Splendid peasant girl busy farming

4907--Andrew
Changping Village.

In the first lunar month of previous years, because Yang Ruoqing and the others were at home, they would always invite the theater troupe to come to the village to sing big plays, and it would be lively for a few days.

Over the past few years, it seems that a rule has been developed, so every year at this time of the first month, many people are busy cleaning up the guest rooms to pick up relatives to watch the big show.

As for the relatives, they were also mentally prepared to come and watch the big show at any time, but this year, this rule was broken, which made everyone really feel a little indescribably disappointed.

"This person is like this. In the past, we, Qing'er, invited them to watch big dramas every year. They didn't take it seriously, and they were used to it. They thought that at this point, there should be a drama to watch. This year there is no more. Hey, this one or two. Ask around."

Mrs. Da Sun sent pig's trotters to Mrs. Sun, and stood aside to talk to Mrs. Sun.

"In the past few days, people have asked me about it every day. They asked that our family can't afford to hire a theater troupe this year, and I sent them back. It seems that our family should invite them to the theater." Dasun's indignation road.

While cleaning the pig's trotters, Mrs. Sun smiled and said to Mrs. Sun, "You can't blame them all, people, isn't that the way it is."

"It's like a story I heard before. It said that there were two people in a village. One person was a good old man and hardworking. He got up before dawn every day to help the villagers carry water."

"As for the other person, he sneaks around and does bad things every day."

"One day this honest man was so sick that he couldn't get out of bed. He was late in carrying water for the villagers, and everyone blamed him."

"And the sneaky person was praised by the whole village because a robber came to the village, and he beat the robber away."

"Our family used to ask for big dramas like that honest man. If we don't invite them this year, I think it's pretty good. Let them go." Sun said.

Da Sun nodded, "That makes sense, it's fun to say, you guys don't have a show to watch, but it's rare and lively this New Year's Eve, no, the Taoist temple opened two days ago, good guy, everyone here Went to the Taoist temple, struggling to buy incense to burn!"

"Really?" Mrs. Sun was also taken aback.

And the idea of ​​burning the head incense?How about trying it too?

"I said sister, don't you also want to go to burn incense? I can tell you that even if we go for two days, don't go. I heard people from them say that there are too many people in the Taoist temple, and pilgrims are everywhere. Yes, the wishing talismans on the wishing tree are all hung up, and the little fish and shrimps in the release pond are also crawling everywhere..."

Hearing that the incense is so prosperous in the Taoist temple, Sun smiled.

"Then let's make an appointment to burn incense together. The Taoist temple built by Qing'er, we have to go to support it no matter what!"

Da Sun nodded, "Then I've chosen a date, and I'll come over and call you and Suyun, and we'll go to the Taoist temple to burn incense together."

While speaking, Mrs. Sun had already cleaned the pig's trotters in her hand, put them into the earthen pot, grabbed a handful of soybeans, cut two pieces of ginger into it, added clean water, covered the lid and stuffed it into the stove to simmer.

Mrs. Sun saw all these actions of Mrs. Sun, and couldn't help but said: "Sister, in the next three months, you and the third child will be tired. To put it bluntly, it's not easy to serve a paralyzed man in bed. It's not easy, old man."

Sun smiled: "So what can I do? Who asked me to marry the third child? I have to do what a daughter-in-law should do. Everyone gets old and sometimes they can't take care of themselves."

Mrs. Sun nodded and said: "During this period of time, you bought all the pork, pork ribs, and pig's trotters in my family. Let's take this pig's trotter as an example. You bought it and simmered it for your father-in-law to eat. ?”

Sun nodded meekly.

"My father-in-law likes to eat pig's trotters. Yesterday when he was drinking pork rib soup, he said something. No, I will simmer it for him today. I hope he can eat two more bowls of rice." Sun said.

Da Sun nodded again: "You are a good and filial daughter-in-law. It is a blessing for your parents-in-law to meet a daughter-in-law like you."

Mrs. Sun smiled again, everyone else said so, but her parents-in-law didn't necessarily think so!
That's all, anyway, do what you should do, and just be ashamed of yourself.

When noon was approaching, Mrs. Sun took the simmered pig's trotters and soybean soup to Lao Yangtou to eat.

"Sweet, very fragrant." Lao Yang moved his nose and his eyes followed the bowl in Mrs. Sun's hand.

Yang Huazhong smiled and said, "Father, this is stewed soybeans with pig's trotters. Qing'er's mother knows you like to eat them, so she specially said hello to her natal sister and brother-in-law, and sent them fresh big pig's trotters!"

Old Yang glanced at Mrs. Sun: "You have a heart."

Mrs. Sun smiled gently, "It should be, Dad, you should eat more, it has been simmering for more than two hours, it should be rotten."

Lao Yang nodded, took the big bowl, picked up the pig's trotter and took a big bite.

Eating it in the mouth is like eating glutinous rice cakes, making a clacking sound.

"Well, this taste is authentic, authentic!" Old Yang praised again.

Yang Huazhong and Sun Shi looked at each other, both of them were very pleased.

The couple watched from the side, watching Lao Yang eat all the stewed soybeans with pig's trotters, which was as big as a bowl.

"Is there any more?" Lao Yang raised his head and asked Sun who was standing by the bed.

Sun said: "There are still some in the earthen jar."

Old Yang stretched out the empty bowl in front of Mrs. Sun: "Fill me another bowl, I haven't had enough yet."

Sun showed a hint of hesitation.

"What? No?" Old Yang asked again.

Sun quickly shook her head: "Yes, yes."

"If there is, why don't you give it to your father? Can't you bear it?" Tan Shi, who had been silent in the corner of the room, suddenly made a sound.

Ever since Mrs. Sun got angry that day, Mrs. Tan has been in a cold war with Mrs. Sun for the past two days, and she is angry and doesn't speak.

This sentence just now was the first sentence the old lady voluntarily said to Mrs. Sun in the past few days.

"Mother, you misunderstood me. This pig's trotter was specially made for my father, why would you be reluctant to give it to my father?" Sun said.

Mrs. Tan snorted, "Since that's what you said, why don't you go and make another bowl for your father?"

Sun patiently explained: "It's not that I don't pretend, it's that I'm afraid that my father's stomach will be gasped if I eat too much stewed pig's trotters and soybeans."

It is common sense that eating too much soybeans will cause gas and gas, and it is easy to fart.

But Old Yang waved his hands indifferently and said: "Don't worry, I like to eat soybeans the most. They can be fried or stewed. I can eat as much as I want, and I never get angry."

"But……"

"Ms. Qing'er, stop talking, hurry up and bring it to our father!" Yang Huazhong interrupted Sun's words, and said.

Mrs. Sun had nothing to do, so she had to go to the stove, and after a while, the earthen jar was brought together.

Old Yang was very happy. He rolled up his sleeves and picked up a long-handled spoon to do it. He also invited Mrs. Tan to sit by the bed, and the old couple ate and drank with gusto.

(End of this chapter)