Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Rainy night cry
The husband and wife have gone through many things together for so many years. Sun believes in Yang Huazhong's judgment.

"No matter what kind of strangeness it is, it has nothing to do with us. Let's not keep pushing forward, lest the old man say that we blindly suppress Yongxian, it doesn't sound good." Sun persuaded tactfully.

Yang Huazhong nodded: "I think so too. I don't care about Yongxian's affairs, and I can't care about them."

"Even if you went to Baige Town with Boy Qing to inquire about it, it's best not to let the old man know. Let's close the door and live our own lives, and let him do whatever he wants."

"We don't envy the money we make, and we don't envy the lintel of glory. Our Da'an, Qing'er, and Tangyazi are all good-looking."

"We didn't make any money, or something happened, we're so far apart, we pretend we don't know, so we can clean up the snow on our own!"

The couple unified their thinking, so far, Yang Yongxian's matter no longer mentioned half a word.

……

On a rainy winter night, someone was slapping Yang Huazhong's yard crazily. Amidst the pattering rain, there was a heart-piercing cry from that person: "Third brother! Third child!"

Yang Huazhong sat up suddenly from the bed, "Who is calling me?"

Mrs. Sun was also awakened, listening to the outside, there was nothing but the sound of rain.

"It's raining so hard, why would someone shout? Maybe I heard it wrong." Sun said.

Yang Huazhong opened the curtain and looked at the hourglass on the table beside the bed.

It was only the third watch, and the outside was as black as ink.

"I just heard someone calling my name in my sleep." Yang Huazhong said again.

Sun said: "It's still raining in the middle of the night, you must have heard it wrong, so don't act rashly."

Thinking of something, Sun asked nervously, "You didn't answer, did you?"

According to the warnings handed down by the older generation, at night, especially in the middle of the night, if you hear someone calling your name, it is best not to respond casually if you don’t see who it is.

Because it is possible that the "person" who calls you is not a person, and it is not your person, but your soul.

When chatting with Meier and the others, Meier mentioned one thing.

It is said that Dabai Xiaohei's grandma, that is, Shuan Ziniang, was cleaning up pots and pans in the kitchen one night before she passed away.

The window on the other side of the stove was facing the courtyard wall, and someone called her from the window.

At that time, she thought it was someone from the neighbors who passed by, and when she saw that she was still cleaning up the dishes so late, she leaned over the window and talked to her, after all, it was a common thing before.

As a result, he responded without even thinking about it.

When I turned around to look, there was nothing outside the window.

She felt chilly all over at that time, and she comforted herself that it was probably someone who yelled and slipped away to scare her on purpose.

The next day, when she met her neighbors and talked about it, no one admitted it, so she murmured in her heart, and she was cautious in everything she did.

As a result, at the entrance of the village in the first lunar month of the next year, I ran into Da Pingniang talking with Shuanzi's father on the night of watching a big play. They seemed to be a little affectionate in their actions.

When Mei'er chatted with Mrs. Sun and Bao Suyun about those old things in private, she couldn't help but say a few words, maybe Shuan Ziniang was hooked away by someone's shout the next year.

This is why he hangs his neck and puts his life on the line for a trivial matter, which is simply not what normal people should do.

So tonight, Mrs. Sun was very concerned about whether Yang Huazhong answered her just now, and seeing that Yang Huazhong didn't reply to her, she became more and more nervous.

Yang Huazhong didn't have the thoughts of the women, but kept listening to the movement outside.

Suddenly he raised his head and said: "No, someone is indeed knocking on the door. I just heard calling me again. I have to go and see."

Yang Huazhong got out of bed resolutely, and Sun knew she couldn't stop him, so she got out of bed after him, helped him get his clothes, and brought over his coir raincoat and bamboo hat.

Yang Huazhong opened the door, regained his senses and said to Sun: "Those are too troublesome, I can just hold an umbrella, and you stay in the backyard."

His figure disappeared into the rain immediately, and Sun couldn't sit still, so he put on his coat quickly, and opened an umbrella to chase after him.

Mrs. Sun came to the main room in the front courtyard, lit the candle on the table, put it on a lampshade, held it up with one hand, and protected the wind with the other, and went to the porch at the entrance of the main room to look at the gate of the yard.

At the gate of the courtyard, Yang Huazhong just opened the door, one person followed the door and fell inside, and was supported by Yang Huazhong.

"Long roots?"

"Third brother, but, it can be regarded as waking you up."

Yang Huazhong touched the wet piece of Chang Gen's body, shivering from the cold, "Let's talk in the house."

In the main room, the fire was still burning in the fire bucket before going to bed at night, and the children's shoes were put in it to dry all night.

Mrs. Sun fished out the shoes all at once, turned the fire up a little bit, and Yang Huazhong sat in with his long roots stiffened by the cold.

Mrs. Sun turned around and made some hot tea and brought it over for Changgen to drink.

It took a long time for Changgen to finally breathe a sigh of relief, and said to Yang Huazhong with trembling lips: "Third brother, I came to borrow a carriage from you. My nephew suddenly fell ill. I don't know what the illness is. I invited Uncle Fu and his son." In the past, Uncle Uncle was pushed to the ground by that bastard, and Uncle Uncle Fu's parents said that my nephew's illness was strange, like insanity, or rage, and they couldn't cure it."

"What? You mean Brother Lao Gen's son, Li Mao, is sick?" Yang Huazhong couldn't believe it, and the Sun family beside him was also stunned.

Changgen has a cousin named Laogen, whose full name is Li Laogen.

Li Laogen is an honest farmer, about the same age as Yang Hualin, and his personality is just like his name, honest and honest. Compared with Yang Hualin's monkey spirit, Li Laogen is like an old tree root.

When Yang Huazhong and Chang Gen were young, they both liked to hang around behind brothers like Li Laogen and Yang Hualin.

Li Laogen takes good care of these younger brothers.

But he was too honest, incompetent and incompetent. At the age of marriage, the monkey-like Yang Hualin married Yang Shi, the daughter of the little old Yangtou's family who was in good condition in the south of the village at that time.

Li Laogen has always been a bachelor.

Until the brothers Yang Huazhong and Chang Gen got married and had children one after another, Li Laogen was still single.

Twenty years ago, Li Laogen, who was in his early thirties, went to the town to go to the market, and picked up a fleeing woman on the way back.

The woman looked average after washing, and she was not very quick to speak and do things. She only knew that her name was Peng Shi, and she came from the north.

Everyone said that she was more retarded than the average person.

But the good thing is that he is not a bad person. He is usually quiet and does not conflict with anyone, and he can cook and wash clothes.

So Li Laogen married Mrs. Peng and let her live in Changping Village.

Peng's belly was strong, and he gave birth to Li Laogen a son the next year after entering the door, and a few years later, he gave Li Laogen a daughter. At this point, Li Laogen finally ended his bachelor career and became a wife. The day when the child is hot on the kang.

Tonight, it was this son who became ill. His name was Li Mao.

(End of this chapter)