Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 8310 Action
In the evening, I don't know whose family suddenly came over and invited the couple of Sifang to have dinner.

As a result, Hu Chihai drank until dark and didn't come back. He fell asleep when he came back, and he probably left the matter entrusted by the third child to the sky.

And Piansheng Yongzhi also stayed in the Taoist temple and did not come back. Yongqing didn't know where to hide and fool around. There is only one man in the backyard, Yang Huaming, who is still drunk and unconscious. He is really anxious to death!
Tan's yelling and scolding still had no effect on the four-bedroom couple, so angry that Tan directly opened the door of the room and was about to rush to the opposite West Room to knock on the door.

As soon as the door of the east room was opened, a gust of unhealthy wind suddenly rushed in, making Tan stagger and nearly fall.

Her whole body was suddenly icy cold, so cold that she was about to explode, and she suddenly didn't dare to go out when she looked at the dark yard.

"Why are my eyelids jumping so fast? Something is going to happen tonight!"

Tan tightly covered her eyelids with her hands, talking to herself.

After a while, she poked her head out and took a few glances. Obviously, the yard was still the familiar one, and no one passed by, but the old lady just had a special feeling that the yard was very dangerous, so she dared not Step out the door of the east room.

"Bang!" With a sound, Mrs. Tan hurriedly closed the door again, then lifted the quilt and got into the bed, not daring to make a sound.

Even farting, she was stuffed in the bed, the smell made her faint for a few times, and she barely survived by pinching her own Renzhong acupoint.

In the dark night, a dark figure fumbled under the windows behind the four houses.

Then, the black image climbed over the wall like a monkey, and jumped out of the backyard of Lao Yang's house without a sound. At the entrance of the alley in the distance, a dog barked. He opened his mouth and blocked the sound back into his stomach.

The north wind howled, and a pile of black clouds blew from the sky, completely covering the moon.

In the village, every household closed their doors and went out, blowing out the candles early and hiding under the covers to sleep.

But there are also people who can't sleep, can't sleep and dare not make noise.

The child was ignorant, and thought it was fun. Lying in the dark, he turned his head to look at his father on the left, and then at his mother on the right. He was inexplicably excited, and his little feet seemed to be kicking uncontrollably under the covers.

The mother took the baby into her arms and coaxed him softly, trying to make him sleep with his eyes closed and not make a fuss.

Baby does not listen.

"Mom, I want to sleep listening to a story."

Niang said, "I can't talk tonight."

"Why can't you talk?"

"Outside there are..."

Niang was about to say that there might be evil soldiers outside, or there might be thieves, but she couldn't tell for sure, because the village said everything.

"Mom, tell me, I want to hear a story..."

"Okay, okay, mother said."

The woman hugged the child even tighter, and said against the child's head: "Tonight is a special day. There are bad things outside tonight. Everyone should go to bed early. If someone makes a noise , if something outside is caused, it will be bad luck..."

"Mom, I heard Goudan said that his mother told him not to get up to pee tonight, that there are ghosts outside, and there are thieves, thieves steal food, ghosts hook people's souls, is it true?"

In such a dark night with no curtains on the windows, what the child said sent chills down the woman's back.

"Mother, are there really ghosts? Then if we close the doors and windows, they won't be able to come in?" The child asked again and again in the woman's arms.

The woman didn't know how to answer, so she could only pat the child on the back lightly, "Don't ask so many questions, go to bed quickly!"

The child twisted his body: "I can't sleep."

"Snapped!"

The calf was slapped hard, and the child's father suppressed his anger from the other side of the quilt: "If you talk nonsense, I will throw you out!"

The child was wronged and squeezed into his mother's arms, muttering as if he was accusing his father.

The father then slapped his little butt again, and threatened, "If you don't sleep, I will throw you outside, and let the strange things outside take you away!"

Ghosts serve evil people, and so do children.

No, the child didn't dare to make a fuss immediately, he quickly closed his eyes and soon fell asleep.

At the entrance of the village, behind the courtyard of Yang Huazhong's house.

Behind the yard of Yang Huazhong's house is a large field. In this season, the rapeseed in the field has not yet broken through the ground, and there was a heavy snowfall before.

So now the fields are mostly black, with occasional patches of white snow, the grass has withered long ago, the ground is frozen as hard as iron, and the ditch beside the field has long since dried up.

Now, there are several black shadows lurking in the dry ditch. The black shadows climbed up from the ditch and slowly approached the backyard door of Yang Huazhong's house.

The backyard gate was bolted from the inside, and firewood was piled on both sides of the gate.

Yang Huazhong and Mrs. Sun are used to hard work, and the straw and cotton stalks from the family's [-] acres of land were all piled up in the woodshed.

As for the pine hairs and dead branches and trees picked up on the mountain, I like to pick them up and pile them up outside the yard. They are piled high, like a small hill, covered with felt cloth and thatch to prevent rain and snow.

There is also a small hill on the other side, but it is not firewood, but a 'dung pile'.

The so-called dung heap is not real human excrement. Human excrement is discharged into the latrine.

The dung pile outside is actually the garbage house when the house was cleaned at home, and some pig manure shoveled from the pig pen, chicken manure in the chicken coop, etc., were piled together with the debris of plants and trees. .

Wind and rain, sun and rain, natural precipitation and fermentation formed after the dung heap.

Don't underestimate this dung pile, it is the best nourishment for crops, and the effect is even better than plant ash.

Every spring, the dung pile is pulled to the field before the ground is plowed for sowing, so that the crops grown in this way will grow well.

Now, these black shadows are using these two small hills as the perfect cover, hiding behind and spying on the yard in front, catching movement.

It was very quiet all around, and the courtyard was even more silent.

After a while, a figure turned out from the yard, sneaked towards the backyard, and rushed to the back, pulled the wooden bolt and opened the courtyard door, dodging to the back of the dung pile.

Several other figures swarmed in front of him and asked the situation in a low voice: "How is it? Is there a trap inside?"

"No, I checked the front house and the backyard carefully. There are no traps, no mouse traps, nothing!"

"Can't it? Isn't this like Yang Lizheng's style? He is a safe person!"

"Tigers also doze off sometimes. Besides, it's unrealistic to plant a trap at home. What if the children step on it without paying attention?"

"Okay, okay, stop speculating, this is not the time for deliberation, what we need to make sure is whether there are any traps, if not, then let's take action, don't worry!"

(End of this chapter)