Kuaiwen: I earn a pension by breaking through the game

Chapter 309: Eighteen Bends on the Mountain Road (14)

Sure enough, the thinking of a fool is difficult for ordinary people to understand.

Jiang Qiuchen was quite touched by the long-lost fried eggs. He finally got to eat something nutritious!
Although it is little, it is better than nothing.

After savoring it carefully, Jiang Qiuchen swallowed all the poached eggs and quickened his movements.

They worked hard and finally cleaned up all the potatoes dug out from the field before Old Mrs. Dong arrived.

Then he sat down on the ground, but before he had time to rest, he heard someone shouting from above.

"Er Ya! Have you finished harvesting the potatoes?"

"When you're done harvesting, carry your basket back to eat. If you haven't finished harvesting, keep harvesting!"

Jiang Qiuchen struggled to stand up, used all his strength to pull up the backpack, put it on his back, and walked back staggeringly.

"I've finished collecting! I'll be right there!"

Back in the yard, Jiang Qiuchen squatted beside the water tank. He scooped a spoonful of water and was about to wash the mud off his hands when he was suddenly hit on the head by Old Lady Dong.

"You damn girl! I fetched water from home bucket by bucket, and you're just going to waste it like this?!"

"This is clean water. If you want to wash your hands, use the porcelain basin in the corner!"

Jiang Qiuchen rubbed the back of his head, which was still aching, with his wrist, suppressed his anger, stood up and walked towards the corner.

"I know. I won't dare to do that next time."

The water in the porcelain basin had already become turbid, I don’t know if it was the result of washing hands so many times.

Although Jiang Qiucheng felt disgusted, there was nothing he could do so he had to endure it and wash faster.

There was one more dish at noon than in the morning, which was sauerkraut pickled in a jar. Although it looked black, it was still quite delicious with rice.

In addition, Jiang Qiuchen had been working since morning till now, and his physical strength and salt had long been exhausted.

When she saw the food, her eyes lit up and she picked up the bowl of rice. One bowl was not enough, so she got up and had another one.

Old Mrs. Dong was a little unhappy, but because of her desire to have a grandson, she only muttered a few words in a low voice, such as "starving ghost".

Jiang Qiuchen heard it, but turned a deaf ear to it.

At the beginning, she still had excuses and reasons to eat more, but in the later stages, this vicious old woman might not even be willing to give her food.

Everyone ate almost the same thing at noon. I don’t know if it was because she was afraid that Dong Dajun would ask her for food again, but Mrs. Dong didn’t give Dong Dajun any extra food.

After eating two large bowls of rice, Jiang Qiuchen finally felt a little bit of reality.

When they had almost finished eating, Old Mrs. Dong put her chopsticks on the table and started giving orders to Jiang Qiuchen.

"Get up, clean up here, and wash the dishes."

"You don't have to go to the fields in the afternoon. You can wash the dirty clothes at home. If there is not enough water, you can carry a bucket to the back mountain to fetch water."

"I'll be watching you from the side, don't try to be lazy!"

Jiang Qiuchen's muscles were still sore all over his body. When he heard that he had to get up and work again, he really wanted to kill someone.

But when you are under someone's roof, you have to bow your head, so she could only force a smile and stand up to clean up.

After washing all the dishes, Jiang Qiuchen walked out of the kitchen, wiped the water stains on his hands on his clothes, and obediently asked Grandma Dong what to do next.

"Mother-in-law, I have finished washing the dishes. I took a look at the water in the vat and it may not be enough for washing clothes. Please take me to fetch two more buckets." Old Mrs. Dong walked to the corner with her hands behind her back and handed the water-carrying tools to Jiang Qiuchen.

"Take the pole and bucket and follow me."

The water collection point is a small stream in the back mountain, which is mountain spring water flowing down the stone wall.

The surrounding area is covered with moist soil, and many stones are covered with green moss.

Old Mrs. Dong often came here to fetch water. She stepped on the newly grown weeds to the side and walked in with ease. Jiang Qiuchen followed closely behind her, also carrying a bucket.

For fear that the water would be spilled again, Jiang Qiuchen didn't dare to fill too much. Old Mrs. Dong looked at the half-filled water and cursed that it was useless.

"You are such a big person, but you can't even carry two buckets of water. You are so useless."

"Don't talk to me about other things. When I was fifteen or sixteen, wasn't I almost the same as you? I could still do these jobs."

"I think I've been too good to you. Now you dare to push your luck and blatantly slack off!"

As if she wanted to vent her dissatisfaction, Old Lady Dong snatched the half bucket of water from Jiang Qiuchen's hand, immersed the bucket back into the water, and filled it up with water.

"Carry two buckets at a time. If you spill any on the way, come back and start over!"

"I think you young people are just too pampered and can't stand any hardship. I have to teach you a lesson."

Even though Jiang Qiuchen had been obedient in everything these past two days, not only did he not dare to disobey her but he also smiled sweetly, he still could not satisfy Old Lady Dong.

In her eyes, Jiang Qiuchen's current role is a slave who can be ordered around by her for venting.

The taste of power is wonderful. Once you have tasted the pleasure of dominating others, it is difficult to give it up.

After experiencing this kind of feeling, Mrs. Dong, who has always worked hard and lived a hard life, had more thoughts of torturing Jiang Qiuchen.

Looking at Jiang Qiuchen's miserable appearance as he swayed from side to side while trying to adjust the position of the bucket and maintain his balance, Old Lady Dong smiled maliciously.

Then, he turned around in a good mood and walked back along the path, urging others as he walked.

"Pace yourself! You're so slow!"

Jiang Qiuchen followed behind her, her cheeks already flushed red from feeling frustrated and exhausted.

Suddenly, she looked at the moss and grass clippings on the soles of Old Mrs. Dong's shoes, then looked at the bucket hanging on her shoulder, and an idea came to her mind.

He deliberately increased the arc of his swaying walk, and the water in the bucket splashed out due to the vibration.

The path down the mountain was not flat. There were some protruding smooth stones in the mud. The water flowed along the downward arc, soaking the smooth stones.

But if we rely on this alone, the effect is not obvious.

Old Mrs. Dong was very familiar with the road under her feet. She could walk steadily even without looking at the road. Several times she even stepped directly over the stones.

Just when Jiang Qiuchen was having a headache, a figure emerged from the ridge of the field below. He looked like a middle-aged man.

Old Mrs. Dong naturally saw it as well and greeted the other party with familiarity.

That's it!
Just as Old Lady Dong was about to step onto the next raised stone, Jiang Qiuchen shouted.

"Grandma, be careful! There's a snake in the bush!"

Old Mrs. Dong often walked this road, and it was long past the stage where she needed to be careful with every step. She looked straight ahead, thinking in her mind about how she was going to torment Jiang Qiuchen later.

Just when he was lost in thought, he was suddenly called out by Jiang Qiuchen, which frightened him so much that his steps became disordered.