Peasant girl farming: I did beauty in ancient times

Chapter 93
"Big girl, you paid our wages, how can we ask for your money again!" Zhang Sanlang resolutely refused to accept it.

"I won't go every day in the future. It's because of your hard work. You and the six sons can keep the money, so that the wages won't be counted separately. Is that okay?" Lin Yuehua didn't plan to go every day, she actually had a lot of things to do.

"Well, girl, you can rest assured that we two brothers will do a good job of selling food." Zhang Sanlang took the money after expressing his opinion.

After the money was distributed, everyone went back to their homes.

Just as Lin Yuehua was about to close the door, she saw Zhao Yunting coming back in a black suit. If his eyes were not too bright and beautiful, he would have melted into the night.

"Brother Zhao." Lin Yuehua called out.

Zhao Yunting thought it was Lin Yuehua who opened the door for him, his cold face softened a little, and he said, "I went hunting, but I didn't get anything."

Lin Yuehua noticed that Zhao Yunting was carrying a pheasant in his hand, and thought that this was not a harvest yet, it would be great if he didn't return empty-handed in such bad weather: "Come in quickly."

"Here you are!" Zhao Yunting handed the live pheasant with flapping wings to Lin Yuehua.

Lin Yuehua was startled, and took a few steps back: "What are you doing?"

She is very scared, chickens can peck people.

Seeing that Lin Yuehua reacted so strongly that he didn't want the prey he sent, Zhao Yunting felt a little wronged in his heart.Does everyone like to live every time he goes to the town to sell game?

When Lin Yuehua saw the tall and burly Zhao Yunting, he stood there motionless, not knowing what to do.

"Oh, I see, do you want to drink chicken soup? But it's too late now, tomorrow I will go to the mountains to pick some mushrooms and cook them for you, okay?" Lin Yuehua's tone was like coaxing a child, but she didn't know .

"Yeah." Zhao Yunting nodded expressionlessly, and left, but as soon as he moved away from Lin Yuehua's body, the corners of his mouth twitched.

Lin Yuehua saw Zhao Yunting early in the morning, and he was punching in the yard.

Driven by curiosity, Lin Yuehua stopped to look at it, and commented in her heart while watching: Tsk tsk, this kid is really good at beating, he looks majestic, and this face, um, is not bad.

Zhao Yunting noticed it when Lin Yuehua came out, and after a set of punches came down, seeing Lin Yuehua's round and bright eyes staring at him, he felt uncomfortable all over.

"Big girl, I have already slaughtered that pheasant."

"I'm going to pick mushrooms now."

I asked my grandfather yesterday, and my grandfather said that little girls are timid. He thought for a while that he should accompany the big girl to pick mushrooms, but she left before he finished speaking.

After Lin Yuehua picked the mushrooms and came home, she boiled the chicken soup first. After the fragrant chicken soup was ready, the two little ones who couldn't wait had already set the dishes and sat down on the table.

"Brother Zhao, the chicken soup is ready." Lin Yuehua called into the room.

After a while, Zhao Yunting came out. He gave Grandpa Zhao a bowl first. Grandpa Zhao was afraid that he would give the two children a sickness, so he ate alone in his room all the time.

Lin Yuehua secretly let Grandpa Zhao drink cold medicine every day, either adding it to soup or porridge, she thought that no one would find out.

"This chicken soup is so delicious, I want to drink it again tomorrow." Lin Dahu's mouth was stuffed.

"Then kill one of the little yellow you feed tomorrow." Lin Erya snatched a piece of chicken from under Lin Dahu's chopsticks.

Lin Dahu was impatient, chewing the meat in his mouth quickly, complaining indistinctly: "Nengan. Kill Wo Xiaohuang."

"Just know how to eat. Fat you"

Lin Yuehua was smiling at the side, watching the two children bicker without stopping, and from time to time put meat into the two small bowls.

Seeing that the bowl in front of him was empty, Zhao Yunting couldn't help feeling sour. He was so depressed that he dug a large spoonful of soup from the earthen pot, lowered his head and took a sip, his eyes lit up, and he speeded up the speed of drinking the soup.

Zhao Yunting thought that eating and drinking at Da Niu's house was free, so he had to go hunting for more food. Lin Yuehua thought that he would always get Zhao Yunting's game for nothing, so the grandparents and grandchildren of the Zhao family should eat better.

Both of them had the intention of cannibalism, and the result was that after ten days or so, all five members of the family became fat.

In a blink of an eye, the laborers finished their corvée service and returned to the village. When Village Chief Lin saw that everyone was present, he organized the young and middle-aged men in the village to repair the houses that had been damaged by the rainstorm.

A total of ten households had their houses more or less damaged, but they did not build stone houses. The villagers all helped each other and did not ask for money. When the village chief stopped them, they all came.

First of all, the roof of Granny Wang’s house, which sells eggs, leaked, and a few young men climbed onto the roof three times and two times, and soon cleaned up the missing and broken tiles.

The mud wall of Widow Liu's house was washed away, and the villagers stirred up the yellow mud, worked some straw, and soon the wall was pasted.

Lin Yuehua didn't work, but seeing everyone's speed, she sighed with emotion that more people are more powerful.

It took three days for the villagers' house to be repaired, but when it was Zhao Yunting's turn, everyone was in trouble, and the whole house collapsed. This is not repairing the house, but rebuilding it.

Building a new house is not a matter of helping out for a day or two, and many villagers don't want to do it for nothing.

Village head Lin looked at Zhao Yunting's house and was so worried that he smoked his cigarettes. He thought twice before saying, "Yunting, I think your house needs to be rebuilt. You have been in my Lin's village for nearly four years. How about that?" I will decide to divide the land for you."

The villagers have no objection, they can build a house on any piece of land they like, because the Zhao family was an outsider a few years ago, so they didn't give him the land at first, but now the villagers have accepted the Zhao family after all these years.

"Village chief, I don't have any money to build a house now." Zhao Yunting is happy that he has divided the land, but he can't come up with any money.

"Oh, I also expected you to have no money. You donated ten taels of silver to replace the corvee, and your grandfather was seriously ill, which cost a lot of money. Folks!" Village Chief Lin didn't finish speaking, just glanced at him, The surrounding villagers took a step back.

It's not that they don't want to help, the fields are in trouble, the crops are confiscated, and the family has to tighten their belts to live, how can they lend money to Boy Zhao.

Zhao Yunting naturally also saw the dodging eyes of the villagers, and he stood silently by the side without saying a word.

Village head Lin coughed, and then said: "Folks, is there anyone who would like to let kid Yunting live?"

No one said anything, so the village chief called his name: "Mr. Tou's family, I remember you have a vacant house, right?"

The man who was named turned into a bitter face in an instant: "Village Chief, my youngest son is going to say goodbye soon, and that room is reserved for him."

If there are many rooms in the house, it must be Landlord Jiang's house, but everyone didn't think about going to Landlord Jiang's house, because their family rarely interacts with others, and secondly, no one wants to offend him.

Seeing everyone's embarrassment, Lin Yuehua said: "Village chief, there are two vacant rooms in my workshop, and I will provide them to Brother Zhao to live in. Do you think this will work?"

Village head Lin was overjoyed, and immediately nodded: "Of course."

At this time, Zhao Yunting said loudly: "I don't agree."

(End of this chapter)