Who understands? I took the library with me to farm

Chapter 14 Dayan Camera

At noon, Mrs. Feng Liu came back and cooked a large pot of pimple soup with cabbage leaves. She went to the West Room to give He Miao a bowl first, letting her eat it while it was hot.

Although He Miao was hungry, she had no appetite at all staring at the food that was so mushy and sticky like swill. She just wished she couldn't open a certain app and order takeout right now.

However, my legs and feet were inconvenient and I couldn't cook, so I had to make do with what I had.

The days of recuperation are always difficult. Even though my silly husband is with me, I am still bored.

He Miao had nothing to do, so he simply dug out a brush and inkstone and some pieces of cursive rice paper from the bottom of the cupboard, and practiced writing calligraphy using them.

Feng Yuanlang also came to join in the fun, sketching on the paper stroke by stroke with such concentration that he didn't even notice the ink on his nose when he started to draw.

He Miao raised her hand to wipe it for him. The ink that dried on the tip of her nose was stubborn. She dipped her finger in some tea and rubbed it gently for a few times. Feng Yuanlang's tall and fair nose was revealed again.

She couldn't help admiring this perfect profile for a while, and when she lowered her head, her eyes accidentally glanced at the paper on the table.

There was a drawing on the paper of two people sitting facing each other and laughing. When I looked closely, I saw it was the brush version of Nobita and Shizuka.

"Did you draw this?" He Miao couldn't believe it. Feng Yuanlang actually drew the characters in the comics with just a few strokes, and they were almost the same as the original ones.

Feng Yuanlang nodded happily and said, "The drawing book my wife showed me also contained a guy with a round head and round hands. I can't tell what it is, so Yuen Long didn't draw it."

"Look at these two villains, how fun they are, but their clothes and hair are different from ours." Feng Yuanlang looked at his "masterpiece" with a look of confusion on his face.

"Yuen Long, you can draw another one, just draw me. Draw what I look like now." He Miao had a sudden idea and sat upright, resting his elbows on the quilt roll.

Feng Yuanlang agreed immediately, licked the tip of his pen, glanced at He Miao, and then immersed himself in drawing.

It took less than a quarter of an hour to finish the painting. He Miao took it over and looked at it. It was simply a "portrait" with ink and wash special effects. The expressions and postures were lifelike and lifelike.

She knew that Feng Yuanlang had a good memory, but she didn't expect it to be so good, with a photographic memory, and excellent painting skills. He was worthy of being a famous child prodigy in eight villages across ten miles.

"The paintings are so similar! It's like a camera. Hurry, let's draw a few more to see." He Miao got excited, changing her hairstyle and posture, and asked Feng Yuanlang to draw them one by one.

When Feng Yuanlang saw that his wife was so happy, he was also happy and started writing one picture after another.

Sure enough, no matter which dynasty we live in, "taking selfies" is always the best way to pass the time. The two of us spent the entire afternoon posing and painting.

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After dinner that night, the whole family rested early. They were all exhausted from working in the fields all day.

There was no silence in the second room of the east house. Chen Xiu'e lowered her voice and asked her man: "Feng Laoer, have you grown up? Are you hiding your evil intentions? Are you very happy before and after running away?"

When Feng Erzhuang heard that it was because he was concerned about He Miao's affairs during the day, he was too lazy to argue and pulled the quilt over his head.

Chen Xiu'e refused to give up and tore at the quilt: "Don't pretend to be dead. Who is she to you? Are you treating her with such sincerity and sincerity?"

Feng Erzhuang was so disturbed that he shouted at the top of his voice: "She is our third sibling, why should I help her so much?"

"Okay, I finally admit it. I think you want to help to the end. Just help the little widow carry your old Feng family's seed in her belly so that she can give you a baby. You guys The whole family is happy!”

Chen Xiu'e gnashed her teeth and cursed, and Feng Erzhuang was so angry that he moved the mattress under the kang and lay down directly on the dirt floor.

Feng Huandi, who was sleeping at the end of the kang, was frightened awake by her parents' quarrel and burst into tears. Chen Xiu'e was worried about disturbing her parents-in-law, so she had no choice but to give up and coax the child to sleep.

In the following days, the Feng family still went out early and came back late, farming under the stars.

Mrs. Feng Liu had told He Miao not to take care of other tasks, but that the living animals in the house needed to be taken care of.

The two cows were entrusted to the neighbor's Baozhu to take Zhaodi and Dabao to graze. The chickens, ducks and geese needed to be fed once in the morning. In the afternoon, the poultry pens were opened and they were allowed to look for earthworms and grass seeds in the yard.

Feng Yuanlang couldn't control the amount of wheat bran, rice bran and bean dregs to feed, so He Miao had to worry more, teaching him to mix the ingredients according to the amount, and always take care of the poultry released from the pen to avoid running into other people's homes, which would cause heavy losses.

Apart from these two things, the two of them just spent time eating, drinking, drawing and painting.

The mother-in-law and the sisters-in-law take turns going home to cook at noon every day, leaving a portion for He and Miao, and then carrying the rice back to the fields to eat.

He Miao only had a sprained foot, so she lay on the kang and just opened her mouth to eat. The two sisters-in-law were very unhappy, but they did not dare to say it in front of their mother-in-law.

At noon that day, it was Li Huahua's turn to go home and cook.

"Sister-in-law, wait for me. I'll accompany you back and get some water in advance to save you some effort." Chen Xiu'e quickly caught up with Li Huahua.

Along the way, Chen Xiu'e didn't stop chattering.

"Sister-in-law, our family's blessings have all been enjoyed by our three younger siblings without doing anything. However, the two of us can't manage well both inside and outside. We just have bad lives."

Li Huahua was already unwilling, and when she heard the word "fateful", she became even more angry.

"Why should our lives be so cheap? I was raised by a wealthy family, so why can't I be compared to her, a stinky widow?"

Chen Xiu'e took the opportunity to add insult to injury and said, "Well, my third brother is really stupid. He stays here all day long and never leaves us. He doesn't even help us carry a bucket of water. He just feeds the chickens. Maybe he can even feed us to death. Only."

Li Huahua raised his eyebrows: "We are all Lao Feng's family, no one can be idle! I, the sister-in-law, will have to take care of it later."

Chen Xiu'e smiled slyly and suddenly covered her waist and said: "Hey, sister-in-law, my waist is sprained at work. I'm afraid I can't go back to carry water. Let's do it this way. If it doesn't work, let my third brother help me. I'll go back to the ground first." It’s in.”

After that, he ran away quickly.

Li Huahua really took these words to heart and thought about how to fix the third brother and his wife along the way.

After arriving home, I steamed seven or eight sweet potatoes, stewed a pot of shepherd's purse and potatoes, and added three or four thin slices of bacon. I cooked the rice, leaving some in the pot, and put the rest into a wooden food box.

After Li Huahua finished her work, she took the opportunity to take a break, went back to the house, put on her clothes and fell down. Thinking about Chen Xiu'e's words, she got up and quietly went to the backyard to mix a large pot of chicken food and brought it to the chicken coop.

Normally, chickens can sense hunger and satiety and stop mouthing when they are full. However, chicks' satiety sensory nerves have not yet developed and they can easily overeat or even die.

In the morning, Feng Yuanlang had already fed the chicken according to his wife's instructions, and Li Huahua's pot of chicken food was about to become the "life reminder" for the little chicken.

"I'll make you arrogant, make you yell, and I'll kill you, you wretch!" Li Huahua pointed at Sang and scolded Huai while feeding the chickens.

Little Chicken: Who did I offend? I am wronged!

(End of this chapter)