Picking Up a General is Good For Farming

  Han Yingmei almost cried when she was told by Mrs. Han.

   Her milk is too partial, right? When her mother is sick, doesn't she just take care of her? Can't no one be watching? Now her milk is scolded along with her mother and her.

   They are all a family, and she is also the granddaughter of Mrs. Han. How can they treat them so differently?

   Ying Ju, Yinglan and Ying Wan are not the same age as her? Why don't you let them go to work?

  Han Yingmei wanted to refute, but Pan took her hand.

   "Mother, it's all my fault, I'll get up and cook..." Pan shi supported her weak body and said.

   "Hmph, hurry up! Your father and the others will come back from the field later!" Mrs. Han cursed a few more words before she went out.

  Liu shook her **** and went out with Mrs. Han.

   "Mother~" Han Yingmei held back her tears and looked at her mother in distress.

   It’s okay if her mother scolds her, but her mother is sick and she still needs to go to work. It's not like no one cooks in this old Han family.

   "Be good Meier, don't say anything!" Pan said weakly.

   Whoever prevented her from giving birth to a son, she could only accept her fate. There are some things that she is not willing to avoid.

   Maybe it was something she did in her previous life that brought her to this point in this world.

   "Mother, let me go, I'll cook, you rest!"

   "Mom, go~" Pan shook his head, Mrs. Han came here on purpose to find fault, if she didn't go, Mrs. Han would also scold her. "Meier, help your mother."

   "Well..." Han Yingmei choked up and gave Pan's hand, and walked into the kitchen with Pan.

   After a while, smoke rose from the kitchen, and Mrs. Liu sat leisurely in the yard eating melon seeds.

   Zheng Shi gave a lot of these melon seeds, and it just so happened that the others hadn't come back yet. Zheng Shi and Han Yingwan were in the room again, and they had a sip with Han Yingju and Han Yinglan.

  The ground was full of melon seed husks, and Mrs. Liu instructed Han Yingju, "Ju'er, sweep up the melon seed husks. Your lord and the others should come back later."

   "Mother, why don't you let my sister sweep?" Han Yingju muttered in dissatisfaction.

   "Aren't the two of you the same? Hurry up, it's not good for people to see it!" Liu shi put away the sunflower seeds and urged.

   "Okay, okay!" Han Yingju picked up the broom and swept it reluctantly.

   "Mother, I still want to eat!" Han Yinglan said, staring at the melon seeds in Liu's hand.

   "Eat, eat, whatever you want to eat, we won't be able to eat if your grandfather, uncle and the others see it. Your third aunt just stuffed me with so much!" Liu said in a serious tone.

  Han Yinglan pouted and added her sweet fingers.

   As soon as the fifth member of the Han family came back with a hoe, he heard Han Yingmei's shouting from the kitchen.

   "Mother, mother, what's the matter with you? Are you okay?"

   "What's the matter?" The fifth Han family rushed into the kitchen and saw Mrs Pan lying on the ground.

   "Mei Er, what's wrong with your mother?" The fifth Han family asked nervously.

   The face of Mr. Pan, who was lying on the ground, was pale and bloodless, and his complexion was much worse than the one who was lying on the bed just now.

"Uuuuu..." Han Yingmei was so frightened that she started to cry, and said to the fifth elder of the Han family, "Father, mother is sick today, and the milk came to scold her. She insisted that she come to cook. Mother came to cook, but her health is not good. Ah, now..." Han Yingmei's tears couldn't stop falling.

   The fifth Han family's face darkened when he heard this.

   He knew that his own daughter-in-law was sick last night. He thought that Mrs. Pan would have a rest today, but he didn't expect his mother...

   How the **** can...