Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 7518
Yang Yongqing also suppressed the upside-down hair, and said, "That's right, we are brave enough to bear it."

Yang Huazhong glanced at the two stubborn ones, and shook his head secretly.

Then he came over to light the dry cigarette for little old Yang, and said, "Uncle, there are no outsiders here, so please tell me what's going on!"

The little old Yang took two puffs of dry cigarette, and said, "You guys just listen to this matter as a dream, there is no need to take it seriously."

"It was the night before. Before going to bed, I drank too much tea and couldn't fall asleep for a long time. I heard the sound of someone walking in the yard outside."

"I'm afraid that some thieves have sneaked into the yard, and you are living in the backyard again, so I'll go outside and take a look."

"When I opened the door, I coughed on purpose. If a thief heard the noise, they might run away in fright."

"When I opened the door, a black figure flashed in front of me and swayed straight into my elder brother's room next door."

"On the spot, I shivered, and the hairs all over my body stood on end!"

"But I still bravely rushed out and shouted: Who is it?"

"There is no one outside!"

"Uncle, is it a ghost?" Mrs. Liu also boldly asked excitedly.

Little Old Yang shook his head: "It's hard to say, maybe it's my eyesight, maybe it's the shadow of the tree."

"Anyway, just take this matter as a dream and listen to it..."

"Uncle, let me ask another question." Mrs. Liu asked again.

"You ask."

"Is the black shadow you saw tall?"

"not tall."

Liu's two palms touched each other: "That's the end, my mother's head is there. I heard that before a person dies, the soul can't return to the body, and often leaves the body to wander around..."

"Shut up!" Yang Huaming cut off Liu's words with a dark face.

Liu wanted to refute a few words, but when she glanced at Yang Huaming, she found that his expression was not the same as before. If she refuted by herself at this moment, it might completely anger him and make him take it seriously.

Liu Shi is very precise about when it is okay to spoil, and when it is good to accept it.

This is also the battle experience summed up from fighting with Yang Huaming for many years. There is no way, this is how the fighting couple get along.

On this side, Mrs. Liu closed her mouth, while Mrs. Sun thought about it and made a sound on the other side.

Sun said: "It's better to believe in its existence than in its non-existence. Otherwise, I'll go to a Taoist temple and ask Daoist Yuan for a divination? See if there's any way to solve it?"

Bao Suyun raised her head: "I'll go with my third sister-in-law."

"That counts me too!" Mrs. Liu found a suitable opportunity and spoke again.

It's good to go to the Taoist temple to have fun, I haven't left the village for a long time, and my whole body is full of green hair!

The most important thing is that you can also hear what Yuan Daochang has to say for the first time.

Yang Huazhong and Yang Huaming looked at each other, and Yang Huaming said, "Third Brother, you can make up your mind, we will listen to you!"

Yang Huazhong was a little undecided, and looked at the little old Yang again: "Uncle, what do you think?"

The little old Yang pondered for a while, and said: "Then go ask, it's good to find peace of mind."

So it was decided.

Because it was already afternoon at this time, the three sisters-in-law of the Sun family discussed and planned to go to the Taoist temple early tomorrow morning.

"Let's go when the sky is bright, and we won't delay the morning work when we come back." Sun said.

Neither Bao Suyun nor Liu Shi had any objections.

I took a casual rest at noon, avoiding the most intense period of the day, and in the afternoon, everyone went to work in the old house step by step.

As the night fell, the resettlement site at the south end of the village gradually became lively.

Now a very strange phenomenon has formed in the village. During the daytime, the resettlement site is the most deserted, and the village is the busiest.

Why?

Because everyone counted as one, they all entered the village in broad daylight, busy cleaning up their flooded houses.

Pick one or two things that are barely usable from a pile of soaked things and drag them to the yard to dry. In this way, when you repair the house and make furniture later, you can save three or two bucks.

And when it was dark, everyone finished their work, first went to the porridge shed to get free steamed buns and porridge, brought them back to the resettlement site to eat and drink, and then the children played outside, and the adults waved cattail fans in groups We gossip together and talk about family affairs, and the topics we talk about are all about rebuilding our homes after the disaster.

In the big tent of the old Wang's house.

It was very stuffy in the tent, Hongmei squatted on the ground and was bathing the baby, while Yang Huamei helped her.

Wang Hongquan and Xiao Hei, grandpa and grandson, were sitting at the door of the tent with big bowls, eating dinner. Hearing the voices of Yang Huamei and the others teasing the baby in the tent behind him, Xiao Hei didn't think much of it (all his thoughts were on the things in the bowl), while Wang Hongquan The old man was full of satisfaction.

Although Shuanzi died young, at least a fat grandson was added to the family, and the popularity continued again.

"It's really not a human life in this tent. We adults can bear it, but children will suffer."

Yang Huamei held her eldest grandson's round head and chattered with Hongmei.

"I thought our eldest grandson was a lucky one to be born in a brand-new house and sleep in a brand-new cradle, but he didn't expect to catch up with this natural disaster."

"Look, this body has been bitten by mosquitoes in several places, it hurts me so much!"

Those dead mosquitoes seemed to have opened their minds. They didn't bite adults, but they just caught such a young child and kept biting them.

These nights, Yang Huamei took advantage of the child's sleep, sat next to the child and rolled up her sleeves and trousers, in order to let the mosquitoes bite her.

When the mosquitoes are full from sucking her blood, shouldn't they stop biting her precious grandson?

As a result, the mosquitoes just avoided her and didn't bite, and let him sleep until the light of day. When he woke up in the morning, his precious grandson's face, arms, and little feet were all covered with red rashes...

She was so angry that she wished she could burn down the broken tent and die with those mosquitoes.

Hongmei buried her head and gently bathed her son, listening to Yang Huamei's words in her ears, and dismissing the "distressed" her mother-in-law said in her heart.

But he echoed and said: "There are indeed a lot of mosquitoes, and it will be fine when we return to the village."

When it came to returning to the village, Yang Huamei was in trouble.

In the past, she must have gone back to her mother's house early to find her brother and nephews to help clean up the house.

But isn't this the quarrel just a while ago!

When she left with Xiao Hei in a fit of anger that night, her mother Tan chased her out of the yard to persuade her.

At that time, she swore in front of her old mother that she would never come to beg her natal family again in her life, and she wanted to keep this promise, even if she never had contact with her natal family, even if she never had this natal family again, she didn't care!
Her natal family bound and humiliated Xiao Hei, beat her, scolded her...it was her last repayment to her natal family.

She doesn't owe her natal family anything!
So now that other people's families are busy cleaning up the houses in the village, Yang Huamei is in trouble.

"Don't worry, your grandfather and Xiao Hei go back to clean up every day. When it's almost time, we can move back. At most, it will be three or two days later than other people's houses."

Yang Huamei can only comfort Hongmei in this way.

Is it really okay to be three or two days late?To be honest, Yang Huamei herself has no idea.

(End of this chapter)