Chapter 9

Back home, the three sisters all poured down a large bowl of cold water.

After a short rest, the three of them were busy again.

Chopping pig grass, feeding chickens, picking and washing vegetables...

Life in the countryside seems never to be idle for a moment.

Yang Qiao took a notched kitchen knife and started chopping pigweed on a wooden board.

Although in Yang Pan's memory, Yang Qiao is already familiar with doing this, but there is still a big difference between the memory and what he saw with his own eyes.

Yang Pan only felt that the kitchen knife would be cut into Yang Qiao's hand if she was not careful, and she could even imagine how blood flowed profusely after Yang Qiao's hand was cut.

"Qiaoqiao, be careful, don't hurt your hands!" Yang Pan told her that she didn't even feed the chicken, and kept her eyes fixed on Yang Qiao's movements.

Yang Qiao raised her eyebrows and said with a smile, "Sister, don't worry, my hands are steady, and I will never cut myself."

After finishing speaking, the pigweed in Yang Qiao's hand had been chopped, she quickly picked up a handful again, and started chopping again.

Yang Pan wanted to say a few more words, but he was afraid that if he said more, it would affect her performance, and she would be distracted and hurt herself, so she simply shut up.

It's just that I forgot to feed the chicken with the vegetable leaves in my hand.

Yang Qian came over and continued the work she had stopped.

Only then did Yang Pan come back to his senses, and said to Yang Qian, "Go and have a rest, it's fine for my sister to do it here."

Compared with chopping pig grass, feeding chickens is still very simple.

Food is precious, and people can only eat half full. Naturally, there is no extra food to feed chickens, so they can only feed vegetable leaves, worms caught in the vegetable field and earthworms in the field.

But earthworms...

Yang Pan couldn't help but get goosebumps when she saw Yang Qiao catch the earthworms packed densely in small jars from her memory.

It's so scary!

Thinking of this, Yang Pan couldn't help but look at Yang Qiao again.

My current sister is really capable.

But he is only 12 years old, not only good at talking, but also good at work, but he is not good at reading.

But when it comes to studying, let alone Yang Qiao, Yuan Shen, Yang Qian, and the three sisters are mediocre.

But even so, Yang's father and Yang's mother also gritted their teeth and sent all three of the sisters to study, which was the first in the entire Yangjia Village.

No one in the village would say that Yang and An are out of their minds, wouldn't it be nice to have that money to buy meat?
After all, the daughter is going to get married in the future, and she belongs to someone else's family. I don't know why Yang and An are tightening their belts and sending their three daughters to study?
It’s okay if they can do well in their studies, but I heard from the children in the village that the three daughters of Yang and An’s grades are all average. Even if the eldest daughter is admitted to high school, she is at the bottom of high school, and there is no possibility of being admitted to university.

In this case, high school is not in vain.

It's better to come back to work early, so that you can work for the family for a few more years before you get married.

Faced with the gossip in the village, Yang and An both smiled naively and said nothing, but whenever school started, he would go with Yang's mother to pay his daughter's tuition.

Recalling this, Yang Pan is still very relieved, at least it shows that Yang's parents and mothers love their daughters, so even if the conditions are a bit difficult, it is not so unacceptable.

What's more, she still has a mysterious space now.

Although she still doesn't know what the space looks like and what its functions are, but after listening to Xiao Ling's introduction, she thinks it shouldn't be too bad.

After feeding the chickens, Yang Pan saw that Yang Qiao had already chopped a small pile of pigweed, so he went to the eaves and brought a bamboo basket, and put the chopped pigweed into the basket.

These hogweeds chopped now are not today's pig food, but tomorrow's.

After the pig grass is chopped, put it in a basket and put it in the kitchen. The next morning, Dad Yang will cook the pig food in a big iron pot, and cook the rice porridge for the morning and noon by the way.

That's right, unlike women in other families who get up early in the morning to do the work of the kitchen and wash the clothes, in the Yang family, father Yang does the kitchen work in the morning, and the three sisters do the laundry together.

As for Yang's mother, she would not get up until Yang's father cooked breakfast.

After the family had breakfast, Father Yang and Mother Yang would go out to work together.

In addition, the family's financial power is in the hands of Yang's mother, and Yang's mother is in charge of all major and minor matters in the family, so Yang's father is also known as a strict wife in Yangjia Village.

It is also the object of ridicule by all the men.

The sun was setting to the west, Yang Pan and the three sisters finished the pigweed and cooked the food, and Yang's father and mother came back.

The two of them were exhausted, their trousers were rolled up to their knees, and there was still some dirty mud on their feet.

"Mom and Dad, you are back, you can eat after washing your hands." Yang Pan said, and then got into the kitchen to prepare the food.

Yang Qian brought a enamel basin with paint off and came to Yang's parents and mother, and said obediently, "Parents, wash your hands."

Father Yang put the plow rake on his shoulder to the edge of the yard, touched the top of the little daughter's head with his big palm, and said with a smile: "Qianqian is so good!"

Yang Ma put down her hoe, put her hands in the enamel basin to wash, and said: "It's not clean, and you won't get sick if you eat it. Only you sisters are poor."

Yang Qian just laughed and didn't speak.

Yang's mother didn't care whether the youngest daughter answered or not, after all, since the eldest daughter went to school, she had asked them to wash their hands before eating. After so many years, she was used to it, but she couldn't avoid nagging every time.

She asked again: "Did you pick the twigs this afternoon? Your second sister didn't have the audacity to catch snakes, did she?"

Yang Qian shook her head, "I didn't pick it up, they were all picked up. The second sister didn't go to catch the snake. The eldest sister and the second sister and I came back after we finished hunting the pigweed."

Seeing that Mama Yang had washed her hands, she quickly handed over another towel.

The towels were tattered, and they were used for bathing before, and they could no longer be used for bathing when they were rotten, so they were used as towels to wipe their hands.

Even the rags used to wipe the table came in the same way.

These days, it is difficult for rural people to tear a piece of cloth to make clothes.

Fortunately, there are more shops in the town or the county, and more fabrics, but because the Yang family wants to send their three daughters to study, they have no other income except the output of the field and the pigs and chickens raised at home. Life is tight, and Yang's mother has no extra money to buy new clothes for the three sisters.

They are all small and big ones to wear. If they are really unsuitable, they can be reduced to mend clothes, or to make shoe soles and rags. In short, they should not be wasted.

At this time, Papa Yang also washed his hands, Mama Yang wiped it and handed it to Papa Yang.

Yang Pan and Yang Qiao carried a rice cooker, one with bowls, chopsticks and green vegetables, and placed them on the dining table in the main room. Father Yang, Mother Yang and Yang Qian also entered the main room.

Just as the family was about to finish their meal, the village chief Yang Xinguo came in with a chicken, "How about dinner?"

(End of this chapter)

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