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Chapter 14 Chen Xiaolang and Zhao Xiaoniang

Early March.

When spring returns to the earth, all things are born.

Chen Chu opened up a few rows of wasteland next to the apple orchard.

Burning weeds, picking up gravel, leveling the land, and building ridges.
Even with the big yellow ox plowing the field, this process still makes people very tired. Blood blisters are worn out on the palms, and the blood blisters are worn out again, and so on.

But Chen Chu could still hold on.

Among the students majoring in agriculture, there are few delicate people.

A delicate person would not choose this major.

The plan for a year lies in spring, not empty talk.

At this time, Chen Chu was not the only one who was busy with spring plowing.

Most of the men in the fleeing village gathered on the sloping field behind the village, planting rice, planting beans, weeding and watering.

A busy scene.

Women and children dig wild vegetables all over the mountains and plains.

Compared with previous years, there is no shortage of rations this year, but the deep-rooted habits of the spring famine still make them act.

'Half a year of wild vegetables and half a year of grain', this proverb represents the living conditions of farmers for thousands of years.

Shepherd's purse, water celery, bracken, purslane, dandelion, pheasant
Uh, although the name of the last wild vegetable is not serious, it is a serious wild vegetable, with a green face and a white back, and a spindle-shaped root.

Each of these wild vegetables has its own characteristics and tastes, and requires different cooking techniques.

Although they live in poverty, the women can make all kinds of wild vegetables, so that the children who are growing up and the men who are working hard can eat deliciously.

The cat was not idle either, with a calico towel wrapped around its head, and it was climbing on an old elm tree to stroke the elm money.

The small cloth pocket on his side is full.

Hutou stood under the tree with his head up, and the old purse was stuffed with coriander roots. The lamb in his arms took one of the coriander roots while the little owner was not paying attention.
The sap of the rhizome of Imperata cotta is slightly sweet, and it is a natural snack for farm children.

Not only Tiger Head likes it, but also hot pot.

Oh, by the way, the hot pot is the lamb of the pair of mother and son that Chen Chu bought more than a month ago.

As the head of the family, Chen Chu named it Chen Hot Pot and his mother Chen BBQ.

However, Hutou has already regarded hot pot as a pet, which runs counter to Chen Chu's original intention of naming
But in spring, there are not only delicious wild vegetables and pleasing seedlings, but also crazy-growing weeds.

The most annoying of them all is La La Yang.

This kind of weed grows when it sees soil and grows when it sees water. It spreads in patches and becomes entangled.

Therefore, it is also commonly known as "cutting the vine" among the people.

Yang Zhen, who came to help after finishing the work at home, used a hoe to gather the clumps of seedlings into a ball, and couldn't help complaining: "Grandma, you have been working hard on the crops all day long, but the crops are dying at every turn." You see. But if you don’t pay attention to it in three or two days, the cutting vine will grow wildly, and it can’t be eradicated.”

"Exactly. This bird can neither be eaten nor used as firewood, and the animals don't even look at it! It's not good at all!"

Speaking of Lalayang's disadvantages, even the usually taciturn eldest son couldn't help but echo him.

"This thing is annoying, but not at all useful."

Chen Chu smiled while leaning on the handle of a hoe.

"What's the use, tell me?" Yang Zhen said unconvinced.

"Can brew beer."

"Brewing?" Yang Zhen didn't understand what beer was, but he could hear the word brewing clearly.

"Well, in summer, I'll try to do it."

The weather was getting warmer, and Chen Chu couldn't help swallowing when he thought of cold beer.

Lala Yang, Cannabis, Humulus, and hops belong to the same family.

Hops play a preservative role in the brewing process of beer, and can also balance the taste of beer and clarify the liquor.

And the female flower inflorescence of Lalayang also has this function.

In the evening, Chen Chu returned home with a hoe on his shoulder.

A fragrance was smelt from afar.

"What did you cook? It smells so good." Chen Chu put the hoe against the wall and walked to the stove with a smile.

"Yumqian rice." Mao'er triumphantly lifted the lid of the pot and gave him a look.

