Farming Happiness: Husband, Come and Plough the Fields

The weather was so sultry that it was almost breathless. It was the busy farming season, and everyone in the village was in the fields. They were not surprised when they saw a few carriages arriving at the entrance of the village.

Yangshu Village is very close to the pipeline. Some passers-by, who cannot find a place to stay at night, will turn into the village to buy some food and other supplies with the villagers.

Because of this extra income, Yangshu Village is still very wealthy in the surrounding area. Many families in the village have built brick houses to accommodate passers-by.

Passers-by who could ride in carriages had loose hands. Sometimes they would spend just scraps of money to buy some meat, and never asked for the remaining money back.

This time three large carriages came, and they looked like wealthy patrons. Everyone in the village was thinking about how to bring the people to their homes to stay overnight.

Some people who live in mud houses do not fight for it because their own conditions are not good enough. If a noble person comes, others will not look down on them.

Everyone wants to find accommodation with better conditions. The rich in Yangshu Village build big houses and receive overnight guests to earn a fortune, making them richer and richer, while the poor live in thatched houses and live a tight life.

Yangshu Village is filled with people who came here after fleeing from the famine. They have no clan or family, and very few close relatives. They live their own lives behind closed doors, and they don’t move around much on weekdays.

The reason why Xiao Lingchuan knew about this place was because he passed by it once when he was walking as a life and death escort. Was that all a few years ago? He couldn't remember clearly.

During the busy farming season, the villagers were sweating profusely in the fields. No one restrained the little children, so they ran wildly on the field ridges. When they saw a carriage, they rushed to the ground.

"I opened this mountain, I planted this tree..."

A little fat man opened his hands and led a group of little carrots to stop the carriage. He spoke the first two sentences smoothly, but later he forgot the words.

The little fat man is the king of children in the village, commonly known as the boss. The younger brothers behind him all say the second half of the sentence for the boss, "If you pass by from now on, leave some money to buy the road."

Whenever a passer-by comes to the village, the children gather together to block the road and ask for money.

The adults didn't bother with the kids at all, and almost always gave them something, either food or coins, and they rarely came back empty-handed.

This time was no exception. When he heard that someone was coming from the village, the little fat man gave up holding the low-flying dragonfly in his net bag and ran over with a group of people.

Wufu was startled by this posture. Hehe, a bunch of brats dare to show off in front of her? Wufu will get off the carriage and argue with the fat boy.

Before she could take action, Xiangli came down from behind. She pursed her lips and saw the fat boy puffing up his face with a smile on his face. She directly handed Xingzi a small basket and said, "Here, your money for traveling."

They passed through a town before, and there was an aunt selling apricots. The fruit on her tree was too much to eat, and if she didn't change it for a few dollars, it would rot.

The aunt's family was poor and she wore patched clothes, so she felt strongly about the Mother of Fragrant Pear and felt that it was not easy for the aunt, so she spent money and bought a large basket of apricots.

Fortunately, there were many people in the group, and after eating for a whole day, there was still a small basket left, which Xiangli brought to the children.

The fat boy took the basket, turned around and shared the spoils with the little carrots, and cleared the way into the village.

"Are you going to stay in the village?"

Among the crowd, there was a neatly dressed little girl. Instead of snatching the apricots, she bravely stepped forward and asked Xiangli.

The little girl was only six or seven years old. Her clothes were shabby, but they were starched and clean without any stains. She tilted her head and looked timidly.

"Hua Ni, who cares about your house's conditions and a few shabby thatched houses?"

When the fat boy saw that Hua Ni was trying to steal the business, he immediately stopped. He hit the little girl with an apricot in his hand, and then cursed, "You are extremely wealthy. You don't even have a male son in your family. Your mother can't give birth to a son, haha." Ha ha!"

After he finished speaking, all the boys behind him started laughing, which showed that they usually bullied others like this.

For this reason, Li Haitang was very disgusted. The little kid was young, so what did he know? Being able to talk like this must be related to the guidance of adults. He learned one thing from one thing and another thing from two things.

"It's just that your father is a cripple, a loser, and has no future. He still relies on your mother to go into the mountains to collect firewood. Tsk tsk!"

Several people came and went, scolding Hua Ni.

There are people staying in the village, and it's all up to the boys to attract people to their homes, so that their parents can earn money and give them pocket money.

Three carriages came together, and the family couldn't accommodate them, so they decided to send three families to receive them. Unexpectedly, Hua Ni, who was silent, took the lead. As the king of children, the little fat man was unhappy.

Li Haitang raised the window screen, looked at the little girl Huani, and asked, "We are staying overnight. Do you have room at your house?"

"Her family is so poor that they can hardly afford to eat. Where did they come from?"

The fat boy quickly uncovered his shorts. Hua Ni's house was next to a mountain, and she was isolated by the villagers because of her poverty. The yard was quite big, but there were only a few shabby thatched houses, and the house had only four walls.

I have never heard of anyone staying at Hua Ni's house, unless they are out of their mind.

"That's right, the watermelon rind I ate had a little bit of red soil left on it, and Hua Ni actually picked it up and took it home. She must be secretly nibbling on it!"

The other person also laughed mercilessly, but after hearing this, Hua Ni clenched her fists in her hands, lowered her head, bit her lips, and forced herself not to cry.

My father and mother told me that those who cry are not good children.

Therefore, she doesn't cry, even if she feels embarrassed, she doesn't cry.

She picked up the piece of watermelon and wanted to give her father a taste of the watermelon. It must be very sweet, and the rind of the watermelon can be cut into pieces and eaten with pickles.

She picked it up and brought it home, and her mother, who had always been gentle, beat her for the first time. He said that no matter how poor his family was, they would never pick up unwanted things thrown away by others.

From that day on, my mother took on a lot of sewing work and had to save money to buy her a watermelon to eat.

Hua Ni was working with her parents today. When she heard that a big carriage was coming at the entrance of the village, she, like Mo Zheng, ran out to watch the fun.

She knew that the people in the carriage were rich people and they would definitely look down on her family.

"Is your yard big?"

Li Haitang looked pleasant and did not look down on Hua Ni at all because of her embarrassment, especially the Virgin Mary next to her, who even touched Hua Ni's head.

"very big."

Hua Ni didn't know what the person in front of her meant, but this was the most beautiful lady she had ever seen.

People often come to the village, but in her little heart at this moment, no one can be as holy as Li Haitang. Hua Ni is illiterate and doesn't know how to describe it well.

"Sister Haitang, why don't we go to the little girl's house?"

Xiangli hated those boys who didn't know what they meant. She herself was sold to the old man by her father because she couldn't inherit Xiangli.

"That's fine." Li Haitang nodded and agreed. The other houses, even if they are blue brick houses, are definitely not comparable to the first-class rooms in the inn. They are not as comfortable as sleeping in a carriage, but they need to find a big yard to park the carriage. , by the way, I can borrow the kitchen for use.