Spring scenery in the fields

Chapter 243 Shen Xiangrong

She sighed, supported her waist and stood up, then sat down again.

"Qiuhua, you have to be careful. You can't bear to bend over all the time. Stop working and go home and rest."

Turning around, Wang Erfeng was walking towards me with rice in her arms: "I want to take a break, too. There's still so much rice to harvest. You guys need to go back home."

"I carried the rice from the field back home, washed up and went to bed. I was exhausted after a day's work and my waist couldn't take it anymore."

"Erfeng, I suggest we borrow the wheelbarrow tomorrow. It's too much trouble to carry it back and forth."

"Okay." Wang Erfeng walked forward, "Let's go back. You guys should go back as well."

"Hey." Lan Qiuhua sat for a while and shouted to the two people in front of him, "No more cutting, go home and sleep, and come back early tomorrow."

"Got it." Shen Anguo replied.

When they returned, there were still people working in the fields.

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The next day, at daybreak, some people got up and went to the fields with sickles.

Shen Rongshan woke up, heard the steady breathing and movements beside him, and got up and dressed carefully.

Seeing that it was still early, I planned to go down the mountain to thresh the rice and then come back to cook.

When we reached the middle of the mountain and looked towards the east, we saw people working in every field.

Shen Suya came out carrying a bucket and yawning. She was going to thresh rice at home today.

Turning around, he saw someone coming over: "Brother Rongshan, my mother asked me to see you and tell you that she wants to borrow your wheelbarrow to transport rice."

"At Aunt Qin's house."

She pouted: "I don't know if Aunt Qin is willing to lend it to us."

When it came into her hands, it felt like something from her own home.

The donkey cart and wheelbarrow were both kept at my home, and there was no word of delivering them in the evening.

Shen Rongshan lifted the straw from the bucket and waited for the sun to come out before letting it out to dry. "Xiaoya, I'm going to Auntie Qin's house to take the donkey out to eat grass. Wait at the entrance of the village in a quarter of an hour."

Shen Suya nodded happily: "I understand, thank you, Brother Rongshan."

They use donkey carts to pull rice until very late, and I don't think they would take the donkeys out to graze.

When they arrived at Shen Zhong's house, the donkey was tied to the gate. Shen Xiangrong stood next to the donkey cart, touching it with his hand and kicking it with his foot from time to time.

This child has been spoiled and has become somewhat lawless, and is not very popular in the village.

"You can't kick a donkey." He frowned unhappily. "If you make it angry, it can kick you and hurt you."

If you get kicked by a donkey, you might end up blaming them for it.

"I, I didn't kick." Shen Xiangrong saw his cold face and took a step back unconsciously with fear on his face.

Shen Rongshan untied the donkey rope and said calmly: "I am not blind, I can see clearly whether you kicked me or not."

Seeing that he was pouting and looking like he was about to cry, she sighed helplessly in her heart, turned around and left with her donkey cart.

He didn't say anything harsh, so why did he scare her into tears? It was as if he was bullying a child.

After he walked away, Shen Xiangrong followed him and went to the fields to complain to his grandfather.

When the rice was being planted, many people in the village were unwilling to help. This year, when it came to harvesting the rice, no one was willing to come, so he had to work in the fields.

"Grandpa~"

Hearing his aggrieved voice, Shen Zhong looked back distressedly: "My dear grandson, why are you crying for no reason? Where did you fall?"

There was no dirt on his body, so it didn't look like he had fallen.

Shen Xiangrong explained the whole story to him.

This child has many faults, but there is one good thing about him: he never tells lies and never exaggerates.

"If I were your uncle Rongshan, I would go up and beat you. Can you kick a donkey? If you piss it off, it can kick you to death. And you still have the nerve to cry."

I saw him kicking the donkey yesterday. I told him not to kick the donkey. It’s fine if he just didn’t listen, but now he has the nerve to come and complain. If something really happens, it will be too late to regret.

Qin Hehua looked at him distressedly, threw down her sickle, walked forward and took him into her arms: "Alright, alright, stop talking, Xiang Rong is so young and doesn't understand, let's talk nicely."

As soon as she finished speaking, Shen Xiangrong stepped out of her arms and said, "Grandma, you smell like sweat." He pinched his nose and took two steps back.

Her face couldn't hold together for a moment, and turned pale and blue.

Shen Zhong held his forehead helplessly. Although this grandson would not tell lies, sometimes the truth was the most infuriating.

"Xiang Rong, you are not a child anymore. You are already eleven years old. Look at Huairen and Chuanbai. They are both younger than you and know how to help in the fields."

"Pull the rice back little by little. Don't just play around. There's so much rice left to harvest. If you dare to cause any trouble, I'll beat you to death."

The weather was hot and dry, and he was so tired that he became a little irritable. He also lost his good temper towards his beloved grandson.

Jiang Hongxi had been paying attention to their movements and said to her husband Shen Lin, "Call Xiang Rong over. I think my father-in-law seems to be scolding him."

"That's impossible. Dad loves him the most."

"I was just scolding him, Xiang Rong started crying, call Xiang Rong over quickly."

She spoke in an aggressive tone and kept her voice low, fearing that someone nearby might hear.

Shen Zhong's second son, Shen Lin, fell in love with his wife Jiang Hongxi at first sight. He listened to her in everything at home and tried his best to meet all her requirements.

Hearing that she seemed a little angry, he quickly raised his head and called Shen Xiangrong over and asked him what happened.

"Look, I said my father-in-law was scolding him and said he would beat him to death. What grandfather would say such things to his grandson?"

He quickly explained: "That's not what I meant. I said that because I was angry. Besides, isn't it our Xiang Rong who is wrong? If you really got kicked by a donkey, who can you turn to?"

"Dad is doing this for his own good. Don't take his words to heart and don't be angry."

Jiang Hongxi held the child in her arms distressedly and touched his head: "What else did grandpa say?"

Shen Xiangrong shook his head: "No more."

Shen Lin took off his straw hat, walked over to her and fanned her: "Okay, okay, don't be angry, let Xiang Rong go to the foot of the mountain to play, if dad asks later, just say I asked him to go."

She nodded and looked at her little son in her arms: "Well, go play, don't go to the mountains."

Their two daughters were standing next to them, but they didn't even look at them. They only had eyes for their youngest son.

Shen Yu and Shen Lixia had long been accustomed to it. They bent down silently to cut the rice. No matter how tired they were, they dared not speak, let alone stop to rest.

the other side.

When Ji Wenhe got up, Shen Wenshan had already prepared the meal: "Wenshan, where are the two of them? Did they go to the fields?"

"Well, I'm planting wheat, sister-in-law. I'll bring the food over. You can eat first."

"I'll go and deliver it. I'll also bring my meal with me." After eating, they helped plant wheat.

"Okay." He served the rice and placed it in two baskets.

In the morning, there was fried dough cakes, brown rice, a boiled egg per person, and some pickles.

I carried two baskets and walked eastward without resting all night, and the pain in my back and waist did not ease at all.