sat down on the ground and slapped Tuba to the point of crying.

"I'm dripping, I'm dripping, that dead girl has poured you some ecstasy soup..."

"Look at the good things you've done, your hot face sticking to your cold butt~"

"People don't care about your charcoal. Your kindness has been fed to the dogs~"

……

Mu Zichuan didn't know when the farce in and outside the courtyard ended.

He was in a trance, like a body with a hollowed-out soul.

He took him back to the Westinghouse with both feet and sat blankly behind the desk.

The boy's eyes stared blankly at the roof beam, his thin fingers clenched his fists...

what happened?

Why was the charcoal sent back?

Did Qinger send the charcoal away?Or is there something else strange?

mu Zichuan pondered this matter over and over again.

He suddenly got up and ran towards the door of the house.

He can't think about it alone, he must go to Qing'er and ask clearly!

As soon as I rushed out of the Westinghouse, I found that my mother was blocking the door of the main room with her hair disheveled.

"Where are you going? Are you looking for Fatty?"

asked Widow Liu.

Mu Zichuan nodded: "I have to ask about this. I don't believe that Qing'er is the kind of person who goes back on her word!"

"I bother!"

Widow Liu spat fiercely on the ground.

The woman sneered with scarlet eyes: "Don't ask, do you think this humiliation is not enough?"

"Mother, you let me ask, if you don't ask for a reason, I won't give up..."

"No matter the reason, the charcoal was sent back." Widow Liu said.

"If Fat Fatty cares about what you give, she has to take care of it with her heart and guts."

"After sending it back, it means she doesn't care."

"If people are tough or not, since they don't care anymore, why do you have to ask?"

"You see this fact clearly, and in the future, don't be stupid again!"

mu Zichuan froze in place.

The mother's last words swirled in her mind.

Yes, he has always had fantasies and has been deceiving himself.

Regardless of the reason, it was the charcoal he sent that was sent out.

Not the fruit charcoal sent by Luo Fengtang.

That's enough to say it all.

That's it, that's it.

"Mother, it's my son's fault. If my son doesn't make trouble, I'll go back to the house to read the book."

Mu Zichuan's whole body is like a deflated ball, and his energy and energy slump instantly.

After saying this, he turned around and walked back to the Westinghouse with heavy steps.

Behind her, Widow Liu looked at her son's lonely back, and the woman's heart was twisted like a knife.

However, he was still ruthless and turned around to plug the door of the main room.

I sat back on the loom by myself, weaving cloth, while watching the movement of the Westinghouse opposite...

……

"Ahh~"

Yang Ruoqing, who was learning needlework with the Sun family, couldn't help but sneezed loudly.

"Aiya, which bastard is cursing me behind my back?"

She wiped her nose and muttered.

Sun shi on the side smiled.

"Where is it being talked about, I'm afraid I'll catch a cold. Quickly, put your feet in the warm bucket."

Sun's commanded.

Yang Ruoqing nodded, took off her shoes, and put her feet into the big warm bucket.

"It's still spacious, mother, you also put your feet in." Yang Ruoqing said.

Sun shi responded with a smile, and tucked his feet in.

She picked up a coat of Yang Huazhong and covered her three children and her own legs.

On such a winter afternoon, the north wind howled outside.

The family snuggled up in the warm tub, doing needlework and talking idle talk.

It seems that time is passing very slowly...

It was getting dark early, and it was a bit laborious to wait until threading the needle.

Only then did Yang Ruoqing realize that the twilight outside the window was gradually covering.

"Mother, it's time for us to serve dinner, and we have to make tofu tonight."

Yang Ruoqing suggested.

Mr. Sun put down the work in his hand and got down from the warm bucket.

"I'll make dinner at night, and you can accompany your brothers to cook the fire."

……

At night, the family was busy making tofu, and the small kitchen was in full swing.

The front yard, in Liu's house.

After receiving 25 Wen, Liu and Yang Huaming were overjoyed.

Yang Huaming made two taels of wine at the grocery store in the village, and bought a bag of peanuts and melon seeds.

After closing the door, Yang Huaming drank small wine, ate peanuts, and hummed a little tune, feeling very comfortable.

In the small cradle next to her, the third girl who had just turned a full moon was humming and chirping.

Yang Huaming is also too lazy to bird.

Liu sent the two daughters to the opposite room to sleep, and then returned to the room with the foot-washing water to wait on Yang Huaming to wash his feet.

As soon as I entered the door, I heard the three girls in the cradle crying.

"Three girls are crying, why don't you shake a few times?"

Mr. Liu put down the wooden basin in his hand and hurried to the cradle.

Shaking, coaxing.

Here, Yang Huaming snorted.

"Dead girl movie, lose money, I don't blame her for hindering my interest in drinking!"

Hearing this, Liu turned his head and stared at Yang Huaming.

"Isn't this what a father should say? Sanya, she is also your daughter!"

Yang Huaming looked disapproving.

"Girls have a nest, and they are also raised by others, so boring!" he said.

Liu Shi stopped talking.

After finally coaxing the third girl to sleep, she came over and washed Yang Huaming's feet.

Squatting in front of him, buried his head and washed.

While sighing.

"Three girls landed in less than a month. This child is thin and small, and she is less than six pounds even after she is a month old."

"I'm really worried about not being able to survive~"

Yang Huaming was drinking a little wine there, ignoring Liu's words.

It is best to not feed and save food.

Liu continued, "It's all my fault, eldest brother, he was so cruel, he pushed me to the ground without helping me, and I almost died!"

When it came to this, Yang Huaming spoke up.

"Don't worry, I will keep this account in my heart. I will report it back sooner or later!"

Hearing the man's words, Liu Shi was relieved.

"Just remember!"

After washing my feet here, I poured out the foot-washing water.

Yang Huaming's small wine over there is almost the same.

After two liang of shochu, Yang Huaming became hot all over.

Men in their 20s and [-]s are in the prime of life.

In addition, there is less farm work in this winter. I eat and sleep every day, and when I wake up, I will hang on a horse.

There is nowhere for all the energy to vent.

I saw Liu took off his coat, wearing a close-fitting autumn clothes and laying the quilt on his butt.

Yang Huaming narrowed his eyes.

Under the dim light in the room, the woman with the full moon had a lot of plumpness.

The waist is thick, and the butt is big and round.

Especially the pair of things on her chest, filled with milk.

It's no longer the Yima Pingchuan it used to be, and now it's bulging as if it's inflated.

Shaking as the woman spreads the quilt.

It stimulated Yang Huaming's sight.

Something below him also held up.

The man rushed over, hugged the woman from behind, and pressed it on the bed...

Liu turned over and hooked Yang Huaming's neck with both hands.

The woman panted and said, "Do you think you are so ambitious? At that time, I begged you to rely on you to touch it, but I didn't touch it."

"What? Can't hold back for a while now?"

(End of this chapter)