Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 5754 Explained
Changping Village.

Bingbing lived in a daze for most of the next day, and was absent-minded when cutting rapeseed in the field all day, and almost wiped his hand with the sickle twice.

I kept thinking about the scene of eating lunch before, the woman squatted aside and waited for the two of them to eat the papers, pouring bowls of tea and passing them over from time to time.

He ate absent-mindedly, until they finished eating and she packed up the dishes and went back. She didn't say a word about the fight between her siblings before, let alone the thing about him hitting her waist with a ponytail.

When I returned home from work in the evening, everything was as usual at home, and my sister in the house did not cry anymore.

After dinner, they casually fooled each other and went back to the house, Bingbing was still worried, he didn't believe that woman would be so generous, maybe it would be inconvenient to complain to his father in front of him on the field ridge at noon, and no one would tell him in private at night I've filed a complaint, whoever told Sister Huahua to bring me here, my affection is naturally better than my step-son.

The more Bingbing thought about it, the more irritable he became, he simply got up and sneaked to the back of his father and stepmother's house, leaning against the gap under the window to listen to the movement inside.

Dad was washing his feet, and the woman squatted beside him and waited for him to wash his feet. The two of them were chatting about the work in the field.

"...Taking advantage of the beautiful weather these few days, I plan to cut the rapeseed and take it to the threshing ground at the south end of the village to dry for a few days. During the day, I met Uncle Li Zheng and told me That’s all right, we’ve arranged an open space for our family, and when it’s ready to dry, we’ll take advantage of the situation and pack it into bags, and we’ll have rapeseed oil all year round, so you don’t have to worry about how much oil to put in for cooking.”

Ping'er smiled: "Yeah, I've been out of business for a while, life is indeed a bit tight, a little girl can't be counted as hard work, and Bing Bing is growing up, I can still do some embroidery work, and those in the fields I am also a showman, the burden of food, clothing and chewing for this family falls on your shoulders, there is no oil in the dishes, and you can't exert much energy, I feel worried when I look at it."

Zhou Sheng grabbed Pinger's hand, "Don't worry, I have a lot of strength! It will be fine when the rapeseed oil is ground later, and the wheat will be ripe soon, so we can all have enough to eat."

Qing'er nodded, "When the time comes, I'll make pancakes for you to eat. Brothers and sisters of Bing Bing love to eat them."

Bingbing listened outside, feeling a little puzzled.

The two co-authors are discussing how to live?Why haven't you filed a complaint yet?

Just as this thought flashed across here, Ping'er's low cry suddenly came from the room.

Bingbing quickly squinted his eyes and looked in. It turned out that his stepmother poured the water for his feet after his father washed his feet. Something happened when he got up with the basin in his hand. The basin in his hand fell to the ground, and the water splashed all over the floor.

"What's wrong with you, Ping'er? What's wrong with your waist?" Zhou Sheng quickly got up from the stool and helped Ping'er aside.

Ping'er's face was a little pale, and she rubbed her lower back with one hand, gasping for breath.

Outside the window, Bingbing was holding on to the window sill with his fingers, his whole body tensed.

What should come is still coming, and there is no way to hide.

Ping'er just shook her head, "It's okay, maybe I got up too hastily before, and my waist flickered."

When Zhou Sheng heard this, he couldn't help but feel a little bit blamed when he was worried: "I'm such an adult, get up slowly, I don't need you to wash my feet from now on, I'm not an official and I don't need to wait on you."

"In my heart, you are more noble than the official, and the official doesn't support our family, you do." Ping'er said.

Zhou Sheng smiled heartily, "Haha, I love to hear that, you go to bed and lie down, and I'll clean up the floor."

……

Bingbing quietly retreated to his room and did not sleep well all night.

The next day, Yang Ruoqing came to see Ping'er and found Ping'er lying on the bed.

"Why are you lying on the bed in broad daylight? Is there something wrong with you?" Yang Ruoqing asked.

Ping'er smiled wryly, and whispered to Yang Ruoqing what happened yesterday.

After hearing this, Yang Ruoqing couldn't help feeling anxious.

"Why don't you ask the doctor to take a look?"

"It's not necessary for a little thing."

"Why is it a trivial matter? The waist is the vital part. You lie down and let me show you the head office?"

Ping'er obediently got down and let Yang Ruoqing lift up the clothes behind her to help her check her back.

Although Ping'er is now a peasant woman, her hands have become rough due to years of housework, but her body is still smooth and tender, and her smooth and fair skin was suddenly hit so hard by Xiao Muza that it was bruised in a large area.

Some places are still green and black, and it hurts to look at it.

"Ah, there's a big piece of green, this half-sized guy really has a lot of strength, the shot must be too heavy." Yang Ruoqing was shocked and angry.

Ping'er smiled wryly: "I can't blame him, he didn't intend to hit me, I did it myself."

Fortunately, the blow hit me. If it hit Huahua, Huahua's postpartum body would definitely not be able to carry it.

Yang Ruoqing shook her head, "You, you really owed this brother and sister in the previous life, and this life is dedicated to repaying the debt. Lie down, and I will apply some medicine for bruises on you."

"Well, thank you, Qing'er."

"Hey, are you still talking to me? Just lie down, I'll wash my hands before I come back."

Soon, the medicine melted in the water, and a faint musky smell wafted through the room.

"Qing'er, why do you still carry medicine for bruises?" Ping'er folded her arms on the pillow, and looked sideways at Yang Ruoqing with her head resting on her arms.

Yang Ruoqing twirled a flower of the melted ointment with her fingers and spread it in her palm, leaned over and rubbed gently on Ping'er's lower back.

Wisps of clarity penetrated into the skin, and the burning pain was immediately diluted by several points.

"The medicine I carry with me is not only for bruises, but also medicine for wounds, anti-inflammatory medicine, and some other medicines that are always on hand."

The finger movements continued gently, Yang Ruoqing and Ping'er patiently explained.

"It's not just me, my Tang Yazi is the same, even my niece is the same, there is no way, we are used to beating, beating and beating, and I have become a doctor after a long illness!"

(End of this chapter)