Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 5689
"Mother, this is the first time Brother Liu has come to our house for dinner. Can you not think too much about it? Besides, Brother Liu is such a good person, all he cares about is his dead wife. He is a good man, and I am not good enough for him." People."

Liu's complexion darkened: "You are the village flower of our village now. How many people in the town want to marry you as a wife. It's because of your high vision that you don't like it. How can you not be worthy of that widower Liu Xueyun? Are you worthy?" Got it!"

The third girl blushed, "Mother, don't talk about this anymore, I will be embarrassed to talk when I see Brother Liu after talking too much."

"Okay, okay, don't talk, don't talk, as long as you don't promise to repay the favor with your body, mother doesn't want you to marry so far, and she doesn't want you to be a sequel." Liu stretched out her hand to take the empty bowl of the third girl.

The third girl grabbed Liu Shi's wrist, and told her seriously: "Mother, don't call her a widower, okay? She is my savior, we have to respect her."

Liu was stunned for a moment, and then explained: "I'm talking with you behind closed doors, don't worry, I'm sure I wouldn't say that outside."

The third girl still didn't let go: "Mother, don't tell me when you talk to me. Some names are hard to change if you say it a few times, and you can't take it back when you say it outside."

Seeing Sanya's serious face, Mrs. Liu could only let go and said, "Okay, okay, you're right, everything you said is right, mother will listen to you."

"Thank you, mother." The third girl smiled and finally let go.

Mrs. Liu went out with an empty bowl, and told the third girl, "Put on your clothes and get out of bed. The dinner is ready, and we will eat in the kitchen."

"Okay, I'll be there right away."

After Mrs. Liu left, the third girl reached under the pillow and touched the robe, a little distracted...

There are many rains in the Qingming season, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls.

By asking where the restaurant is located, the shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village.

The breeze accompanied the drizzle, and the March wind was filled with the fragrance of rape blossoms.

In such a season, Ching Ming Festival is here, offering sacrifices to ancestors and mourning.

In the morning, the women from each house of the old Yang's house gathered in the backyard of Yang Huazhong's house, and they were busy picking and washing vegetables to prepare for the lunch table.

Why?

Because Xiao Hua gave birth to Fuwa last year.

Taking advantage of the opening of the genealogy in Qingming this year, the child's name was officially written on it, so Yang Huazhong invited Lao Yang's family to come over for dinner at noon.

In the main room in the front yard, brothers Yang Huazhong, Yang Huaming, and Yang Huazhou gathered together to smoke dry tobacco, drink tea, and talk about going to the mountains to burn incense and sacrifice later.

Yang Huaming said: "What I am most worried about is whether the rain will become heavier and heavier. If so, the incense burner will not be able to light the fire."

Yang Huazhou said with a smile: "I went to burn incense in the mountains in the twelfth lunar month. The sky was dry and the things were dry, and I was afraid that the mountains would be set on fire. I was also worried. It will rain during the Qingming Festival, and I am worried that the fire will not be lit."

"It's here, we're at your third grandpa's house!"

Yang Yongbai held his son in his arms, Cuiping held an umbrella beside him, and the family of three arrived at the door of the main room.

Yang Huazhong hurriedly got up and came to the door of the main room, and took the child from Yang Yongbai's hands: "Ha, the little thing is back for Qingming, come, come in and play, your brothers and sisters are all here."

In the house, Hong'er and the others were all there, and it was very lively. Yang Yongbai's son refused to stay in Yang Huazhong's arms when he entered the house, and immediately went to play with Hong'er and the others when he got off the ground.

Yang Huazhong called Yang Yongbai and Cuiping into the house for tea.

Yang Yongbai greeted other people in the main room smoothly, they were all uncles and cousins ​​in the family.

Cuiping said: "Yongbai, keep an eye on my child, I will go to the backyard to help Third Aunt and the others pick vegetables."

"Go, go!" Yang Yongbai waved his hand, pulled up a stool and sat down with Yang Yongqing, and after sitting down, he took out a pipe from his pocket to play with.

"Hey, Yongbai, have you learned to smoke dry tobacco?" Yang Yongqing asked curiously.

In farmers' households, men usually smoke dry tobacco after the age of 30, and the younger ones basically don't smoke, of course there are exceptions.

As for the reasons, there are many, but the big guy thinks the most tenable is that the mother-in-law at home is not allowed.

Young couples sometimes hug and kiss together, the smell of dry tobacco is so strong, so it is not fashionable for young couples to smoke it.Those who smoke that stuff are all middle-aged, and the passion between husband and wife has disappeared. The pleasure of smoking is far greater than kissing me with my own yellow-faced woman.

"Is it still necessary to learn this thing? Isn't it good at holding chopsticks and holding a tobacco stick!" Yang Yongbai said with a smile, playing with the golden cigarette stick with his fingers, and there is a dark green ring inlaid on the cigarette holder. It looks different.

"Yeah, you're only so old that you smoke dry cigarettes, what's wrong with your Cuiping not letting you kiss at night?" Yang Yongqing continued to tease.

Yang Yongbai grinned, "She dares, she dares not let me kiss, I will find some sisters for her later, I will kill her!"

Yang Yongqing laughed so hard that he patted Yang Yongbai on the shoulder: "Yongbai, stop bragging. Thinking about how many layers of skin you lost in order to marry Cuiping, you still dare to find a concubine?"

Yang Yongbai snorted: "Today is different from the past, this man, when he is rich, women will stick to him, divorce an older one, and marry a young and beautiful one, it's like going to buy a man with a dry cigarette, how simple something!"

Speaking of this, Yang Yongbai shook the pipe in his hand again, and the golden light dazzled people.

Yang Huaming was talking to Yang Huazhou when he was finally attracted by the movement of his nephews.

"Hey, Bo boy's cigarette stick looks good, can't you get it for one or two hundred coins?" Yang Huaming asked.

Yang Yongbai smiled: "Two hundred coins can win such a piece."

He gestured with his finger on the tobacco stick.

"Yeah? If you calculate the whole root, wouldn't it cost one or two taels of silver?" Yang Huaming asked again.

Yang Yongbai laughed again, and flicked the dark green cigarette holder with his fingernails, making a slight crisp sound: "Without a cigarette holder, it costs one tael of silver. With this cigarette holder, you have to add more!"

"What is your pipe made of? Pure gold? Come, come, show me."

Yang Huaming stretched out his hand, and Yang Yongbai threw the cigarette stick over.

Yang Huaming held it in his hand and looked at it carefully. Yang Huazhou and Yang Huazhong also came over to look at the novelty.

"Made of pure gold? Isn't it? How heavy is a cigarette pole made of pure gold? At least three or four taels of gold can be bought for one or two taels of silver? I wouldn't believe it even if I killed it !” Yang Yongqing grinned.

"Little cousin, you are such a bumpkin. The inside of this dry tobacco pole must be made of bamboo, and there is a layer of gold on the outside. Do you really think this is the emperor's golden pole?"

(End of this chapter)