Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 447 Warm and Soft Lips (Part [-])

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"You carved it yourself?"

Yang Ruoqing was shocked.

Polishing a comb is a delicate job.

A test of both skill and patience.

She glanced at the comb in her hand, then at his hand.

This hand is too clever, right?

Thinking of something, she suddenly grabbed his other hand and put it in front of her eyes for a closer look.

Sure enough, there were fine and dense scratches on several fingers.

There are countless, like spider webs.

Either deep or shallow.

It reminded her of sharpening pencils with a pencil sharpener in elementary school...

"It hurts?"

She lowered her head and asked softly.

He smiled and shook his head: "A little skin trauma, it's nothing..."

A tear fell on his fingertip.

He was startled.

"Qing'er, you, what's the matter with you?"

He cups her face.

I saw that her eyes were covered with a layer of mist, and her eyelashes were wet.

"Qing'er, you, why are you crying?"

he asked, a little flustered.

"Is it because the comb I made is too ugly, I'm sorry, I, I will definitely go to the town to buy a better one next time..."

"No!"

She shook her head, cutting off his words.

"It's the most beautiful comb I've ever seen, and the best birthday present I've ever received growing up."

"I love it so much."

"Tang Yazi, thank you!"

She looked at him and said with a smile.

He was a little confused.

Don't you cry when you're sad?

How can you cry when you are happy?

I really don't understand the girl thing!

At night, Yang Huazhou and Bao Suyun came to chat and brought news of Yang Huamei's marriage.

"The date has been approved, and the dragon raises its head on the second day of February, which is an auspicious day for the zodiac."

"Mei'er's wedding is set on that day, and there is no objection from either side." Yang Huazhou said.

Yang Huazhong nodded.

Yang Huazhou continued: "The old Wang's house provides a wedding room, a wedding bed, and a set of tables, chairs, and bedding."

"The dowry is worthless, the dowry is posted by the woman."

"The argument given by the old Wang's family is that Shuanzi's burn is only [-]% healed, and the follow-up medicine and treatment are not enough money."

"Father and mother have no objection to this." He said.

Yang Huazhong then nodded.

Gossip is a woman's nature.

Sun couldn't help asking: "Then what kind of dowry do our parents plan to give Meier?"

Yang Huazhou thought for a while, and said: "Two sets of clothes, shoes and socks for the four seasons, two sets of bedding, pillow towels and cotton wool on the bed."

"Clothes, cupboards, buckets, etc., and a dowry of four taels of silver."

"Didn't you sell two acres of paddy fields for eight taels of silver a year ago?" Yang Huazhong finally spoke up.

Yang Huazhou said: "Originally, it was planned to give six taels, one tael was used to visit relatives during the Chinese New Year, and one tael was used for Shuxiu at Yongxian Academy after the spring."

"But, the second brother and the second sister-in-law had a scene."

"Father and mother picked out two taels from Mei'er's six taels and gave them to Lan'er as a dowry." Yang Huazhou said.

Yang Huazhong was stunned.

"So, the wedding date between Lan Yatou and Lao Mu's family has also been fixed?" He asked.

Yang Huazhou shook his head.

"Old Mu's family just sent a matchmaker to propose marriage, and Mu Zichuan hasn't come to recognize the marriage yet!"

"Oh." Yang Huazhong nodded, and stopped asking.

In the afternoon of the seventh day, every household put a string of short whips in front of the chicken coop.

Intended to repel weasels.

Pray for the smooth growth of poultry and livestock in the coming year.

While eating dinner, there was thunder outside.

After a while, the rain came down.

Yang Huazhong put down his chopsticks, looked at the rain outside, and said, "It's spring!"

Mrs. Sun was also very happy: "It's spring, the cold weather is finally over."

Yang Ruoqing was burying her head in grilling rice, when she heard the word 'Da Chun', she was taken aback.

'Dachun' is a dialect.

It should be Lichun, right?

Sure enough, Yang Huazhong's next words confirmed her guess.

"The fight in spring this year is late, but in previous years it would be at the end of the twelfth lunar month." He said.

"As the old saying goes, the beginning of spring is drenched with rain, and it is dark and damp until Qingming."

"In the first half of the year, there has been a lot of rain!" he said.

Sun nodded in agreement.

"When the rain stops, the rapeseed and wheat in the field will start growing," she said.

"Farm work, we need to take care of it!"

Yang Huazhong nodded: "I haven't looked at the two acres of land in Li's Village that I bought a few years ago."

"When the sky clears, it's time to go and tidy up."

……

The spring rain is lingering.

When the rain stopped and the sun cleared, it was already the twelfth day of the first lunar month.

During breakfast, Luo Fengtang came over as promised.

The bow and arrow in the quiver, the hatchet at the waist, the dagger, and a pile of ropes.

Mrs. Sun stuffed dry food on the two of them, while admonishing them.

"After so many days of rain, the road on the mountain is slippery and difficult to walk. Don't go too deep, and you must come back before the sun sets..."

Yang Ruoqing put away the dry food with a smile: "Mother, don't worry, let's walk around the mountain today."

Since the New Year's Eve dinner, she has been in a hurry every day.

What happened a few years ago was a waste of time and money.

After 30 years of hard work, I returned to before liberation.

Right now, the entire family property is only [-] wen left.

Of the [-] wen, [-] wen are reserved for Daan to do Shuxiu, and not a single penny can be moved.

The remaining [-] Wen was used to buy rice and grain.

Five people can't support it for a few days.

After her birthday, she wanted to go into the mountains to try her luck, but it kept raining.

It's finally sunny today, so I have to hurry up and call Tang Yazi to go into the mountain together.

……

"Tang Yazi, where are we going to hunt today?"

On the mountain road, Yang Ruoqing asked Luo Fengtang.

Luo Fengtang stopped and looked up at the majestic green hill in front of him.

He raised his finger to the south: "It's spring, and the weather is getting warmer. There should be more little beasts in the south than in other places."

"Let's go there!"

"okay!"

All the luggage was on Luo Fengtang's body, she was traveling lightly.

When passing through a bamboo forest in front, Luo Fengtang stopped.

"I'm afraid there are snakes in the mountain now, I'll chop a piece of bamboo for you and hold it in your hand."

he said.

"Okay!"

While he was chopping moso bamboo, she didn't stay idle, and stood up and watched in the bamboo forest.

"What are you looking for, Qing'er?"

he asked curiously.

Yang Ruoqing said: "Looking for spring bamboo shoots."

Soon, she made a discovery.

"Yeah, I found it!"

He squatted down in surprise and looked at the spring bamboo shoots protruding from the cracks in the soil.

"It's too small, there's not even a ounce of flesh after peeling it off, and it will take half a month to grow." She said to herself.

Luo Fengtang came over with the cut bamboo pole.

"Then let's pick again in half a month. This moso bamboo forest is remote, and not many people from the village come here," he said.

Yang Ruoqing stood up, "That's true, if they don't come, all the bamboo shoots in this forest will be mine! Hehe."

After picking up the bamboo poles, the two of them continued on their way to the mountains and forests in the south.

After a deep winter of snow, now spring has begun, and the mountains and fields have also changed their colors.

The greenery is lush, and the roadside is full of unknown flowers.

(End of this chapter)