The fierce peasant woman is busy farming

Qing Mo looked at the chicks and said quietly, "Chickens are usually hatched in spring, why are you hatching them now, Auntie?

The chickens that have hatched now will not grow up by winter, so they can’t lay eggs, and they can’t be killed for meat. Isn’t it a waste of half a year to raise them?”

Qing Mo asked the question right away, and also touched the aunt's sore spot, and the aunt's eyes suddenly turned red.

"Oh, it's all my fault. I didn't take good care of the hen. I haven't seen it for many days, and the eggs are often lost.

I thought the eggs were stolen by mice and the hen was dragged away by a yellow fox.

Unexpectedly, after more than twenty days, the hen came out with more than twenty chicks.

My mother-in-law scolded me, saying that I didn’t take good care of the situation and caused the family to lose so many eggs at once.”

After saying this, the aunt's tears finally fell.

This, this hen is sitting on eggs, who can bear it?

It is true that the mother-in-law is a bit unreasonable.

"Sister-in-law, please buy some. I've been waiting here for a long time, and these are the only ones left. I don't dare go home if I can't sell them all. I'm hungry."

Song Yuan heard the conversation not far away and sighed, saying that it was not easy.

"Okay, I'll buy it. I'll give you ten cents and you give me this basket. I'll also give you a steamed bun. Is that okay?"

"Okay, okay, okay, this basket is woven by me, and I should give it to you."

She is a down-to-earth person.

After buying the chicken, I called Brother Dao to leave, but he couldn't find it.

Brother Dao was very excited when he saw the chicks just now. He circled around the chicken coop, scaring the aunt and the chicks.

Qing Mo tried to chase it away, but unexpectedly it ran far away.

I didn't dare shout it loudly for fear of waking up the children in the car.

Zhou Yue said: "It's okay, it knows the way and will go home by itself."

Qing Mo climbed onto the donkey cart first and exclaimed, and Zhou Yue also climbed in to take a look.

Even Song Yuan, who was already on his horse, quickly jumped off to look.

Zhou Yue saw the situation in the carriage clearly and breathed a sigh of relief.

I don't know when Brother Dao ran into the carriage, and now he was lying there obediently. The boy was hugging his neck and sleeping soundly.

Unlike his unstable sleep just now, the child is sleeping soundly now. You can see that he is stretched out and snuggling tightly with the dog.

Brother Dao gently wagged his tail and even kept his mouth closed, as if he was afraid of waking the child.

Everyone saw this situation through the curtain of the sedan chair and breathed a sigh of relief.

The chicken cage was placed on the pedal at the back of the donkey cart. The driver gently raised the whip, and the donkey cart slowly started and continued to move forward.

When we arrived at the entrance of Fenghuangtai Village, several villagers who were working in the fields looked over. Few villagers raised donkeys, and even fewer had donkey carts.

When a strange donkey cart arrived, everyone came to watch the fun.

"Aunt Zhou, are you here for a while?" The neighbor's new daughter-in-law, Mrs. Lin, wiped the sweat off her face while carrying a hoe.

She was the first woman Yang Mo went to ask for milk, and was considered Brother Dao's wet nurse.

Brother Dao poked his head out from behind the curtain, glanced at Mrs. Lin, and wagged his tail hard. It actually still remembered the smell?

"No, it's the official who came to my house to ask for advice."

The villagers are snobbish, and those who have the support of officials always have more confidence.

"Sister-in-law, I heard that you got a lot of good things. When can I go to your house to open my eyes?"

Ning Yuande's daughter-in-law, Sun, just happened to come over. She was carrying a large basket with a lot of grass in it, probably for feeding the chickens and pigs.

"If you hadn't told me, I would have sent the child to you."

"Hey, sister-in-law, look at what you said, I just want to see, I don't want it, I'm not the kind of person who takes advantage of others."

Zhou Yue smiled. The more he was like that, the more he wanted to distance himself from his faults.

