Five-year-old little girl: Mom has thousands of acres of material space

The autumn rain lasted for more than ten days and finally stopped.

In the past few days, except for Chun Ya, who carried a basket of grass on her back every day to feed Jiang Xiaoxiao's poultry, everyone else who came to work at her house was delayed because of the rain.

Liu Dagang and Zhao Youcai were busy baking rice at home and cutting firewood on the mountain in the rain. Sister-in-law Zhao temporarily went home to rest because the kiln could not be used due to continuous rain.

"Sister Xiaoxiao, the rain has stopped. I'll give this umbrella back to you." Chunya returned the oil-paper umbrella that Jiang Xiaoxiao had lent to her mother.

Because it rained continuously, it was difficult for her to wear the raincoat because she was small, so Jiang Xiaoxiao simply let her keep using it. When the rain stopped, she had to return it.

The price of an oil-paper umbrella is not cheap. She had only seen ladies and ladies from wealthy families in the town using it before. Farmers like them all used raincoats.

When weaving coir raincoats in the village, we usually use coir raincoats and thatch, which are found in ponds, ditches or riversides. They are cut and spread on the flat ground to dry in the dog days of summer. After drying, we can weave coir raincoats.

Jiang Xiaoxiao took the oil-paper umbrella handed over by Chun Ya, looked up at the already clear sky, and said, "Sister Chun Ya, let your mother come to my house tomorrow to see the kiln."

Now that the rain has stopped, it is urgent to build a house. The cement at home is probably not enough, and lime must continue to be burned.

"...Hmm." Chunya nodded silently and said nothing.

"What's wrong, Sister Chunya?" Jiang Xiaoxiao noticed something strange about her, "What happened to your family?"

"My father... Rascal Zhao came to see my mother again..." Chun Ya bit her lower lip and changed her words, "He said that Widow Xu was pregnant with his seed and couldn't do any work, so he asked my mother to help him collect it. rice……"

Jiang Xiaoxiao: "..."

How can people be so shameless?

"Has your mother gone?" she asked.

Chunya shook her head vigorously: "If my mother doesn't go, he will stay at our house and never leave. He also scolds my mother for not thinking about our old relationship..."

Hearing this, Jiang Xiaoxiao almost laughed out loud. A man cheated on his wife and had a child with his mistress. In the end, when he was with his mistress, he had to let his ex-wife be his mistress, otherwise he would not miss the old relationship. How could he have the face to say that? Such words?

"Your mother did the right thing." Jiang Xiaoxiao gave Sister-in-law Zhao a thumbs up, "Zhao scoundrel could have collected the rice when he came to harass your house at that time. He is just too lazy to work and wants your mother to be like before. Serve him."

Rascal Zhao's family didn't have much farmland, which was left over from his ancestors. In the end, it would not exceed twenty acres in his hands. If he and Widow Xu worked harder, they could harvest it in five or six days.

"Sister Xiaoxiao, you don't know..." Chun Ya suddenly lowered her voice and said, "When I went to cut the grass today, I passed by his family's field. Only half of the rice in it was harvested, and the rest was flooded by rain. It’s gone, it’s all rotting in the ground…”

After listening to Chun Ya's words, Jiang Xiaoxiao showed a true expression on her face.

Previously, less than half of the people in the village did not listen to Li Zheng's advice and harvested the rice early. Zhao Lailai was one of them. The rice in the field was beaten to pieces by hail. Others were too lazy and unwilling to save it. They almost waited for the whole village to finish harvesting the rice. It was only when the rain stopped that he realized the seriousness of the matter.

He hurriedly asked Widow Xu to go with him to harvest rice in the fields, but Widow Xu was unwilling. It was raining outside and the ground was slippery and it was easy to fall. She used the child in her belly as an excuse not to go.

But she was a smart person and knew that those dozens of acres of rice were the family's only source of food, so she encouraged Rascal Zhao to find Sister Zhao to help cut the rice. In her eyes, Sister-in-law Zhao is an honest, dutiful and cowardly rural woman. She has no source of livelihood since the divorce. She still has two daughters to support at home. At worst, if she comes to help cut the rice, just give her a few kilograms of grain. .

But in the end, Zhao Lailai not only failed to find anyone, but was also kicked out.

He didn't understand that Mrs. Zhao used to be someone who wouldn't fight back when hit or scolded. As long as he opened his mouth, she would do whatever he asked her to do. Now she dared not listen to him and even dared to drive him away with a broom!

Rascal Zhao was so angry that he hit someone directly. He wanted Mrs. Zhao to kneel down and beg him like before. However, before he could take action, Mrs. Zhao whipped her with the head of a broom and made her cry like a wolf.

He wanted to fight back, but his strength was no match for Mrs. Zhao, who was used to farm work, and she screamed after being beaten.

When the villagers heard the sound, they all came out to watch the fun.

He was ashamed and angry. The woman who had beaten and scolded him in the past dared to be so strong. He couldn't beat a woman like Mrs. Zhao, and was laughed at. In the end, he could only walk away in despair.

After listening to Chunya's vivid description, Jiang Xiaoxiao couldn't help but applaud Sister-in-law Zhao for what she was doing now: "Well done Aunt Zhao! Rascal Zhao is a loser who bullies the weak and fears the strong. As long as your mother is not afraid of him and dares to fight back, Rascal Zhao will I won’t dare to harass your home again.”

"That's right, my mother is so awesome now!" Chunya proudly puffed up her chest, with a smile on her face, "It's just...it's a pity that there are so many rice."

Although Zhao Lailai finally went to save the rice, it was too late, and more than half of the rice rotted in the ground.

He was reluctant to burn the kang to dry the rice, and he was even less willing to brave the heavy rain to go to the mountains to cut firewood. The harvested rice was piled wet in the house, regardless of whether it was moldy or not.

Jiang Xiaoxiao sneered: "I'll see what he does when it comes time to pay taxes."

As the heavy rain stopped, people in the village began to get busy.

Jiang Xiaoxiao and her mother took the fabric to find Qiu Lianniang that day, and happened to see Qiu Lianniang about to leave home.

"Hey, Xiaoxiao, why are you here? I was just going to find you." Qiu Lianniang pointed to several large bags of grain tied up in the courtyard, "My rice is dried and I want to take it to the town to sell some. , I went to Uncle Zhao to borrow an ox cart this morning, but his ox cart has been borrowed by the villagers, so I wanted to borrow your carriage to help carry it."

"No problem." Jiang Wei nodded in agreement.

After saying that, she handed the basket filled with fabrics to Jiang Xiaoxiao, then turned around and went home to pull the carriage.

It happened that she was going to the carpenter's shop in the town. The rain stopped and it was time to start making arrangements for building a house.

Jiang Xiaoxiao handed the basket to Qiu Lianniang and said, "Aunt Qiulian, there are some fabrics in here. Can you help me and my mother make a few sets of autumn shirts? We will pay the wages."

"How much does it cost to help?" Qiu Lianniang took the basket and gave her a strange look.

Jiang Xiaoxiao smiled and said nothing. The basket was covered with a piece of cloth. You couldn't tell what kind of cloth was inside. There was half a tael of silver pressed under the cloth.

Qiu Lianniang turned around and went back to put the basket away, then came out and waited with Jiang Xiaoxiao for a while, before Jiang Wei arrived with the carriage.

Before Jiang Wei opened the curtain, Zhao Youcai also went out and helped move all the big bags of rice he wanted to sell into the carriage.