Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Too much fart
Mrs. Tan is small and thin, leaning on a cane in one hand and sitting on the lid of the water tank for stability, while grabbing a handful of fried soybeans with the other hand, biting them until they are crunchy.

It's really enviable to have such good teeth at the age of sixty.

Hearing Sun's words, Tan's cheeks moved: "What do you want from me?"

Mrs. Sun explained his intention.

Tan said 'oh', but didn't say anything.

Yang Huamei put the lid back on the pot and stewed, then turned to Sun and said, "Sister-in-law three, my mother lives well with me, why did you take her back?"

Mrs. Sun said truthfully to Yang Huamei: "Your third brother means that it is not convenient to live in your house for a long time in the hot weather. Before, you were not in good condition and worried about being with you. Now that you are fine, mother will go back with us. Stay here, it will be Menglan Festival soon."

Yang Huamei wanted to say something more, but Tan moved her body: "The old couple are right, go and clean up for me, and I will go back later."

"Mother, why are you in such a hurry, I cooked braised pork at noon, let's go after eating!"

"Mother, don't worry, I just came to say hello to you first, I have to go to the old house to clean up the room for you later, open the windows for ventilation, and the third child will come to pick you up in the evening."

"That's okay. I'll go there in the evening, just to accompany me, Meier." Tan Shi said, and sat back again.

The lid of the old Wang’s water tank is not made of wood, but a sieve made of bamboo strips, with a handle left on the sieve for easy carrying.

"Grandma, why don't you sit there, you have to sit there, and you will fall into the water tank later!"

Ever since Yang Ruoqing rejected Yang Huamei's braised pork, she focused all her attention on Tan Shi.

This old lady is sitting in a weird position, she has to sit on the edge of the water tank if she doesn't do it, is this acrobatics?
Putting a fart in the water tank, the old Wang's cooking and drinking water all smelled of her fart.

"Don't worry, I can't fall."

"Grandma, of course I know you can't fall, but you have to make sure you don't fart in the water tank, that bamboo sieve can't stop the smell of fart."

"You fat ass, do you think everyone is you? Too much bullshit... 吥!"

"Hahaha……"

Although it's impolite to laugh at people for farting, Yang Ruoqing tried her best and couldn't hold back.

"You fat ass... oh, oh oh oh..."

Originally thought that it was just a little fart that didn't live up to it, but it turned out that it was just a terrible beginning, and the big troops were behind.

Tan's fart sounded rumbling after eating too much fried beans, as if a thousand troops were roaring towards her. She couldn't control herself when she was blown up. .

Sun and Yang Huamei were afraid that she would fall, so they went up to help her up, one on the left and the other on the right. Yang Huamei peeked behind Tan, and the smoke billowed straight into the bamboo sieve covering the water tank.

God, this is a tank of fart, can I still have it?Yang Huamei's heart suddenly became cold.

"I talk a lot, I have a lot of farts, but I still have a lot of milk. This series of farts is so soulful, my granddaughter admires it!"

Yang Ruoqing covered her nose and retreated to the door of the kitchen, her eyes exposed above the back of her hands had already turned into crescent moons.

Tan's old face was flushed red, and being supported by Yang Huamei and Sun, she was so angry that she couldn't speak.

The gas in my stomach can't come out from the upper hole, so it can only come out from below, and two more thunderstorms ended, because I used too much force and brought out a little bit of feces, and suddenly, the smell of braised pork in the kitchen was mixed with Mixed with a trace of smell.

Mrs. Sun has a good temper, and she even wiped off Mrs. Tan's toilet. This is a small scene, and she didn't even frown.

This is a pain for Yang Huamei.

"Mom, what's the matter? Is it a stomachache?"

"What a fart, I ate too much fried beans, and my stomach is full of gas."

"My God, why do you eat so many fried beans?"

"Why? Fatty girl laughed at me, now even you despise me?"

"Mom, I didn't mean that..."

"Then what do you mean?"

"I don't mean either, I'm just worried that you will spoil your stomach after eating."

"Hmph, people are so pitiful when they are old. If you fart two more, you will be disgusted. I will go back to the old house and not be an eyesore here."

Angrily, Tan rushed to the door of the kitchen, while Sun and Yang Huamei helped her coax her non-stop.

"Auntie, the braised pork is going to burn." Yang Ruoqing shouted, pointing at the pot that was starting to emit black smoke.

Yang Huamei was startled, and quickly let go. Tan turned around and lifted the lid of the pot to save her braised pork.

Here, Mrs. Tan became even more angry, stomped her feet and rushed out of the kitchen.

When passing by Yang Ruoqing, her footsteps not only stopped but also accelerated, but the road was not going to the courtyard door, but to the main room.

The old lady said harsh words on purpose to cover up her embarrassment.

Yang Ruoqing didn't expose it again.

Mrs. Sun supported Mrs. Tan to walk towards the main room, and turned her head to tell Yang Ruoqing: "You wait for me there, don't come here."

Yang Ruoqing nodded.

Mrs. Tan wanted to change her pants, and the last person she wanted to see at this moment was Yang Ruoqing, because in front of Yang Ruoqing, she was always deflated, her aura was suppressed everywhere, and she was unhappy.

In the kitchen, Yang Huamei breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly put the braised pork and potatoes into bowls.

A little later, the meat will be burnt beyond recognition, I'm really sorry for that pig.

"Qing'er, it's a good thing you reminded me, otherwise this noon would not count as a bad meal, and the money for weighing the meat would have been wasted." Yang Huamei put the dishes away, turned around and expressed sincere thanks.

Without Mrs. Tan here, Yang Ruoqing also put away the laughing and joking look she had before.

"Auntie, is this a special day?" She pointed to the bowl of braised pork and asked.

Yang Huamei was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "Today is your Uncle Shuanzi's birthday."

"Oh!" Yang Ruoqing was stunned.

"I didn't prepare any gifts, so I can only verbally wish my uncle good health and a long life."

For a birthday gift, there is probably nothing more practical than prolonging his life, right?

Sure enough, Yang Huamei smiled and said with emotion, "You are blessed. With the auspicious words you said, I also hope that your uncle can live a few more years."

"Auntie, you have changed a little bit from before."

Yang Ruoqing pinched two fingers, and gestured while talking with a smile.

"Oh? What changed? Is it for the better or the worse?"

Yang Ruoqing thought for a while, "What do you say? In the past, you would have been reluctant to weigh the meat on Uncle Shuanzi's birthday. Even if you weighed the meat, it might not be on his birthday. It must happen that both Dabai and Xiaohei are at home, and everyone is together. It is only called meat when it is eaten by children."

"I've never seen you adults eating meat at home. You used to be too harsh on yourself and thought about your children. Now, you have a little bit of yourself in your eyes, so this change should be regarded as What do you think, auntie?"

(End of this chapter)