The fourth girl of the farmer

Chapter 36 Kimchi Jar (2)
"Seriously, if we move stones for your family, every [-] stones will be filled, and next year we will be able to borrow your mixing bucket for one day first?" Luo Daniu was the first to hear the news, so he hurried home and told his parents Yes, I worked hard.

"Hey, there are so many ghost halls in this Yang's second family, and there is such a rule!"

"However, this is pretty good. It's all children's work. It's not bad to be able to borrow it for one day. It's worth it to use it for one day and work for three days in the old way. Go, go."

"My dog ​​can help parents find ways to reduce the burden. It's really worthwhile to take care of you for eight years!"

"Go to his house and move stones for him, or can't we borrow the mixing bucket next year?" Wang Hua'er was furious when he heard his son's report. "Go and ask him, do you know what your last name is? If you have the skills, don't come to my house to settle down in the first place! No, you absolutely can't go, I want to see, he, the second child, can do anything else ?”

A group of children, men and women, big and small, with their backs on their backs, shuttled on the road between Yang's house and Hegou.

"Big girl, you should recite less, you can't walk if you recite too much!" Seeing Wang Daya of Uncle Wang's family recite a full recitation and counting, Yang Ziqian sweated for this poor child, and his heart was full of tears. I was wondering if I was really being unkind.

"It's okay, Fourth Sister Yang, you are really capable, and you can also write?" Seeing Yang Ziqian writing and drawing on a piece of wood with charcoal, the little girl's eyes were full of admiration.

"Well, my brother taught me." Yang Ziqian smiled slightly, trying to cover it up.

"Look at you, look at your three money-losers. Other people's children will help the family with things; look at the moths from the Yang family, why don't you help earn a day's mixing bucket and use it!" Feng The old woman of the family, staring at the boys coming and going on the road, wished she could stare a hole in Mrs. Feng's stomach.

In the Feng family, Mrs. Feng's little feet were bound and her back was so heavy that she couldn't walk at all; the two little girls, one five years old and the other eight years old, were thin and weak, and Mrs. Feng couldn't bear them to work hard.

"Oh, mother, don't be angry. It's not good to be angry. We don't have a son to go out to earn money. At worst, we don't have to borrow it. From now on, when the boy in my stomach comes out, he will have whatever he wants. Your boss What are you worried about?" The concubine walked up to the old woman enchantingly, supported her with a smile on her face, stared coldly at Mrs. Feng, mother and daughter, and said while stroking her unremarkable belly.

"Okay, don't be angry, don't be angry, I'm so angry, it's as you wish. I still want to hug my big fat grandson." The old lady Feng came back to her senses, "Oh, it's a hot day, you hurry up Go back to the house and rest, don't move around, my grandson will not spare you if you are exhausted!"

Aunt Feng looked at the two singing and drinking in front of her, and her heart was dripping with blood.

"Enough, the stones have piled up into a hill, so I won't need their help tomorrow." Yang Zimu looked at the piles of stones in front of the house, was overjoyed, and quietly walked to his sister and asked.

"Well, you can pause for a while." Yang Ziqian gestured and looked down at the record on the board. "Everyone, stop and listen to me about the results of the past two days."

A dozen or so children surrounded Yang Ziqian.

"These two days, thank you all. Our family does not need to move stones for the time being. Now, I will read the names, and everyone will remember your order. Next year, when our family finishes threshing millet, you will come to carry the mixing buckets in order. It's gone." Yang Ziqian cleared his throat and shouted loudly.

"Luo Daniu, the first day; Wang Gouzi, the second day; Wang Daya, the third day; Luo Daniu, the fourth day; Zhang Cheng, the fifth day; Zhong Wazi, the sixth day..." more than a dozen God, the order is out.

"Wow, Luo Daniu, you have earned two days, and you are all in front, your parents must be very happy!"

"I'm already on the eighth day, and I don't know if I can still use it!"

"It's okay, the tenth day is fine. My dad said, with that thing, one day is worth three days. It's not bad to let my dad relax for three days!"

Talking all over the place, the children were about to leave.

"Brother Yang, in the future, if you have anything to do with your family, if you can help me, just call me, and you don't have to ask for that..." Luo Daniu suddenly smiled at Yang Zimu before leaving, and dropped this sentence The words ran away.

"My mother won't believe it. He, the second son of Yang, really dares not to lend it to me. If you want to have this ability, just hang a signboard at the door of his house that says you don't ask for help. That's called ability!" Wang Hua'er was washing by the river. Clothes, I heard the women around me bragging about when their children would spend their money, and they cursed in their hearts.

He didn't dare to say this in front of all the women, but when he got home, he yelled and cursed in front of Yang Dafu.

"Okay, isn't this something that will happen next year? Who can tell?" Yang Dafu was annoyed by the scolding, and he was very annoyed at the woman in his heart, but he didn't dare to scold him, so he could only persuade him.

"Father, all the materials are ready. Tomorrow, we can start construction!" Looking at the rocks like hills, I really want my brother and sister to move them. At this moment, my skin is cracked and my mouth is crooked.Therefore, only by using your brain well can you make money.This time, although the earning is not money, it can save effort, how wonderful!Yang Ziqian stretched greatly and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Ghost spirit!" Yang Danian glanced at his daughter and said with a smile!

Lime and sand are stirred; big stones are built below, and the top is slightly smaller, with a layer of stones and a layer of mortar; piece by piece, slowly, the father and son really built a half-person-high wall .

"Girl, can this be done?" From time to time, Yang Danian had to ask his daughter who was pointing the scene.

Yang Ziqian, who was not born as a plasterer in his previous life, bit the bullet and became a technical director, and had to answer his father over and over again, "Father, it is done. Look, is it thicker and more stable than your sorghum beam wall!"

"Hehe, it needs to be thick and stable." Yang Danian happily smirked as he picked up a stone to build it up.

"Father, when the stove is built, we will repair the room and build a few more rooms. Anyway, it's not the time to plant the spring, and the fields are not busy." Seeing his father's happy look, Yang Zimu took advantage of the heat to encourage him road.

"Okay! Build a few more rooms." The stones were firmly laid on it, and a lot of mud was put on it.The fourth girl said, the more white soil there is, the more stable it will be.

"Okay, it's such a hot day, come on, go back to the house to rest for a while, I've made some soup, let's have a few sips first." Yueniang brought the soup back to the house, and greeted the father and son who were working hard.

"Mother, do you have any other ways to eat?" Yang Ziqian picked up the bowl of fish soup, feeling very uncomfortable.Now, the whole family has almost changed from corn soup to fish soup.Dinner is fish soup; when you are free, such as now, it is not a short meal, Yueniang thinks about the hard work of the family and drinks Ao soup as water.

"This thing, why don't I just eat it as you say?" Yueniang thought, this child of hers gave birth to a lady's mouth, the life of a girl.I have nothing to eat, and I am so picky.

(End of this chapter)