Splendid peasant girl busy farming

6773 - Can't afford it

At that time, Mrs. Sun knelt down beside the bed with a thud, tears streaming down her face: "Father, the third child really didn't do it on purpose, you should just let him go this time, and I will kowtow to you..."

Yang Huazhong pulled Sun Shi up and yelled at her: "Why are you kneeling? Was he bluffed?"

Mrs. Sun was startled, and looked at Yang Huazhong with tears in her eyes.

"He can sue whoever he wants, and I just pushed him?"

Yang Huazhong looked at the mess on the ground and said harshly.

"The food has been delivered to my mouth, and if I don't eat it, I will waste it. Do we owe him?"

"If you were someone else's child, with such an old man on the stall, even your own father and I would have dumped him to the back of the mountain. Let's do our utmost to be kind. He will fall down if he likes to eat or not!"

After Yang Huazhong finished speaking, he didn't let Mrs. Sun clean up the things on the ground, and dragged her out of the house.

He didn't let go until he was outside in the yard.

"Father Qing'er, don't be so angry, the old man will do something later... We can't bear this responsibility."

Yang Huazhong sneered, and turned his head to look at Westinghouse: "He can set the blame on him, so he won't do stupid things anymore, let's go, I'll send you back first."

"I don't need you to send it off, you can stay with dad, there can't be no one here."

Sun patted Yang Huazhong's hand and gave him a reassuring smile.

Yang Huazhong lowered his head, his eyes fell on Mrs. Sun's dirty trousers, "Is it ironed?"

Mrs. Sun also buried her head and looked at her body, and shook her head with a smile: "I wear thick clothes, it's fine, I can just change it when I go home later."

Yang Huazhong frowned, and clenched his hands into fists.

Sun's face changed slightly, and he opened his fist: "I'm really fine, you go in and be with dad, don't quarrel with him anymore."

"Ah."

"You also ate your own food while it was hot, and it made you sick to your stomach when it got cold."

"it is good."

"Then I'm going back?"

"Well, wait a minute..."

"What's the matter?"

"I came here early in the morning, and I don't know how Da'an is recovering?" Yang Huazhong asked again.

Sun smiled: "Da'an is much better. I drank a big bowl of sweet potato porridge for breakfast and ate a steamed bun."

Yang Huazhong's face showed a little slack: "That's good. Also, did Feng'er and Fuwa miss me?"

Sun thought for a while, then smiled and said: "Feng'er is sensible now, she knew you were here, so she didn't ask. But, Fuwa misses you."

Yang Huazhong's eyes lit up a little, "Oh? What is she talking about about me?"

"When you had breakfast, your place was empty, and Xiao An sat there. Fuwa put down her small bowl and swayed to push Xiao An away. Da An said that she thought it was the seat of the master, and her uncle was not allowed to sit. ..."

Yang Huazhong burst out laughing, the King of Bitter Gourd finally showed a long-lost smile.

"Yes, the fifth child comes to change shifts in the afternoon, so I'll take time to go back and see Fuwa."

"Okay, then she must be happy. I like Grandpa, and I like Grandpa holding her to ride a big horse..."

When the couple used to get together and talk about their three children, it was very exciting.

No matter how poor life is, as long as the three children are struggling, the couple will feel that there is hope for life, and they will have endless energy to work.

At this age, what the couple likes to talk about the most is discussing interesting stories about their grandchildren and grandchildren.

The same little thing, even if it is said ten thousand times, is still interesting.

Undoubtedly, it is also the best flavoring agent in this depressed predicament, allowing Yang Huazhong to temporarily forget his troubles.

……

When the sun was in the west, Dasun and his wife were killing pigs in the yard.

Old Yangtou was accompanied by the little old Yangtou, and Yang Huazhong and his brothers were able to catch their breath, sitting at home smoking dry cigarettes and chatting, but they couldn't talk about why. The brothers rolled up their sleeves and came over to help press the pig.

It's already the nineteenth day of the twelfth lunar month, and the Dasun couple are going to get busy.

Why?

Because they are husband and wife butchers in Changping Village, the people who raise pigs in the village want to kill big fat pigs for the New Year.

Keep an appropriate amount of pork to entertain relatives and friends during the first month, and give tooth sacrifices to the family. The remaining pork will be sold for money.

The crops in the fields are not high these days, so it would be nice to be able to provide food for the whole family without taxes!
I usually want to buy something, so where does the living water money come from?
Saving eggs for salt and soy sauce, selling chickens and ducks to sell cotton, beans and peanuts, and other subsidies, the biggest source of living water money is raising pigs.

Every household wants to raise pigs, but raising pigs is also a technical job.

Not to mention that it costs a lot of money to buy piggies, and it is not easy to feed piggies all day long.

Therefore, [-]% of the households in the village raised pigs, and another [-]% had piggies who died due to various reasons. In the twelfth lunar month, there were only a few households that could have piggies slaughtered.

Scarcity is the most precious thing, so the Sun family's pig farm is a big deal in the eyes of the villagers.

And every year in the twelfth lunar month, people who don't raise pigs count on the Sun family to slaughter the pigs for the New Year.

"Sister Sun, I greeted you a few days ago for this pig, you have to give me fifty catties!"

Yang Huaming pulled the pig's tail and held a thatch pole in his mouth, raised his head and shouted loudly to Mrs. Sun who was sharpening the knife over there.

Da Sun turned her head and laughed at him: "I said, fourth, in the past, your family only asked me for [-] catties of pork for the Chinese New Year. How come this year's population has decreased by one, so you have to ask for more pork?"

Yang Huaming laughed.

The reason is very simple, the conditions are better than in previous years, and the food and clothing will naturally rise with the tide!
Daniu and Dayun are also here to help, hearing that Dayun also teased: "Fourth brother, you don't need to buy fifty catties, you don't need thirty catties, you can just buy fifteen or twenty catties. "

Yang Huaming's eyes widened: "That's not enough to fit between the teeth!"

Dayun covered his mouth and smiled, "Why not enough? In the past, during Chinese New Year, a girl named Ju'er would give you wine and meat, but this year there is an extra girl who will give you wine and meat!"

When Yang Huaming heard it, it was really reasonable!
However, he still shook his head: "What the girls gave me doesn't conflict with what I bought. I'll buy more for Mrs. Liu to marinate, and I can give back to the girls later."

"Hey, there are not many generous old men like me!"

Everyone laughed, and the laughter covered the terrified cries of the 200-jin big fat pig.

The cheerful laughter also temporarily paralyzed the panic of the big fat pig from a certain aspect. Just when it was careless, Da Sun went around to it and stabbed the sharpened knife into its neck...

"Tsk tsk, this eldest sister of the Sun family is really tough, and she and the third sister-in-law are completely different from each other."

Looking at Da Sun who was disemboweling the pig over there, Yang Huaming lightly touched Yang Huazhong's arm and whispered.

(End of this chapter)