Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 4680
The pig food mixed with wild vegetables, rice bran, and wheat bran is thick and fragrant, and is scooped with a gourd ladle into the pig trough made of rolling stones.

Immediately, smelling the scent, the two big fat pigs got up from the corner, stepped on ecstasy, and came to eat with their plump buttocks twisting.

The sharp and long pig's snout pierced into the pig trough, and the nostrils were full of food, so hot that they quickly pulled out their mouths and noses and whimpered, as if they were condemning and protesting against Mrs. Sun.

Sun smiled, "You silly pigs, wait a minute, the cold water hasn't been exchanged yet!"

When other people’s pig food is hot, they exchange it directly with cold water. Mrs. Sun puts great effort into raising pigs, and what she exchanges is cold boiled water that has been cooled in advance, so that the pigs will rarely get sick after eating it.

She poured two scoops of cold water into the pig trough and stirred it gently a few times to make the pig food evenly heated and thick enough.

The pigs sensed something and attacked the pig trough again.

He ate with a rattling sound, his ears flapped from side to side, and the two guys would squeeze each other from time to time, and they almost started fighting when it was so intense.

Mrs. Sun stood aside and watched gently, and occasionally tapped the stronger pig's head twice with the ladle in her hand, and reprimanded it a few times.

When Yang Ruoqing found the backyard, this was what she saw in front of her eyes.

Her lips curled up involuntarily.

They are both pigs, although the ending is the same, they are all sent to the dining table to become human delicacies, but in the process of growing up, being able to be fed by Mrs. Sun is a happy thing for pigs. .

To be treated so tenderly...

It made her think of herself, of humans.

In fact, there is not much difference between humans and pigs. Pigs go to the dinner table, but humans also go to the grave.

Whether Qin Huang, Han Wu, or beggars on the side of the road, everyone is equal in the face of death.

Therefore, the most important thing in a person's life is the process, take good care of these decades, cherish every day, and when you are dying, you will think about your life in your heart. It is good to get four words, that is: no regrets, no regrets !

"Qing'er, why are you here? Have you had breakfast?" Sun turned around and saw Yang Ruoqing, and asked with a smile.

Yang Ruoqing came back to her senses, smiled and said: "I ate it long ago, I came here to tell mother that Tang Yazi and I just sent eel noodles to fourth uncle."

When it comes to eel noodles, Mrs. Sun has a smile on her face.

"The eel noodles taste really good. Feng'er ate up the bowl that your aunt brought over to Feng'er earlier, even drank up the soup." Sun said.

"Your father and I are very happy. Feng'er hasn't eaten like this obediently for a long time. Your father said, he will get some cages to put eels in later."

Hearing Sun's words, Yang Ruoqing smiled.

"My father is so busy, where is there any spare set? This matter is left to me and Tang Yazi, we will continue to set it later, Chen'er and Baobao also like it!" Yang Ruoqing said.

Mrs. Sun nodded, and asked about Yang Huaming's injury.

Hearing that Yang Huaming didn't suffer from yesterday's pain, Mrs. Sun breathed a sigh of relief: "Don't be so busy at noon, I kept the pork liver, and at noon I will make pork liver soup and send it to your fourth uncle to replenish his body."

Yang Ruoqing nodded: "Then I'll deliver breakfast to Fourth Uncle tomorrow."

"By the way, Qing'er, did you meet your grandma when you went to the old house?" Sun asked again.

Yang Ruoqing shook her head: "No, we sat in the room of Fourth Uncle and Aunt Xiaojuan for a while, said a few words and left."

"When I came out, I deliberately glanced at the east room, and found that the door was ajar, and there was no movement inside."

Mrs. Sun nodded, and at the same time thoughtfully, there was a touch of solemnity on her face.

Yang Ruoqing noticed it, and said: "Mom, you make pork liver soup at noon, and you stay at home and don't go out. I'll just go to the old house to deliver it for you, so that you won't run into my grandma, and they will make trouble for you! I will send it off, even if they know that I have passed, they will not dare to trouble me."

When she went to the old house in the morning, she couldn't believe that Lao Yangtou and Mrs. Tan, who were separated by a wall, didn't know about it.

The backyard is Tan's territory, she dominates the entire territory like the dryad's grandmother, so she doesn't know what's going on?

It must be that yesterday's shadow was a little bit big, they had tasted her fierceness, and they didn't dare to take the lead easily.

Mrs. Sun is a soft persimmon, they wished that Mrs. Sun or Yang Huazhong would send them to their door, Yang Ruoqing did not fulfill their wish!

Naturally, Mrs. Sun was aware of her daughter's intentions, and while being moved, she shook her head.

"You have to see what you should see, you can't hide like this, it's not a problem!" Sun said.

"What's more, it will be August soon, and it's our third room's turn to take care of your grandma in August. We will meet after all..." Sun said again.

Yang Ruoqing thought about it for a while, and it was true that August would be only ten days away, and Tang Yazi probably had to go back to the capital after the Mid-Autumn Festival at most at home.

Hey, how do these days go by so fast, it's already the second half of the year in a blink of an eye.

"Qing'er, what are you thinking? Why are you distracted?"

Seeing that Yang Ruoqing didn't speak, Mrs. Sun couldn't help raising the pig food ladle in her hand and shaking it lightly in front of her.

Yang Ruoqing came back to her senses instantly.

"Ah, it's okay, so what, mother, the matter is still on the cusp these two days, you and my father can avoid it if you can, wait for a few days to calm down, you can meet my grandma again, I'll come and get the lunch when the lunch is ready, that's the deal!"

After saying this, Yang Ruoqing turned and left the backyard, not giving Sun a chance to refuse at all.

"This girl..."

Looking at the distant figure, Mrs. Sun said angrily, but her eyes filled with relief.

Earlier, I heard Osmanthus Dayun and the others talking about family affairs together, and said that when parents give birth to children, their personality and way of doing things may not necessarily be passed on to their children in many cases.

Some parents talk too much like magpies, but their children are boring.

Some parents are dull gourds, but the children are lively and talkative, and all the family's words are said by the children.

There are also parents who are strong on their own, but the children do not inherit that character, but are very cowardly.

And some parents are cowardly and good-natured people, but the children are too early to be the masters of the house and become very assertive.

For example, her Qinger is like this.

She is much more promising than the parents of her and Yang Huazhong...

Maybe this is a gift from God, Sun thought silently in her heart.

"Ah, Ah!"

In the old Yang's east room, Mrs. Tan sneezed two loud sneezes.

She took out her handkerchief to wipe her snot, and said angrily: "It's probably the fat girl who is cursing me, that unconscionable dead girl, I knew that she was so strong and domineering, that she should have been drowned in the piss bucket when she was born! "

Old Yang was sitting at the table, habitually reaching out to touch the pipe at his waist, but it was in vain.

Only then did he remember that he got mad at Yang Ruoqing yesterday and hit her with a tobacco stick, but she didn't hit her, but she broke the tobacco stick in two.

The old man couldn't help raising his head and sighing: "Hey, the yin is flourishing and the yang is declining, and the hen is crowing. It's unfortunate for the family!"

(End of this chapter)