"Okay, I told you, you're definitely not. Well, I'll go home quickly. I've been out for a long time."

"Sister-in-law, are you buying chickens? Tell me, has your family become rich?"

Sun started to fuss and shout again.

Not wanting to get entangled with her any longer, the driver whipped the horse quickly at the signal of Song Yuan and drove the carriage out of the encirclement.

When I got home and opened the door, I saw Old Man Ning sitting in the yard, weaving a backpack in his hands.

Yang Mo was squatting beside him, holding some redbud branches in his hands, and was studying seriously.

Xuan Mo also came back. He took a white slate and started cleaning it.

Mother asked everyone to keep an eye out when they go out and find a few slates, as they will be of great use to her.

This stone slab should have been found by the family when they went to the fields.

Qian and Chunniang were busy cooking dinner in the kitchen, while Yuan Mo squatted beside his grandfather, repairing farm tools under his grandfather's guidance.

What a joyful farm life.

As dusk fell, they went to the market. After walking for a whole day, their families had already returned.

Zhou Yue invited Song Yuan into the courtyard and introduced him to his family. They met once and knew each other.

He explained the purpose of Song Yuan's visit and said that they would stay in the village for a few days.

And then there's the kid's situation.

Song Yuan and everyone else in the yard nodded as a greeting, and said to the two people coming out of the kitchen, "Sorry for bothering me." They didn't need to prepare meals for them, and just gave them a sip of hot water.

Zhou Yue instructed his son to take the chicken coop out of the car, and put the sleeping child in his arms on the kang in Xuan Mo's room.

Then he closed the door gently and told Xuan Mo to take good care of his younger brother, saying that his younger brother was very pitiful.

Zhou Yue went to the kitchen to busy herself. She drove Qian out of the kitchen and asked them all to go to the yard to listen to Lord Song's detailed account of the child's situation.

Although Lord Song was being polite, all he needed was a sip of hot soup.

But even though the farmers were poor, they would never let their guests drink only hot water.

Zhou Yue deftly scooped out the thin porridge that Qian had cooked, which was only enough for one bowl for each person in their family.

Due to the war and the difficulty in making iron, iron was in short supply at that time. Ordinary people did not have iron pots and cooked in clay pots.

Zhou Yue saw two stoves at home, with two pottery jars, one large and one small, placed on them.

After thinking about it, I came up with an idea.

After washing the clay pot, she asked Chunniang to light a fire in the large stove. Then she scooped out some lard with a large spoon and put it into the large clay pot. When the temperature came up, she took out the chopped green onions and stir-fried them in the pot.

The fragrance quickly filled the kitchen and then spread out into the courtyard.

The yamen runners who were setting up tents outside the courtyard looked at each other and were all very happy.

Xie Ping went to the village chief's house to say hello. When he walked out of the village chief's house, he was holding a small jar in his hand, which was the pickles sent by the village chief.

Zhou Yue took a look at the pot and scooped out another spoonful of lard into the pot.

The lard was almost gone, and Chunniang saw her mother-in-law's actions and was hesitant to say anything.

After the lard was melted, Zhou Yue scooped a spoonful of warm water from the small water jar next to the stove. The water jar was specially placed there when the stove was built.

In this way, when the fire in the stove burns, the water in the small water jar will also become warm.

This ceramic pot is afraid of being shocked by cold water. You cannot put cold water in it when the temperature is high, otherwise it will crack. If you put warm water from a small water jar into it, the temperature difference will not be so big, and it will be better.

Every household does this. If every household doesn't have a fire frying pan every year, the year will be auspicious and peaceful.

Another advantage of the warm water in this small jar is that you basically don’t need to warm up water separately.

If you want to wash up after coming back from the fields, or take a shower at night, you can use it.

The small water jar is embedded in the stove, which keeps the water warm. There is also residual fire in the stove, so sometimes the water added at dinner is still warm in the morning.

This design is very clever and saves trouble.