Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 289 Fist can kill a tiger (three more)

Going to bed at night, Mrs. Tan talked to Lao Yangtou about Yang Huamei in the daytime.

"Mei'er seems to be really touching that kid from the old Luo family." Mrs Tan said with a worried look on her face.

"Father Meier, the fifth marriage is settled, we have to work hard to find a good husband for Meier!"

Hearing Tan's words, Old Yang Tou smoked a dry cigarette in silence.

"This is something you should worry about as a mother. What do you say, then what do you do!" he said.

Mr. Tan nodded, with a thoughtful look on his face.

Seeing this, Old Yangtou asked again, "Looking at you like this, is it possible that you have someone you like?"

Knowing that nothing could escape the man's eyes, Mrs Tan nodded again.

"What do you think of Wang Shuanzi, the son of Wang Hong's family in the village?" Tan asked.

Old Yang narrowed his eyes, turning over the affairs of Wang Hong's family in his mind.

"Wang Hongquan is the brother of Lizheng Wang Hongtao's family, and he is also a wealthy household in our village." Mr. Tan analyzed in detail.

"Wang Hongquan has a couple, two daughters and one son."

"The two daughters are married in the neighboring village, and the family has more than ten acres of fields and a set of yard, all of which belong to that embolism."

"Wang Hongquan and his wife only got this embolism when they were in their thirties. It's a baby bump."

"If Meier gets married, she will be the daughter-in-law king." Mrs. Tan said with a slap in the face.

Old Yangtou also nodded: "Wang Hongquan and his wife are well-known honest people in the village, and they wouldn't dare to bully us Meier."

"The family can live well, but the embolism is a little thinner, and he is a little weak..." Lao Yang said.

Mrs Tan curled her lips: "What is this? The poles are bent constantly. It's good to be weak, but you can't bully us Meier!"

"If that fist can kill a tiger's son-in-law, I really don't worry about marrying my daughter!" Tan said.

Old Yang thought about it too.

Shuanzi's weakness is nothing, there are many old Yang family men here.

To catch up with the busy farming season, all of them went over to help, and the life was better.

Wang Hongquan is Lizheng's own brother, and no one dares to bully him in the village.

"Sure, then go back and ask. Let's see what attitude there is, let's discuss it later!"

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Snow particles fell at night.

One by one, they hit the window, making a crackling sound.

Yang Ruoqing was lying in the bed, still feeling cold, and her feet felt icy cold.

The whole family has made cotton-padded clothes and trousers, but the quilt on the bed has not been changed in time.

They are all from previous years, thin and broken.

When she slept, she put all the cotton-padded clothes and pants on the quilt.

Still no big deal.

She felt like a cold bird, holding her body and shaking into a ball.

At this time, if there is air conditioning in the house, how good the heating would be...

Even without those, having a bed electric blanket would be nice!

No matter how bad it is, it is also good to have a hot water bottle to warm your feet!

The night passed in such a trance.

The next morning, I woke up and opened the door.

Damn it, it's snowing heavily outside, and the ground is white.

The roof of the pig den opposite was covered with a thick layer of snow, and the three little pigs huddled inside and hummed.

Yang Ruoqing rubbed her hands together, no wonder it was so cold last night.

It turned out to be snow brewing!

"Sister, shall we make a snowman in the morning?"

Da An dragged Xiao An and rushed over happily. The two boys were wearing cotton-padded clothes and trousers, and their faces that were exposed were frozen red.

But the emotions were still very high.

Yang Ruoqing held Xiao An's cold fingers, rubbed it a few times, and breathed a few hot breaths.

He smiled and said to them, "It's good to build a snowman, but I have to wait for me to clear the snow from the pigsty first, and then add some straw to keep the piglets warm!"

"Great!"

The two boys responded cheerfully, turned around and went to play in the snow in the yard.

Here, Yang Ruoqing flashed into the kitchen.

With an apron around him, Mrs Sun squatted at the door of the stove, filling the two pots beside her feet with stove bottom ash.

The porridge was boiling in the small pot, and heat was bubbling from the edge of the lid.

Accompanied by a bubbling sound.

"Mother, let me help you."

Yang Ruoqing came over and stretched out her hands.

Mrs Sun said, "It's a little hot, but it's still from my mother."

In the two pots, there are wood chips and pine balls for fuel.

On top is burning fruit charcoal.

On top of the charcoal, cover with a layer of bottom ash.

One to cover the smoke and dust, and to keep warm, so that the fire in the pot can continue to burn.

Yang Ruoqing couldn't defeat the Sun family and stayed in the kitchen.

The family had breakfast, and it was still snowing in the morning.

Yang Ruoqing and Sun worked together to clean up the pigsty.

The cattail poles that had been dried last time were pulled closer to the pig's nest.

Lay them on the edge to shield them from the wind.

"Ni'er, it's fortunate that you posted these cattails last time, it just came in handy now!"

Sun shi praised while riding.

Yang Ruoqing hooked her lips and smiled.

Mrs Sun asked again, "Where did this cattail stick go?"

Yang Ruoqing said, "I broke it off a while ago and put it in a twine bag."

"Why are you breaking those cattail sticks?" Mrs Sun asked.

Cattails are all over the pond behind the village.

There is no use for anything that pigs and cattle do not eat.

But her own daughter is like a baby, hey!

Yang Ruoqing couldn't see what Sun's thoughts were, she smiled and said, "**************, the use of cattail sticks is not small, you will know when you look back."

Sun shi no longer asked.

She knows what her daughter is trying to tinker with, so let's sell it first!

After finishing the pigsty, he accompanied his two younger brothers to build a snowman in the snow.

To the nose of the snowman, a broken broom was inserted obliquely.

It amused both brothers to death of excitement.

Especially Xiao An, jumping and screaming around the snowman.

"Okay, the fun is almost over, go back to the house and heat the fire in the warm bucket, or you should catch a cold."

When Mrs Sun came out of the house, the woman scolded the children.

There was a doting smile on his face.

Yang Ruoqing also hurriedly urged them: "This is the end of the game. I'm afraid the snow won't stop for three or two days."

"Let's go ahead and make a fire in the house, and we'll build a snowman tomorrow."

house.

Yang Huazhong snuggled up on the bed as usual, holding a bowl of hot tea in his hand.

Da'an and Xiao'an went into the warm tub, and Mrs. Sun also inserted her foot in it, and continued to do her needlework.

Yang Ruoqing found an excuse to go back to her room.

She sat on her little warm bucket and took out a pair of needle and thread dustbins that Sun had bought for her.

Inside the dustbin, needle and thread scissors, and a few folded blue-blue cotton cloths.

Yang Ruoqing took out a piece of charcoal and immersed herself in tracing on the stretched cotton cloth...

Thinking about the length and thickness of Luo Fengtang's fingers in her mind, she moved the charcoal pen in her hand to stroke the cloth to outline the prototype of a pair of gloves...

Cut the drawn glove pattern with scissors.

Then take the reduced sample as a sample, and cut another side.

Overlap the two sides, thread the needle, and sew their edges together.

(End of this chapter)