Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 365 The sound of muttering (three shifts)

Tan was lying in the room.

Sifang hid in Liujiacun and never came back.

Noon lunch was handled by the Jin family, and Yang Yongjin helped Jin.

When Yang Huazhong returned to his house to eat, he smelled the fragrance wafting from the stove.

The man's face was full of emotion.

Entering the door, the wife and daughter are busy serving meals.

The man felt that this was like home.

When setting up the chopsticks and bowl, Yang Huazhong sighed.

"Mother can't cook, so that lunch was tossing between sister-in-law and Yong Jin. I'm afraid this meal will be half-baked." He said.

Yang Ruoqing was silent and did not speak.

Mrs Sun said, "My mother is crooked on the bed, and the fifth brother is also recovering. The two of them eat raw rice, which is not good for your health."

The woman's eyes immediately fell on Yang Ruoqing.

"Qing'er, why don't we bring something to eat for your milk and your fifth uncle?" she asked.

Yang Ruoqing knew that she could no longer pretend to be silent.

She turned her head and glanced at Yang Huazhong and the Sun family.

"It's not that I'm stingy with this mouthful of food, I just don't like hot faces and butts."

she said.

"Dumplings and buns were delivered in the first two rounds, so there's no lesson left?" she asked.

The two were silent.

After being silent for a while, Mrs Sun continued, "How about I send some to your fifth uncle?"

Yang Ruoqing frowned.

Don't hide what Sun said.

In fact, this one is called pork liver in the town.

She just planned to give Uncle Fifth a bowl to nourish her body.

Pig liver to replenish blood, he lost a lot of blood two days ago.

But who knew that so many things happened later, and Tan also fell ill.

In this way, just sending Yang Huazhou pig liver soup is a bit unreasonable.

She shook her head and said, "There are two wounded and sick. It's not appropriate to only send Fifth Uncle and not my milk!"

The Sun family was also in trouble and looked at Yang Huazhong.

Yang Huazhong said: "Either give it all, or not give it! Then don't give it!"

Yang Huazhou is destined to have no such luck today.

Family dinner.

Stewed radish with ribs, pork liver soup, fried cabbage.

A hearty meal.

The next day, the sun was shining.

Early in the morning, Luo Fengtang came to pick up Yang Ruoqing.

We agreed to go to the mountains behind to cut trees today.

Make roof beams and make furniture.

"Eat more and eat more before you have the strength to cut down trees."

Mr. Sun piled the hot green onion egg pancakes into Luo Fengtang's bowl.

Luo Fengtang said with a smile: "Third aunt, my stomach is about to burst, I really can't eat it!"

Mrs Sun said, "Why can't you eat such a big man, eat two more!"

Luo Fengtang didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Yang Ruoqing smiled aside: "Mother, you can just let him, this is not cramming!"

Mrs Sun gave Yang Ruoqing an angry look.

After eating and drinking, the two brought hatchets, saws, axes, and ropes, and went out under the watchful eyes of Sun.

There are mountains behind Changping Village.

At a glance, the peaks, big and small, seem to have no end.

"Where to go?" Yang Ruoqing asked.

Luo Fengtang thought for a while: "The trees in the grove at the back of the village are relatively thin, and they are not old enough."

"It's better to go to the mountain on the right, there are many cedar trees that are a few years old."

Yang Ruoqing nodded: "Let's go!"

The so-called Shanchong is actually an open valley.

The valleys are deeper, between the peaks in the deep mountains.

And this mountain rush, generally not too far.

The two went upstream along the river at the foot of the mountain and walked for two or three miles.

A stone arch bridge appeared in front.

The stone arch bridge looks a few years old, and some places on the side are damaged.

Lying on the river, connecting the two ends.

The two crossed the bridge, next to the foot of the mountain, and then turned to the right.

At the foot of the mountain in the middle of winter, most of the grass and trees withered, and the ground was full of finely broken small stones.

The foot of the mountain is very quiet, almost no passers-by.

The two of them walked three miles away again and came to a downhill.

The front of the downhill is still a mountain, and then turn left and enter the mountain.

This mountain rushes like a pocket.

Going in, there are mountains on all sides, and a large open space in the middle.

The vacant land was opened up by villagers in the nearby village to grow sweet potatoes and green beans.

This season is naturally also a slaughter.

Occasionally in some wasteland, some mung bean poles have not been pulled out.

Scattered poking in the ground, one or two birds parked on it.

"Tangyazi, look over there, why is there a small house?"

Yang Ruoqing was the first Shanchong to come back here.

New to everything.

At a glance, at the foot of the opposite mountain, a solitary thatched hut stands there.

Not so much the house, but collapsed on all sides.

The thatch fell to the ground.

Luo Fengtang glanced at the thatched house opposite.

"The house is a few years old. I heard that there used to be a lazy man in Zhengjia Village next door."

"Kicked the widow's door, dug the grave of a dead family, and peeked at the old lady taking a bath."

"I was chased out by the villagers, so I hid in this mountain and built this thatched house."

"What happened later?" Yang Ruoqing asked.

"Later died in this room. When I found it, one ear was bitten off by a mouse." He said.

"Hey, it's disgusting." Yang Ruoqing said.

Luo Fengtang nodded.

"Stop talking about this, let's go to the cedar forest over there." He said.

Yang Ruoqing nodded.

Walk forward behind him.

Seeing the direction he led the way, she was surprised.

"Tangyazi, the cedar forest is over there. Wouldn't it be closer if we passed this road?"

She pointed to the road ahead and said.

Going from this side, and then going around behind the thatched hut, can save a long way!

Luo Fengtang hesitated.

"What's wrong?" Yang Ruoqing asked.

Luo Fengtang said: "Let's take a detour, I don't want to go to that thatched house."

"Why?" she asked again.

Luo Fengtang's face showed a look of embarrassment.

Seeing how he hesitated to speak, her curiosity was completely aroused.

"What's the matter? You said it!"

she urged.

The most unbearable stammering.

Luo Fengtang said: "I said, don't be afraid!"

Yang Ruoqing twitched the corners of her mouth: "Joke, the thing that can make my sister afraid has not yet been born!"

Luo Fengtang nodded and glanced at the thatched hut that had collapsed over there.

"Since the slob died, there has been a haunting in that house."

"Haunted?"

Yang Ruoqing was surprised, her eyes widened.

Seeing her like this, Luo Fengtang thought she was scared and was about to shut up.

Her eyes brightened again.

Grabbing his arm: "This is interesting, what's the trick? Hurry up and talk!"

Luo Fengtang is ashamed!

After organizing the language, he went on to say the rumors he heard.

"I also listened to my uncle and the others."

"It was said that it was a cloudy and rainy day in the past, and there was a cowherd in the nearby village to hide from the rain behind the house."

"Near, far and near, I always hear muttering sounds."

"It's like someone is talking, right in your ear."

"But when you prick up your ears and listen carefully, there's nothing!"

These words made Yang Ruoqing get goosebumps on her arm.

Look up to the sky.

Today is a big sun, not a rainy day.

She pricked up her ears and listened.

"One winter night, two villagers came back from a feast in a village on the other side of the mountain."

"When I was rushing through this mountain, I saw that the light was on in the thatched hut."

"The wine is strong and cowardly, both of them are strong men, so they slipped behind the house."

"Look into the broken window with your eyes..."

(End of this chapter)