Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Eat and study
Yang Huamei brightened up the tung oil lamp on the table.

"Why don't you go to the kitchen to have a look? Hold the lamp and don't stumble over it."

"Alright."

Wang Shuanzi went out holding the tung oil lamp.

Yang Huamei fiddled with another tung oil lamp by the table.

It's a shame to say it.

When I got married from my natal family, there was a box full of candles in the dowry.

That was more than ten years ago. At that time, [-]% of the households in the village were lighting tung oil lamps and soybean oil lamps. There were only two or three households that could light candles. Candles were a luxury.

But she has plenty.

Later, two children were born, and the children had to get up at night to eat, drink and change diapers, and the lights could not be turned off.

Shuanzi suggested lighting tung oil lamps all night to save money.

She scoffed at the time, how nice the candles are, they are bright and upscale, her natal parents subsidized her openly and secretly, her dowry is so generous, right?
Lighting tung oil lamps and soybean oil lamps, what a drop in price, and more importantly, I am sorry for the two twin sons.

They are big fat twins, the two stars that fell from the sky, baby lump, the dim light is too wronged for them!

Time has passed, and now, tung oil lamps and soybean oil lamps are lit at home again.

The tung oil in the tung oil lamp was not bought with money, it was the tung oil that Wang Shuanzi picked from the tung seeds on the mountain roads that Wang Shuanzi went back and forth to school, and he squeezed out the tung oil without spending any money.

Even when sleeping at night, the tung oil lamps had to be extinguished, and it was dark to get up at night.

Because to save money, there are too many places to spend money at home, and the money is given to the children to light candles.

Especially for Xiao Hei who needs to read books and even light candles, the tung oil lamp will damage his eyes.

Yang Huamei stared at the bean-sized lights on the table without blinking, and tears suddenly rolled down her cheeks.

Why do many people in the village live better and better, but my own life is getting worse and worse?

People say that children have to suffer a little when they are young, but when they grow up, it is time to enjoy the blessings.

Now, the children are getting older day by day, but has she really started to enjoy herself?
Why does she feel that her days of suffering have just begun?

When Yang Huamei was depressed and pessimistic, Wang Shuanzi came back.

Yang Huamei quickly wiped away the tears on her face and turned to look at him: "How is it? Is it time for dinner?"

Wang Shuanzi sat down, shook his head, and said to Yang Huamei: "Dad's big pig's trotters were rotten and sent to Xiao Hei's house. After the work was over, Dad went back to sleep. In the twelfth lunar month, Dad basically doesn't eat at night. Supper."

Yang Huamei was puzzled: "Your father doesn't eat it, but we eat it, and he doesn't come to say hello to us?"

Occupying the stove for so long, she couldn't use it to cook dinner. Well, he occupied the stove to give Xiao Hei a big pig's hooves. He has worked hard and is a good man.

The kitchen should come and say it when it's used up, right?
He doesn't eat it himself, but his son and daughter-in-law still have to eat it!

"Your father did it on purpose!" Yang Huamei said angrily.

Wang Shuanzi was also very helpless, "Hey, this man's temperament is similar to that of a child when he is old, and he is too protective of Xiao Hei. Let's not be as knowledgeable as him, okay?"

Yang Huamei smiled angrily: "Is your father less angry with me?"

"If I really had the same knowledge as him, when your mother passed away, we would separate the family and let him start a new one!"

Wang Shuanzi nodded repeatedly, "I know your virtuousness."

"Father, he indulges the children too much. Intergenerational relatives have spoiled the children, so he won't listen..."

Wang Shuanzi said apologetically, and then stopped talking, like a child who has done something wrong, with a guilty conscience and a little flattering look at Yang Huamei.

It seemed that her next decision could either send him to heaven or send him to hell.

Fortunately, Yang Huamei has feelings for him, and she can't bear to see his cautious and trembling appearance.

"That's all, I'm going to cook dinner."

Seeing Yang Huamei get up, Wang Shuanzi couldn't react for a while.

Shouldn't she be angry?

Yang Huamei stopped after taking two steps, turned her head and told him: "Pay the father's debt to the son, and the son's debt to the father. Your father and your son are angry with me, so don't try to be lazy..."

"Of course, I, I will help you stuff the firewood."

Wang Shuanzi also laughed, and followed Yang Huamei to the kitchen.

When passing by the door of the small black house, Wang Shuanzi stopped, and went to knock on the door lightly twice.

Candles were originally lit inside, and there was the sound of "bajibaji" gnawing a big pig's hoof.

But following Wang Shuanzi's two knocks on the door, the sound inside disappeared and the candle was extinguished.

Then came Xiao Hei's voice: "Which one? I'm already asleep!"

Wang Shuanzi turned his head to look at Yang Huamei, who shook his head.

This kid is so stupid, he lied so lowly.This brain is still Liu Zi. It is more practical to dare to do farm work at home. If you go outside to do things, you will be played to death by others!

"Xiao Hei, I know you haven't slept, come to the kitchen, Mom and Dad have something to ask you."

"Father, can we do it tomorrow? I really fell asleep and took off all my clothes..."

"If you want to go to your fourth uncle's house for dinner tomorrow, just come out honestly, otherwise you won't have to go anywhere!"

Wang Shuanzi's voice cooled down, instead of yelling, he turned around and left after speaking.

When the couple entered the stove and just lit the soybean oil lamp, and the fire in the stove was burning, Xiao Hei finally came over.

Not only Xiao Hei came, but Wang Hongquan also came.

It seemed that Wang Hongquan hadn't fallen asleep at all, and had been listening to the movement outside with his ears pricked up in the room.

"Don't let the children sleep in the cold night, what are you going to do?"

Wang Hongquan tightened his clothes, closed the door of the kitchen, and kept the north wind out.

Hearing what Wang Hongquan said, Xiao Hei rubbed his eyes on purpose, pretending that he really got up from the bed.

But his parents didn't let him go back.

So he shrunk his neck and turned his eyes from Wang Shuanzi to Yang Huamei.

Yang Huamei buried her head in kneading her face, she didn't look at him at all.

At this moment, Wang Shuanzi quietly opened his mouth: "I called you here tonight to ask you about your studies and what are your thoughts."

"What idea?"

Xiao Hei stopped pretending now, and stared blankly at Wang Shuanzi, "Father, I have no idea."

"Why don't you have any ideas? You are fifteen or sixteen years old, and we have to be prepared to explain it to the farmers. You have to find a job to earn money to support yourself, your wife and children, and your parents."

"Father, I really don't have any ideas. I, don't I just eat and study, and then I eat and then I study..."

Yang Huamei threw the rolling pin to Xiao Hei's feet with a bang, "Eat, study, eat and study? Don't you know how much you ate and how much you read? You can't read well and you're just tossing around." Our money, you heartless bastard!"

(End of this chapter)