Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Laziness and enjoyment
Eat and drink enough, all the dust along the way has been wiped out, from the viscera to the soul, unprecedented satisfaction.

"Tang Yazi, you chat with my father, and I will help my mother clean up the dishes."

Yang Ruoqing got up and picked up the chopsticks in front of her, and said to Tuo Baxian and Wang Cuilian: "Mother, aunt, you go and rest, I'll do it."

Tuobaxian and Wang Cuilian looked at each other with a smile, and nodded slightly, Wang Cuilian said: "Success, then we will be lazy and enjoy our blessings."

Yang Ruoqing got more and more energetic, and carried the used bowls and chopsticks to the stove on a tray, and Mrs. Sun followed behind, holding the leftover chicken soup in her hand, also smiling.

For the female relatives of high-ranking families, they like to gather together to enjoy flowers, knit, play chess and play the piano, and then talk about themselves.

As for the women of peasant households, the kitchen is where they do their daily chores.

No, Mrs. Sun sat at the mouth of the stove and stuffed a handful of firewood into the stove from time to time to keep the water in the pot warm.

Yang Ruoqing wore an apron with the sleeves rolled up to the crook of her arms, holding a bowl in her left hand and a loofah pouch in her right, washing and scrubbing.

"Is the water cold?" Sun asked from time to time.

Yang Ruoqing shook her head: "It's not cold, just warm and hot."

The temperature of the water is well controlled by my mother, it is neither cold nor hot, and the hand protector can melt the oil in the bowl.

Even so, Mrs. Sun still threw a handful of pine hair at the stove, and the two mothers continued the previous topic.

To be precise, it should be Mrs. Sun speaking and Yang Ruoqing listening.

Mrs. Sun told Yang Ruoqing everything that happened at home this year.

From a young age, Duo was born delicately in confinement and was harsh by Xiang's mother, and then Xiang's mother was hanged by Xiang Shengnan's aunt.

And then Aunt Shengnan paid for her life, and in the end, it was inevitable to talk about Xiaojie and Zhang Ban's almost reconciliation a while ago.

"Zhang Ban didn't know why he became obsessed with ghosts. He almost pissed your aunt to death. At that moment, Xiaojie was determined to reconcile. No matter what Zhang Ban said or did, Xiaojie didn't plan to forgive him. , Xiaojie is stubborn enough, if it were another man, if he went out to drink flowers and wine, the mother-in-law at home would have two fights, and life would not go on as usual..." Sun said.

Yang Ruoqing couldn't help but sighed.

"Mother, don't blame Xiaojie, Xiaojie is more serious because she loves Zhang Ban and puts Zhang Ban in her heart." She said.

"As for those men who drink flowers and wine, or hook up with other women, and come home to have a fight with their mother-in-law and live on, to put it bluntly, there are only two points,"

"Which two points?" Sun asked curiously.

Yang Ruoqing smiled, "Either way, women and men don't have any relationship basis. To put it bluntly, they just live together, just like doing business with a partner. It's almost enough."

"Or, it's because women are incapable, and they have to beg for money from men for food and clothing. The status of husband and wife is not equal."

"Using the words of our farmers, women can't eat men, but men eat women to death."

Sun seemed to understand, "Which type do Xiaojie and Zhang Ban belong to?"

Yang Ruoqing glanced at Mrs. Sun: "They belong to the third type, they have a relationship foundation, they are a couple, and they have equal status."

"That's why Xiao Jie was so furious when Zhang Ban had an affair. She refused to forgive him. On the one hand, she was stubborn. On the other hand, the trust between the two of them was broken. She couldn't find a sense of security in Zhang Ban. I can fully understand Xiaojie’s feelings.”

Sun felt that Yang Ruoqing's previous remarks were very reasonable, and Sun was greatly surprised by the way she looked at the matter.

But the last sentence made Sun suddenly raise his vigilance.

"Qing'er, what do you mean by your last words? What do you mean you can understand? Could it be that you and Tang Yazi also had such a bad thing?"

Yang Ruoqing raised her eyes and saw Sun's nervous look, she was stunned for a moment, and then realized that her casual words had caused her mother to associate and misunderstand.

She scooped up a ladle of clean water, washed her hands, wiped them on her apron, and then came to the stove and squatted down in front of Mrs. Sun.

"Mom, you can put your mind at ease. Tang Yazi and I are so fond of each other. After so many years of husband and wife, we have always been close friends, and we will never hide anything from each other."

She was afraid that her hands would be cold to Mrs. Sun's, so she supported Mrs. Sun's leg and said softly: "In the past year, although we have gone south and north one by one, Tang Yazi will go to the capital to see me whenever I have time. It’s because I’m back in Beijing for official duties, I can’t delay, and I’ll spare time to have a meal with me and say a few words.”

"Mother, you don't have to worry about me and Tang Yazi, we're doing well."

Yang Ruoqing hugged Sun's calf, squatted in front of her, raised her head, with a satisfied smile on her face.

Sun could see that the smile was not faked, and the woman's heart sank.

"Qing'er, you scared mother just now." Mrs. Sun held Yang Ruoqing's hand firmly, and put it in her palm to warm it up.

"Tang Yazi is a good boy. Your father and I picked him for you. We can rest assured about his character."

"Mother, I'm just worrying, as long as you live well, it's better than anything else."

Yang Ruoqing nodded vigorously, turned her gaze a little slyly, "What about mother? Are mother and father getting along well at home?"

Mrs. Sun was startled for a moment, and then she was happy.

"You girl, you still make fun of me? Your father and I have been husband and wife for decades. This is a world of iron barrels."

Yang Ruoqing pursed her lips and smiled, and buried her head on Sun's lap, acting like a spoiled child.

After washing the pots and bowls, Sun said: "Let's go to the front yard to talk."

"Okay, okay." Yang Ruoqing nodded hurriedly, and was about to get up when she was pulled back by Mrs. Sun.

"Wait a minute, there is one more thing for you."

Mrs. Sun picked up the fire stick on the side and stuffed it into the stove, and pulled it a few times in the ashes, and a black, round thing was pulled to the mouth of the stove.

Mrs. Sun picked it up, blew off the ashes on it, and peeled off the two pieces of skin. Immediately, a sweet and burnt aroma overflowed.

"Here, take two bites of your favorite roasted sweet potato." Mrs. Sun peeled off two pieces of sweet potato to reveal the sweet potato meat inside, and brought it to Yang Ruoqing's mouth.

"It's a little hot, eat slowly." She reminded again.

Seeing the roasted sweet potatoes, Yang Ruoqing's eyes lit up.

Stretching out his head to take a bite, he squinted his eyes because of the delicious taste.

"It's delicious and sweet."

Sun smiled, "You have liked to eat roasted sweet potatoes since you were a child. Mom still remembers it. When I was cooking, I put it in the stove to simmer. There are still two in it. When the baby comes back from Zhoujia Village, let her come and eat it. "

Yang Ruoqing nodded with a smile, squatted at the mouth of the stove and ate the roasted sweet potato until only a piece of skin remained, before giving up.

To be honest, she was already full and full from the lunch at noon, and sweet potatoes were her mother's wish, and she couldn't refuse.

"I'll still eat here at night, and I'll make you your favorite glutinous rice balls." Mrs. Sun raised her hand to gently remove a piece of sweet potato crumbs stuck to the corner of Yang Ruoqing's mouth.

(End of this chapter)