The fierce peasant woman is busy farming

Neither side would give in. Grandpa, grandma and mother all protected Ning Qingmo, saying that if he wanted to take the child to jump into the fire pit, he would have to step over their dead bodies.

Ning Yuancai had no choice but to stay at home for the time being.

On this day, an uninvited guest came to the house.

A few people came back from the fields tiredly. Before they even entered the house, they heard Ning Yuancai and Old Ningtou arguing through the window, one in the room and the other outside.

The content of the quarrel was nothing more than Ning Qingmo's marriage.

Ning Qingmo, with a pale face and red and swollen eyes, followed Zhou Yue back from the fields.

Rumors were flying around the village these days, and she cried every day until her tears almost ran dry.

Hearing her grandfather and father arguing again, she turned around and wanted to go out, not wanting to go back to this home.

Zhou Yue grabbed her and said, "Where are you going? You are not allowed to go out. Just stay at home and see what he can do to you.

He should be the one to leave. He has made no contribution to this family. Why should he stay at home while you want to hide away?"

"Yes, he has never harvested a handful of grain, dug a shovel of soil, or carried a bucket of water, but you have worked hard at home for many years. He doesn't act like a father, but you are a good daughter. If anyone wants to leave, he should leave, not you."

Qian rarely made unreasonable demands and his arguments were well-reasoned and well-founded.

Will this person change when he gets older?

Ning Qingmo thought to himself.

Old Ning was pounding the kang in the room and cursing, "...You beast, no, no, you are worse than a beast, go away, get out of here... Just pretend that I never gave birth to you, and that all the support I have given you for so many years has been wasted...

No, you are worse than a dog. Brother Dao was raised by Brother Xuan, and he still knows to wag his tail at his master. He also knows to bring the dead mouse to his master for the first bite..."

Uh, do you have to use such a disgusting metaphor?

Xuan Ge'er followed Zhou Yue into the yard and just happened to hear these words, with a look of despair on his face.

The dog he rescued, which grew up drinking human milk, was named Dao Ge by his mother.

A few months passed, and the dog had grown a lot bigger. It squatted there, looking majestic.

Ning Yuancai was standing in the yard, arguing with his father.

Seeing a group of helpers rushing in, he immediately stopped and surrendered tactfully.

The eldest grandson's wife, Feng Chunniang, came out of the kitchen with her hands raised, wiped them on her apron, and said:

"Grandma, Mom, you're back. Hurry up and wash your hands and get ready for breakfast."

It was clearly noon, but they insisted on ordering breakfast. Zhou Yue felt unhappy in his heart.

Ning Yuancai felt embarrassed and hurriedly went to move a table out of the house.

The weather is hot, and the house is even hotter, so the Ning family usually eats breakfast in the yard.

There are several tall poplar trees in the yard. It is late summer and the sun is very scorching.

But it was still very comfortable under the shade of the trees in the yard with a cool breeze.

The children washed their hands and then went to help, some served the food, some moved the benches, and some took the bowls and chopsticks.

Soon a large table of food filled the table.

Ning Yuancai looked at the food on the table with disgust and had no appetite.

Although he did nothing during the few days he returned home, he became thinner due to hunger.

He glared at the two younger children as they swallowed towards the table.

No rules.

Feng Chunniang and Qian were still busy in the kitchen, preparing another portion of food for Old Man Ning, which Qian was bringing into the house.

Although Old Ning was a patient, he insisted on eating two meals a day like everyone else.

He had been a strong man all his life, but now he just sits on the kang every day and can't help with the work in the fields.

He even gave up his specialty of carpentry.

He is anxious.

Fortunately, over the past year, he has slowly accepted the fact that he will be bedridden for the rest of his life.

The family at the dinner table were eating with their own thoughts.

Some people were working with gusto, after all, they had been working in the fields for the whole morning.

Some people eat like chewing wax, with so many things on their mind that they don't even know where the food went.

At this moment, the door was knocked.

Ning Yangmo looked up at his grandmother and Zhou Yue, then glanced at his elder sister Ning Qingmo.

He put down his bowl and chopsticks silently and ran to open the door.

It's noon now and every household is having lunch. Who would come to visit?

Ning Yangmo opened the door and saw the man in black who had come that day - Xie Ping.

Xie Ping was still young. He started working as a servant with Song Yuan at the age of eight, and was later promoted to a permanent attendant.

When Song Yuan entered the Dali Temple, he was promoted to a yamen runner in the Dali Temple.

He was only eighteen at that time, still a young boy who blushed when he saw a little girl.

He opened the door and saw the woman he had met that day, and for some reason his face suddenly turned red.

Try to speak loudly: "Aunt Zhou, my master, came here in person to thank you for coming."

Ning Yangmo glanced at the official, feeling a little puzzled.

That day he was wearing a neat black suit, like a big crow, with a serious face, as if someone owed him two hundred coins.

Today he was wearing a dark red official uniform, which made his figure look more upright, but for some reason, his face was as red as a cooked shrimp.

Zhou Yue heard the voice and hurriedly stood up to greet him. As he walked, he said, "Come in, come in."

At this time, Lord Song Yuan, the Minister of Song Temple, also followed Xie Ping and slowly walked into the yard.

Behind him were several officials, who were dressed the same as Xie Ping.

Song Yuan's official uniform was dark purple.

He had a clean face today and had shaved his beard.

The swelling on his face disappeared, revealing his true appearance. He was actually still a handsome young man.

It's very different from what it looked like that day.

If he hadn't been so tall and straight, Zhou Yue would have almost failed to recognize him.

Zhou Yue didn't quite understand the difference in colors of official uniforms.

But she roughly knew that red and purple were the colors of clothing for higher ranks.

Isn’t there a poem that goes: The whole court is filled with scholars.

Yu Qian, a famous official in the Ming Dynasty, also said: "I like to wear blue, which makes me look clean."

This expresses that although he holds a low official position, he has a noble character.

It can be seen that Song Yuan held a high official position.

Zhou Yue glanced at his eldest daughter Ning Qingmo, watched how she saluted, and then did the same.

On weekdays in the village, anything is fine. The original Zhou Yue was also a hot-tempered person, so it was normal for her to be impolite.

But when meeting someone from the government, you have to bow.

What kind of officials has Zhou Yue not met? When he was in college, he was even received by the governor.

At this time, he greeted Song Yuan openly, invited him to take a seat, and asked him if he had eaten. If not, he could simply have some at home, as long as he didn't mind the meal being simple.

Seeing the other party waving his hand to refuse, he hurriedly asked his son and daughter to go into the house to make tea, moved out a small table, and invited the guest to have tea.

Ning Yuancai was so frightened by the scene that his calves twisted.

He had never seen such an imposing man dressed in such gorgeous official uniform.

He saw his ex-wife chatting and laughing with the official, and the other people in the family also stood up and greeted them with a smile.

He stammered, "Sir, sir... Sir, may I know your name? Where is your office?"

Song Yuan glanced at him sideways. He was chatting with his benefactor. Who is this guy?

He looked at Xie Ping. It was he who sent Aunt Zhou off last time, so he should recognize who this person is.

When Xie Ping received the look from his master, he was a little confused. He didn't see this person last time.

Last time, he even went to see and talk to the Ning family's eldest granddaughter-in-law in the kitchen and Old Man Ning on his sickbed.

I really didn't see who this great man was.