"Ah-" Osmanthus paused for a moment, "your house is full of dung, what do you tell me to do?, I won't pick--yes, I can't even pick it, how can you provoke it?-what then?" she frowned deeply, and fell into thought, "My father picked all of my family, or call my father to help--no, so that everyone will have something to say." Then call me brother -- oh, you haven't married my brother yet, and my brother can't marry me!

Man Qing couldn't help but roll her eyes: I knew that it was useless to tell her!

Osmanthus also proposed a lot of construction, such as letting Man Qing go to their house to go to the toilet, so that the Gao family's toilet can last for a while. As for Gao Lao, the two of them did not expect him to pick up the dung pit, nor did they plan where he would solve the dung pit after sealing the Gao family's dung pit.

For these Jianyì, Man Qing sent a few more white eyes.

In the morning and afternoon, it is still embroidered with handkerchiefs and purses. Even if you want to pick up the dung pit, it's an evening thing, it's not good to pick up a load of stinky things in the daytime and go out, then you meet the folks, is it better to hide or not?

During the day, Manqing couldn't feel better as long as he thought about the work he had to do in the evening. Osmanthus couldn't help this, sympathizing with Manqing, and at the same time being happy that Manqing was in a bad mood and didn't supervise her harshly. In the evening, she turned back three times, for Aunt Gui now forbade her not to live in her own house until she was married.

Before starting work, Man Qing glanced at the study, where there was no movement except for the door opened twice in the morning and at noon. In fact, not only her, but also the people in the village are very curious: what does Xiucai Gong do every day, and he doesn't go up the mountain or down the ground, except for the little time when he walks after eating, he can't see his people at other times. Not to mention them, it's Manqing, who can't see him at home for a day......

When the countrymen say that people don't know what they are doing, they will say this, you are swinging, you are hatching chicks, you are old......

Man Qing couldn't help but laugh low when she thought of the picture of Gao Lao picking up the chicks in the study. Well, she's a little unfilial - Gao Lao is unkind, she's still filial!

The job of picking up the manure pit is indeed dirty and tiring, and it ranks first among those who do not want to do farm work. Man Qing found the worst piece of clothing, which already had several patches on it, wrapped his head, mouth, nose and feet, struggled to find the dung bucket, and began to work.

Naturally, such filth could not be dumped in front of the house and behind the house, so Man Qing had to pick it up in the peanut and bean field on the side of the mountain. If you don't just finish watering it, you have to water it again......

Manqing endured the stench and began to work on the side of the mountain. This is the third time, and she has limited strength, so she can only run these three times today. Although the dung pit has not been emptied yet, some space has been cleared - Manqing took the time to suck some fresh air to the side, and secretly thought that it was not difficult, didn't he pick out the burden of burden?

It was starting to get dark. When I was working, I didn't feel that time was passing quickly, and when it was over, when I looked up again, it was dark.

Man Qing looked at the sky, and then looked at the field, Xindao only came to fetch water the next morning, so he washed the dung bucket by the river on the side, and walked back. As he was approaching the side of the road, a few horses suddenly came running from the direction of the town, and in addition to the sound of horses' hooves, there were two very frivolous teasing sounds.

"Whose little lady is that, what about your man, why do you want to come out to pick up the dung bucket?"

"The little lady looks weirdly young, if you can't pick your man, brother, I'll help you choose, okay?"

"Hey, boss, you said I'm going to help this little lady do something good and then go to the river to do something, haha, it's a good thing anyway-"

Man Qing suddenly heard the voice of anger burning in her heart: It's him! It's actually the big bear who pestered her yesterday and thought he was a good person! She told herself that she couldn't be in a hurry, and she couldn't look up angrily to refute them, this was the main road, they were all riding horses to the river, it was already a little dark, they were very short of time, and they wouldn't mess around......

Zhang Ye also thinks so. Men, they love to ridicule each other, not to mention women who pick up dung buckets - women have to come out to pick up dung buckets, either widows or men can't do it, and these two types of women are naturally the focus of being molested. He also knew that these men had a good time in their mouths. But if you run into a merry widow, these men are really willing to help carry the dung bucket to the house...... No, why does that figure look familiar?

He looked at it again, and was suddenly surprised to find that the woman who was tightly wrapped was actually a little girl from the Gao family! Yes, why didn't he expect it, the Gao family was right next to this, and the Gao family didn't have anyone else to pick up the dung bucket?

"Shut up! Hurry up, go!" For a moment he had a fever on his face, and he couldn't think of what to say for a while, so he hurriedly drank two novices, and the three of them hurried forward like a wind.

Man Qing finally heard him speak, and took the two scoundrels away, and the anger in her heart was finally a little smaller, but then her anger turned to disdain: Hmph, what's the matter, it's not like a half catty and eight taels with Liu Datou, a senior senior and a two! She spat fiercely at their backs, "Next time, talk nonsense in front of me, see if I don't pour a spoonful of dung over it!"

Man Qing looked at the super-long handle dung spoon in the dung bucket, and suddenly felt that this thing was still a good weapon, and whoever wanted to mess with her in the future would greet this thing, hum, anyway, she even picked the dung bucket, and she could still dislike this thing for being dirty?!

When she returned home and put away the guys, she first ran to the creek to remove the layers of cloth wrapped outside, washed them well, and then returned home and fetched a few buckets of water, washed her hair and body, changed her clothes, and felt that there was no smell on her body, so she breathed a sigh of relief and sat down to rest.

After such a busy day, Man Qing only felt weak at this moment. It was already dark and there were almost no human figures, but fortunately, there was still a little moonlight, faintly reflected in the courtyard, leaving mottled shadows of trees, and strange shadows left by clothes hanging on bamboo poles--it was a little scary. But in the eyes of the tired Man Qing, she was not terrible at all, and she decided that life was much more terrible than these illusory gods and ghosts.

It occurred to her that she hadn't cooked dinner yet. And Gao Lao didn't have dinner at this time today, and he didn't come out and called her violently. She turned her head to look at the only brightly lit study in the entire Gao family, smiled self-deprecatingly, and then got up resignedly and went to make dinner.

Gao Lao finally grew up a little, knowing that she did the work that men should do, and she was tired, so she didn't come to quarrel with her. In fact, when she came back with a dung bucket, she thought about it, if Gao Lao didn't come to quarrel indiscriminately, she also greeted with a dung spoon-

Forget it, if Gao Lao is not hungry, she is still hungry, the world is big, and the food is the biggest.

That night, Zhang Ye also tossed and turned for a long time before falling asleep. The reason why he rushed to the river in the evening today was because he went out to find someone who was high four taels and Liu Datou. His tung grove began to get on the right track, and he needed more manpower, and at this time he walked two more, so it was inevitable to find two to make up for it. I don't want to be so coincidental, and I met the little girl of the Gao family again-

How can a little girl who has to walk 10 miles with 20 pounds of rice on her back pick up a dung bucket? This question is like a magic spell, which not only makes him fall asleep for a long time, but also stubbornly jumps into his dreams, making his heart also tug at it......

In the dream, the tall girl walked in front of him with a dung bucket, and her whole body was about to bow to the ground, dragging forward step by step, and her thin shoulders were still twitching...... He wanted to go up and help, but no matter what he said, Miss Gao just wouldn't look back, and finally he ran in front of her strongly, but he only saw that she was tightly wrapped, and he couldn't see her face at all, and he still didn't want him to help. In the end, he had no choice but to go first, but as if he had eyes behind his back, he seemed to see her spat at him......