Splendid peasant girl busy farming

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Yang Huamei and the other three adults left the house, and intimately helped Dabai close the door.

Standing in the yard, the three of them divided the work, Yang Huamei said, "I'll cook breakfast."

Wang Shuanzi: "I'll help you stuff the firewood."

Wang Hongquan: "I'm going to kill the chicken."

Smoke was curling up from the chimney, chickens were flying around in the yard, and while Yang Huamei was busy kneading dough, she still didn't forget to lean out and take a look in the direction of Dabai's house.

Inside the open window, Dabai was sitting at the table solemnly, holding an account book in both hands...

Yang Huamei retracted her head in satisfaction, and her kneading hands became more vigorous.

On the lunch table, a large bowl of braised chicken appeared, and the two chicken legs were not chopped open according to Dabai's instructions.

Dabai tore off one as soon as he could, and started chewing voraciously, wagging his head and tail after eating, his mouth full of oil.

Wang Shuanzi went to work in the school, and Wang Hongquan came back from work just now, sweating profusely from the heat, and will not be able to eat for a while.

So he sat on the sidelines, drank a sip of tea, took two puffs of cigarettes, and squinted his eyes as he watched the eldest grandson eating like a voracious eater.

"Eat slowly, no one will grab you, it's like reincarnating from a starving ghost."

Yang Huamei laughed and cursed, and brought a bowl of chicken soup to the table.

Dabai glanced at the bowl of braised chicken in front of him, then at the bowl of chicken soup, and threw the half-eaten chicken leg on the table.

"Don't eat, don't eat!"

"What's the matter with you?" Yang Huamei asked.

Dabai: "Didn't you say that as long as I look at the account books, you will kill a chicken for me!"

Yang Huamei nodded, pointing to the bowl of braised chicken: "Didn't this be killed for you? The chicken legs weren't even chopped open."

Dabai pointed to the bowl of chicken soup, and when he realized that he had been cheated, his face was full of anger: "Then what is this? You lied to me, you lied to me, I won't eat it, and I won't look at the account books anymore!"

Yang Huamei and Wang Hongquan looked at each other, and Weng and his daughter-in-law both understood now.

Yang Huamei's face was very ugly, and Wang Hongquan smiled awkwardly.

"Why are you so protective of food, kid? I killed a chicken, and the chicken and chicken legs were all stewed in soy sauce for you to eat alone. I will cook some soup for your grandfather and your father to eat the chicken head, chicken neck, chicken wings, and chicken offal. , can't this work?"

Dabai sat there with his eyelids drooping and his mouth pouted, looking like this, he still didn't realize that his behavior was wrong.

Yang Huamei raised her hand and poked his forehead. He tilted his body, and quickly sat upright again. He rolled the whites of his eyes at Yang Huamei and squeezed his fist.

"What's wrong? I'm not in the mood to protect the food. Let me tell you a few words? Your fists are creaking, and you still want to hit my old lady?" Yang Huamei put her hands on her hips, staring at Dabai viciously.

Dabai pulled a strange smile from the corner of his mouth, and sat there with his neck stuck, like a dog who is not afraid of being scalded by boiling water.

"Being born to a white-eyed wolf like you, you son of a bitch, I've really been miserable for eight lifetimes!"

Yang Huamei was stimulated by Dabai's rebellious appearance, her heart felt sore, the corners of her eyes turned red, she turned and sat aside and raised her greasy hand to wipe her tears.

Wang Hongquan picked up the chicken leg on the table and stuffed it into Dabai's hand, deliberately bluffing his face and saying, "Okay, let's stop making trouble and eat the chicken leg."

Dabai took the chicken leg and said in a low voice, "Keep the chicken soup for me too."

Wang Hongquan was stunned for a moment, then smiled and nodded: "Okay, okay, as long as you eat obediently, don't make trouble, and don't make your mother angry, I will keep everything for you."

Obtaining this promise, Dabai grabbed the chicken leg and stuffed it into his mouth, gnawing on it and making a pig cry.

Wang Hongquan came to Yang Huamei's side and said to her, "Don't take your anger out on him for the meat that fell from your body, it's not worth it."

Yang Huamei didn't say a word, and she didn't shed any more tears while sitting there, but seeing Dabai sitting there with his feet up, eating chicken leg and chicken soup, Yang Huamei felt very uncomfortable.

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"Auntie, how does Dabai look at the account books these days?"

In the early morning of summer, before the sun rises, the pond at the entrance of the village is very cool, surrounded by women who come to do laundry.

The washing stones of Yang Huamei and Yang Ruoqing happened to be next to each other, and they happened to talk while washing.

"Hey, what do I have to say?" Yang Huamei smiled wryly while rubbing her pants.

"If it's hard to say, just pretend I didn't ask." Yang Ruoqing quickly changed her words.

Yang Huamei shook her head, "That's not what I meant, I just feel so bored!"

Yang Ruoqing remained silent, waiting patiently for Yang Huamei's next post.

"Since I took the account book back a few days ago, he didn't really want to read it. Our family is in the battle together. We came here once, both soft and hard, before agreeing to read it carefully."

"In the past few days, I killed two chickens, bought two fat-headed fish weighing four to five catties, and his uncle also gave away two catties of eels and one catty of loach. I ate a lot of good things, but I didn't read any of the account books. Finish."

"No, last night before going to bed, I went to my room specifically, saying that I want to eat sauced pig's trotters tomorrow, and I can't forget his sauced pig's trotters..."

Yang Ruoqing thought she had heard it wrong, and understood that this is the reincarnation of Zhu Bajie?
It is said that the middle-aged and the poor eat the poor, but he is not eating the poor, he is trying to eat the nine clans.

"Auntie, what are you going to do next?" Yang Ruoqing asked again.

Yang Huamei smiled wryly: "What else can I do? His grandfather went to Qingshui Town to buy pig's trotters early in the morning. The Sun's meat shed hasn't slaughtered pigs for the past few days, so they can't get pig's trotters."

Yang Ruoqing quietly wiped the sweat from her forehead, and the original intention of showing Dabai the account book herself was to use this incident to sharpen Dabai's temperament, so that he could understand that it is not easy to make money.

But he didn't expect this to become a tool for him to cheat food and drink!
"Auntie, I showed him the account book. Now it seems that I did something wrong."

Yang Huamei glanced at Yang Ruoqing in surprise, and Yang Ruoqing continued: "Auntie, there is a saying that a twisted melon is not sweet, understand that unless he wants to read the account books, any use of external force to coerce and lure him to see, Neither will work."

"Don't eat up all the chickens and ducks at home, but don't read a word, then the loss outweighs the gain."

The implication is, if it really doesn't work, let's forget it, let's all live in peace!
Yang Huamei's hands froze, she stared blankly at Yang Ruoqing.

"Qing'er, what do you mean, let him do this, and you don't care? Don't..."

Seeing that Yang Huamei's eyes were red with anxiety, Yang Ruoqing hurriedly said, "Auntie, don't do this, I don't care, it's because I don't have the ability to care, Dabai is like that cow, if a cow doesn't drink water you It's useless to push its head into the river, I really have no choice."

Yang Huamei's face turned pale, and tears fell into the water.

"Let's wait a few more days and let him eat the soy pork again. From tomorrow onwards, I won't feed him any more. He has to read the account book even if he doesn't. It's for his own future, isn't it? For me and Shuanzi!"

(End of this chapter)