The fierce peasant woman is busy farming

Zhou Yue's eyes fell on his daughter-in-law Feng's bulging belly and he was silent.

Suddenly, he asked a strange question: "Um, Feng, Chun, Chun Niang, right? How old are you this year?"

Feng Chunniang and Ning Yuanmo were both stunned.

Ever since I fell on my head that time, I've had some problems with my memory.

It seems like I don’t remember a lot of things.

"Mother, Chun Niang is nineteen and I am seventeen."

The eldest son Ning Yuanmo answered seriously on behalf of his wife.

My mother has lost a lot of memory and has been asking questions like this recently, so they are no longer surprised.

"Oh, thank goodness, thank goodness."

Zhou Yue breathed a sigh of relief.

I kept saying to myself, nineteen is good, nineteen is good, at least I’m an adult.

The son did not break the law.

Seventeen, seventeen already. No, this cheap son of mine is not yet an adult.

Moreover, they got married last year. Now Feng Chunniang has been pregnant for more than five months. Her figure is still slim, but her belly is bulging.

Last year, when we got married, my son was only sixteen and my daughter-in-law was eighteen.

Are they all high school students?

Uh, I can’t stand it anymore, oh my god, I hope I’m struck by lightning.

Facing their mother's complex and indescribable gaze, the young couple had no idea that their respectable mother was currently sentencing them in her heart.

Ning Yuanmo didn't think too much about the meaning in his mother's eyes, and asked his wife: "What happened next? What did Dad say?"

"Dad, Dad said, what did Dad say?"

Feng Chunniang avoided her mother-in-law's scrutinizing gaze and spoke with difficulty.

"You ask me, how would I know? I'm not at home."

The upright Ning Yuanmo replied.

"Oh, oh, oh, what Dad said is true, Dad said, Qing'er is already a 22-year-old girl, how can she find a good family?

It is not shameful to be someone's second wife. Being the legal wife of a juren master is not the same as being a concubine."

As Feng Chunniang spoke, she observed the expressions of the mother and daughter.

She knew that her mother-in-law loved and cared about her eldest daughter Ning Qingmo the most, and her husband also respected his eldest sister very much.

Although she had only been married into this family for a year, she could see that everyone in this family, except for the father-in-law whom she had never met, were good people.

Moreover, the family loves each other and has deep feelings.

Although my mother-in-law has a sharp tongue and is unyielding, she often makes people want to bang their heads against each other to death.

But she is really good to her family.

Good for yourself too.

I am pregnant and eat eggs every day.

Even my youngest uncle, who is still studying, doesn’t eat an egg every day.

Since I got pregnant, I have been eating two eggs every day.

One in the morning and one in the evening.

And every time I ask myself how I want to eat.

Should we eat boiled eggs, fried eggs, or make egg custard?

You know, there are only five or six chickens at home, and when things are good, they lay three or four eggs a day.

It's so hot this summer, there are only one or two croakers a day.

Old Man Ning was lying on the kang. He was a patient and needed some nourishment.

My brother-in-law studies hard every day and needs to eat better.

But if the chickens lay few eggs, my mother-in-law would keep the eggs for herself.

Grandpa Ning also said that no one could suffer any loss except his great-grandson.

When he said this, his grandmother, who was always fierce and difficult to deal with, just smiled and said nothing.

My mother-in-law said, eat, why not eat? Women are only treated like human beings when they are pregnant and giving birth.

If you don't take this opportunity to satisfy your craving and reward yourself, when will you do so?

But you can't just think about others and hurt yourself.

She felt lucky to have met such a family.

She felt angry when she heard her father-in-law talk about her elder sister Qingmo like that. If it weren't for her filial piety, she would have wanted to rush in and slap her father-in-law.

At that time, she was standing outside the window, listening to her grandfather beating her father-in-law. Her father-in-law screamed so miserably that her heart was filled with joy.

After hearing what my father-in-law said, the other people in the family would definitely be even angrier, so I still have to observe his or her expressions and not relay his words in a way that sounds too unpleasant.

Zhou Yue's face darkened. What a shame! A 22-year-old girl who hasn't even graduated from college is going to marry a man who is older than her biological father.

"Brother Yuan, um, how old is your father?"

Ning Yuanmo and Chunniang didn't expect Zhou Yue to ask such a question again.

Yuan Mo was silent for a moment, then replied, "Dad is thirty-eight this year."

After a pause, he continued, "Mom, you are forty-four this year."

My goodness, Zhou Yue is only six years older than Ning Yuan, no wonder the couple are not getting along.

But how could Bumu have four children? And how could Ning Yuancai be away from home all day?

Zhou Yue felt extremely speechless again.

She didn't understand her original body, who was also named Zhou Yue, as their names had the same pronunciation but different characters.

Zhou Yue guessed that the original woman might be fertile.

The kind that makes you pregnant at the first touch.

The three of them stopped talking. Zhou Yue and Chun Niang sat on the edge of the kang, while Yuan Mo sat on a small stool, each thinking about their own things.

At this time, Qian came in and asked, "Mrs. Chun, there is still a pot on the stove. What's the smell?"

The three people in the room twitched their noses together, as if something was sticky.

Chunniang woke up as if from a dream and quickly ran to the kitchen to check. Yuan Mo felt sorry for his wife and quickly followed behind to give her advice and protect her.

Qian glanced at Zhou Yue who was sitting on the kang, and sat down on the spot where Chunniang had just sat.

He said, "Ms. Zhou, I think you already know that Yuancai, that bastard, actually wanted to marry Qing'er to an old widower who is in his forties, a few years older than him. No, older than you. Wuwuwu, how could I give birth to such an unfilial son, wuwuwu..."

Qian cried sadly.

Zhou Yue rolled his eyes. How come the age joke can’t be overcome?

The eldest son Ning Yuancai has always been Qian's pride, her guard of honor, and her spiritual pillar.

Especially after the old man broke his leg, she suddenly lost her support and could only rely on her eldest son.

But her eldest son disappointed her greatly.

The series of actions of her eldest son were beyond the understanding of an old rural lady like her.

She cried silently for a while, and when she saw that her wife did not come to comfort her, she quietly stopped crying.

She also stared at the torn paper on the window, in a daze.

After a long while, Yuan Ge'er came over and called grandma and mother to eat.

In late summer and early autumn, the weather is still hot. In order to avoid the scorching sun, farmers go to work in the fields early in the morning and late at night.

Usually they get up at dawn in the morning and go to work in the fields.

I wait until the sun is at its highest and the weather gets hot before I go home to have breakfast.

Then take a nap.

In the second half of the afternoon, when the sun was not so hot, they went back to work in the fields.

I worked until it was completely dark, then dragged my tired body home for dinner.

This way, with two meals a day, food can be saved without wasting farming time.

Kill two birds with one stone.

Today, because Ning Yuancai returned, everyone came back early.

If you come back early, eat early while it’s still light.

Go to bed early after eating, save lamp oil, and you can sleep longer today.

The family finished their meal in silence, and then Ning Yuan frowned and didn't eat much.

He hasn't eaten such simple meals for a long time.