Spring scenery in the fields

Chapter 171 Embroidering a puppet at home

Miao Zhaodi walked up from the stream and said: "After the rice seedlings are planted, only the dry land is left. I will feel at ease when everything is done."

She is so tired that she can't even straighten her back, and she has to go back to cook for the one at home.

"Aunt Miao, has Brother Liang gone to town?"

"He just left. I asked him to have lunch before going back, but he refused because he was afraid it would be difficult to find a job if he went too late."

"The farm work is almost done. I see many people outside carrying bags and heading to town."

In groups.

If I had gone to town two days later, I guess it would have been difficult to find it.

Ji Wenhe was about to say something else when he heard Qin Hehua's voice calling from a distance.

"Zhaodi, don't leave."

Miao Zhaodi sighed imperceptibly: "Wen He, you go back first."

"Hey."

It seems that they are asking her to help with planting rice.

Some people will refuse, while some people find it difficult to refuse because of Shen Zhong’s status.

It was noon, and Shen Rongshan was still sleeping in the house, not waking up yet.

She ate two pieces of bread left over from the morning and drank a bowl of water.

"Pah", a slap hit my leg and killed a mosquito.

Mosquitoes like humid and cool environments, and there are more mosquitoes on the mountain than at the foot of the mountain.

The simplest way to repel mosquitoes here is to find mugwort and wormwood, twist them into a thin thread, and then light it in the house.

The burning smell is very strong and mosquitoes will be killed.

Last year, two brothers made a lot and there were a few left, but I don’t know if it’s because it’s been a long time, the effect is not very good.

After dinner, Ji Wenhe gently pushed open the door and entered the room, and saw him lying on his side facing inside, sleeping soundly.

Take a basket, put on a straw hat, and close the door.

Arriving at Lan Qiuhua's house, "Aunt Lan, can you lend me your rake?"

She came out of the house and said, "It's in the utility room. What do you want the rake for?"

"I saw some fallen leaves at the foot of the mountain, so I took them back to burn in the fire."

"That's just a few. The leaves haven't fallen yet. You won't be able to get much."

"Take a rest at home in the afternoon and wait for the leaves to fall. There are plenty of leaves in the mountains, so you won't be short of leaves for firewood."

Ji Wenhe held the small rake and looked at the foot of the mountain. After thinking for a while, he felt that what she said made sense.

"Then I'll go home and get the red string. I'll change the style and let Xiaoya teach me."

Lan Qiuhua smiled and said, "Go ahead."

She ran back home again.

"Aunt Lan, Xiaoya, I'm here."

"Sister-in-law, come in quickly." Shen Suya made way inside.

"It's really hot today. It doesn't feel as cool as in the cave."

Even with the door and windows open, the house was still stuffy.

"Well, sister-in-law's house is indeed cool. If Brother Rongshan wasn't sleeping at home, I would have wanted to go to your house to make silk nets."

Ji Wenhe sat on the bed and took out a few red ropes: "Xiaoya, come and teach me."

"Okay, this style is not complicated. Sister-in-law will be able to learn it after watching it a few times."

While learning from her, he asked, "Where's Aunt Lan? She was at home just now."

"Sister-in-law, this thread needs to be wound from here." Shen Suya continued, "Mother went to Aunt Wang's house, and I don't know what to do."

As they were talking, Lan Qiuhua walked in from outside.

"Shen Dadong's land was mortgaged to the village head's family, and they have two more acres of land. Your Aunt Qin is looking for someone everywhere."

Qin Hehua was talking to Wang Erfeng in the field just now, and she found them and asked them to help.

The two of them found excuses to refuse.

I finally finished working on my own fields. I was so tired that I couldn't even straighten my back, but I still had to go help them.

Who can stand this every year?

Shen Suya stretched lazily: "Mom, don't go, rest at home for a few days."

"Yes, Aunt Lan." Ji Wenhe agreed, "Even if you are used to doing farm work, your body will still get tired."

"Rest well, or you'll hurt your waist and it will cause you to have old problems in the future."

“I’ve already got this problem.”

Lan Qiuhua gently patted her lower back.

"After giving birth to them, my waist would hurt from time to time. Your uncle Shen even asked a doctor to come and see him."

"The doctor said that she didn't get enough rest during the confinement period, and it was because she held the baby too tightly. This happens to all women."

Ji Wenhe sighed: "Women give birth to children, and women also take care of children."

"When you meet a man who loves his wife and can help you take care of the children, it can really make people collapse when they meet the kind who just waits for a ready-made meal and doesn't even ask for a hand in taking care of the children."

"Yes, your Uncle Shen is pretty good. If the child is noisy at night, he will get up and help comfort the child."

"But this man is too impatient. After asking him to coax the child for a few nights, he couldn't help it and said the child was too noisy."

Lan Qiuhua shook her head slightly.

"Whether Uncle Shen says it's good or bad, it's not good either. Not as good as the best, but better than the worst. Just keep moving forward with your eyes open."

"Look at your Uncle Shen Ping. His badness lies in his mouth. He always says bad things. Which girl would want to marry him?"

"He is still single. He is already 35 this year. If he is gone one day, it will be pitiful that he will not have a son to see him off."

Every family wants to have a son, no matter how many, they must have a son.

Ji Wenhe tied the knot, took out the rope again, and said calmly: "If you can't raise your son well, it's the same as not having one at all."

"Yes, once you have a child, you have to take good care of it, or you will regret it later."

Lan Qiuhua was glad that her son did not become like Shen Hubiao, otherwise she would have been angry to death.

Shen Dadong really committed a sin, and the retribution is coming to his son.

Ji Wenhe made silk nets at their home and chatted for a while before carrying the basket back home.

He walked up the steps and saw that the bedroom door was open, so he got up.

Pushing open the gate, "Brother Shen."

He walked out of the house.

"Why don't you get some more sleep?"

"I've had enough sleep, and I just woke up."

Shen Rongshan held a sickle in his hand and carried a basket on his back: "Wen He, I'm going to the mountain."

"Okay." Ji Wenhe put the basket on the table and responded.

Thinking of something, he quickly ran out and called him, "Brother Shen, go find some mugwort and wormwood. There's only one left at home, and it's almost burned out."

"How about I go with you? We can find it faster if we go together."

"No, I'll go alone. You stay at home. Wenshan and the others should be back soon."

She nodded: "Okay, be careful."

Shen Rongshan waved his hand and walked towards the eastern hilltop.

After finishing the farm work, the sun was shining brightly for several days in a row, and I went to water the fields every morning.

This morning.

Four little girls were sitting in the yard of their home.

Ji Wenhe poured a bowl of water for each person: "Hot water, scald it, wait until it cools down before drinking it."

They began to express their gratitude: “Thank you, sister-in-law.”

Shen Wanqing raised her eyes and glanced at the heavy rain outside: "After the rain, the weather will get hotter and hotter."

"Yeah, it's not cool at all when it rains, it's hot and humid."

"I think you should all sit inside, near the door, it will be cooler."

Ji Wenhe walked into the house and shouted to the two people inside: "Yuanshan, Wenshan, both of you come out."