Abandoned farmer: take cute baby to farm

Chapter 239 A Warm and Quiet Night
Pour well water into the tub.

The water covered the bowls and chopsticks.

She picked up the dishes made of sorghum seedlings to wash the dishes and cook.

Carefully swirl back and forth in the bowl.

Constantly brushing the dishes.

The little guy is playing while washing.

And some dishes are not clean.

Jiang Ruyue educated him after seeing it.

"Xiao Xing, do you know that the bowl after eating should be cleaned? Otherwise, the next time you use a dirty bowl to hold food, people will get sick after eating it."

Hear her say that.

When the little guy nodded to show that he knew, suddenly his little hand slipped, and the bowl fell into the tub, and the splashed water flew towards Jiang Ruyue.

soon.

Her clothes were immediately wet with the dishwater.

"Hey, Jiang Ruyue felt helpless at this moment, but she didn't blame the little guy."

It's about educating him to be careful in doing things in the future.

After the mother and son washed the dishes, Jiang Ruyue cleaned the stove again.

After all this work.

It was already dark.

After entering the room, Jiang Ruyue first made the bed.

Then, he took off his clothes, shoes and socks for the little guy.

After the mother and son washed their feet.

Lie in bed.

"Mother, what did you do this afternoon?" the little guy asked with concern.

"Do you know that children are not allowed to inquire about adults?"

"Well, okay." The little guy replied a little unhappy.

"Come on, don't be unhappy, mother will tell you a story about a goldfish and a farmer today."

"Yes."

What he likes most is lying in his mother's arms at night and listening to her telling stories.

"Once upon a time there was an old man and an old woman"

Live by the blue sea;

They lived together in a dilapidated small wooden shed,
There are exactly 40 years.

The old man cast a net for fishing.

The old woman spins and knots the thread.

Once the old man cast his net into the sea,

All that was dragged up were some algae.

Then he cast another net.

What was dragged up was some seaweed.

For the third time he cast his net.

But caught a fish.

Not an ordinary fish - a big, long goldfish.

The goldfish begged bitterly!
She said like a human being, "Let me go, old man, put me back in the sea."

When talking, Jiang Ruyue's voice became softer as she spoke.

Before the end of the story, the mother and son embraced each other and fell asleep.

In the quiet mountain village at night, the sounds of animals whispered.

In the quiet and peaceful village, the lights of every house are flickering.

Occasionally, there was a movement, which caused a barking of dogs.

A more intimate silence followed.

In the main house of Jiang's courtyard.

Candlelight flickered.

Sitting cross-legged on the head of the bed, Mrs. Liu held the sole of the shoe in her left hand, and the needle thread in her right hand. She was holding each needle tightly. After a few stitches, the old man paused, drew a graceful arc on the top of his head with the needle, and continued Her journey of love.

Liu's face was kind, and the corners of her smiling mouth were slightly raised, like a crescent moon hanging in the sky.

She is making cloth shoes for the little guy.

When it was halfway through, Liu suddenly remembered that if he made the upper, he still needed to measure the feet.

So he entered Jiang Ruyue's room in the middle of the night and was about to carry Xiao Xing into his own room.

Jiang Ruyue originally wanted to refuse, but she couldn't stand Liu's enthusiasm.

In the end, she carried the little guy to Liu Shi's room with sleepy eyes.

After Mrs. Liu returned to the house, by candlelight, she used dry lime to draw marks on the broken steps, and then cut them out with scissors.

Jiang Ruyue looked at Liu's earnest expression, and she cast herself down in admiration.

It is said that all the rural women in ancient times were good at making clothes, shoes and clothes.

In Jiang Ruyue's view, as long as there are high-quality fabrics and tools.

They can definitely be called designers and seamstresses in the ancient fashion industry, they are diligent and practical.

Just say that the ancient coarse cloth shoes are light and comfortable, with good air permeability and water absorption, and they will not cause athlete's foot when worn.

(End of this chapter)