The most beautiful daughter-in-law of space peasant women, Shanlihan

Chapter 7 Two Pairs of Shoes Under the Kang

The old man Qin slept back and forth, and in a blink of an eye, he saw his mother-in-law listening to the wall with her farts pouted, "Huh, you don't sleep in the middle of the night, what are you listening to?" old lady...

Mrs. Wang didn't care about him, she laughed and felt sad for a while, and finally got on the kang muttering, grabbing the sleepy old man Qin, "Hey, why are you so fast?"

"Huh?" The old man Qin perfunctory with drooping eyelids.

Wang continued to babble, "The second child was tossing around half the night, the third child caught a cold for an hour, and the fourth child was a vixen who stayed up until dawn. Why did the eldest become a stick of incense?"

The old man Qin was still dreaming of plump and sweet rice grains, but Mrs. Wang muttered like a curse, and he flipped over like chasing flies, "It's alright, alright, you don't care about other things, this matter is all right." Put it in the coffin, it can be eaten as food."

"Eat, eat, eat, you know how to eat!" Mrs. Wang ran away immediately, grabbing the old man's arm and twisting it with each hand, "I married a toad with a bag of rice, I think the boss just looks at her face so he doesn't mind. The last son can't give birth to a son, so watch you cry."

"Ouch." The old man Qin was twisted away from the sleepy bug, and seeing that the old woman was still nagging, he rolled over and fell on top of her.

"What are you doing, go down." Wang Shi was startled by the pressure, and blushed in the dark.

The old man Qin chuckled, "You remember everything about your son clearly, and I'll help you recall your own."

As she said that, when the quilt was covered, Wang's chatter was swallowed into the sound of swallowing, the ground shook on the kang, and two pairs of shoes came off the kang.

As a result, Mrs. Wang, who always gets up early, got up late, making the bed in the morning and still supporting her waist. As soon as she went out, she ran into Lin Qiaoyun carrying two sheets and was about to go out. Seeing Mrs. Wang, she smiled and nodded, "Mother, in the morning Dad served tea, and dad said you were tired last night, so I took your share too. I will go to the village to wash the sheets, and I will help cook when I come back."

Seeing Lin Qiaoyun walking away lightly, the yard was completely silent.

The daughters-in-law watched their mother-in-law supporting the old waist with dull expressions, and Wang's whole body was stiff, neither letting her hands go nor supporting her.

"What are you looking at, go to work!" In vain, a lion roared, Wang turned around, and locked herself in the room again with a bang.

Lin Qiaoyun could hear the roar behind her even when she walked far away, she bent her mouth and hummed happily, "The sun is shining in the sky, and the flowers are smiling at me..."

The sun is good today, she pulled a piece of cloth to cover her face, adhering to the principle that it is not wrong to be ugly, but it is wrong to be scary when she comes out, and lived the life of a peasant woman in a particularly fresh way.

Yunshan Village is a very beautiful place, surrounded by mountains, the mountainside is covered with mist all the year round, the emerald green is covered with white mist like a fairyland, and there is a wild peach forest on the wasteland at the foot of the mountain. It is the time when the peach blossoms are in full bloom. Connected in a line, like a pink ribbon.

The houses in the village are low and low, with thatched houses and adobe houses scattered at the foot of the mountain, beside the pond, and on the ridge of the field. The mountain is gentle, but most of the fields are still terraced.

It takes half a stick of incense to walk from the end of the village to the stream. The stream flows from south to north, directly through the village to the peach forest in the mountain depression, and the water surface is often sandwiched with peach blossom petals.

Lin Qiaoyun's fresh face immediately attracted attention. When she walked to the edge of the stream, a peasant woman had already greeted her, "Hey, daughter-in-law of the Qin family, come here to wash your hair, I'm done."

"Thank you, sister-in-law." Lin Qiaoyun was not afraid of surprises, and responded crisply.

When the stream was flowing down, there was a sudden scream, "No, the dog fell into the water."

(End of this chapter)