When Chen Chu was young, he ate yuqian rice made by his grandmother, mixed with sesame oil, garlic and vinegar sauce. Ouch, it is so delicious~
In addition to Yuqian rice for dinner, the cat also mixed a plate of shepherd's purse.

The people watching moved their index fingers.

However, the way Chen Chu clumsily used chopsticks while eating caught Mao'er's attention.

After two more glances, the cat noticed his rotten palm.

"How did your hands look like this!"

"It's okay."

Chen Chu didn't care.

But the cat refused, dropped the bowl and chopsticks, stood up and took a basin of clean water, and pulled his hand over without any explanation.

Mao'er wet the towel in the basin, and carefully wiped the dirt around the wound for Chen Chu.

Then he walked to the chopping board, picked up the kitchen knife and moved it to his neck with his backhand.

"What are you doing?" Chen Chu was startled by the action that seemed to kill himself.

Seeing Chen Chu's nervous look, Mao'er pursed his lips and smiled, parting a lock of hair with his other hand and cutting it off with a kitchen knife.
"Ashes can stop bleeding and promote muscle growth." Mao'er burned the lock of hair to ashes, turned around and squatted beside Chen Chu's feet.

"It's a pity." Chen Chu regretted that he had black hair but his temples were short.

"The hair can grow longer, what a pity." Mao'er gently painted the gray hair on Chen Chu's palm, and raised her eyes.

Chen Chu was sitting on the wooden stake, looking at the cat from top to bottom, and the eyes of the two met for a moment.

This time the cat didn't run away in panic, but still lowered its head uncomfortably.

Maoer knows that she looks good, and her mother also said that 'the profile of cats is the best'.

Thinking of her mother's words, Mao'er quietly tilted her head, as if inadvertently showing Chen Chu the perfect profile.
At night, Chen Chu got into another shack as usual.

It was late at night again when he finished his book copying plan for the day.

Turn around next door.

Pushing open the half-closed door, there was silence inside, and the long breathing of the tiger's head could be faintly heard.

"Is that you?" In the dark shack, the cat asked in a low voice.

"Well, it's me."

Chen Chu climbed onto the bed.

Next to him is a tiger head, and inside the tiger head is a cat.

The tiger head is the [-]th line of the human form of the two, and it is also the "innocence" boundary of the cat's self-deception.

A few days ago, Peng Er, who can do carpentry, helped Chen Chu build a bed, a table, and a wooden bucket for bathing.

After getting the cloth, Aunt Yang and Aunt Yao helped Maoer make two new quilts.

It is said that under the current conditions, the two have the opportunity to sleep in separate beds.

But Chen Chu didn't say anything, and Mao'er didn't mention it either.
Anyway, the two of them ate the same pot of food, slept in the same bed, and maintained a pure relationship between men and women.

After Chen Chu lay down on the bed, Mao'er groped to pull out the quilt under the restless tiger's head, put it lightly on Chen Chu's body, and whispered, "Cover yourself, don't catch a cold. "

"Well, you haven't slept so late, did you wake me up?" Chen Chu asked.

The cat didn't reply.

'I can't sleep until you come back', she couldn't say the embarrassing truth.

"After finishing the quilt, there are still a few feet of cloth left, measure your figure tomorrow, and I will make a new suit with you." Mao'er turned over lightly, and said this sentence.

"Make it for the tiger's head." Chen Chu has been doing farm work every day recently, and has no need to wear new clothes.

But Mao'er said: "Children grow up fast, I just change my old clothes to fit her."

"Then make yourself a new one." Chen Chu said.

"You are a man, you need to dress properly when you go out to have face. If you have face, I will wear shabby clothes, and others will not dare to underestimate our sisters."

Cat insisted stubbornly.

Chen Chu smiled and said, "Ms. Zhao, you are really stubborn."

Mao'er imitated Chen Chu's tone, and said mischievously: "Chen Xiaolang, Zhao Xiaoniang has been like this since she was a child. It's too late for Chen Xiaolang to regret it now, Zhao Xiaoniang is your wife, and officials can't shake her off."

At first I heard it was a joke, but I carefully hid the truth.

(End of this chapter)