"Caiyun, you dead girl! What are you lying down if you have nothing to do! Your brother is burned like this, you are dead?"

Shu Jianqiang and his wife sent their baby son to the county hospital, and Mrs. Shu picked up her granddaughter's ears and walked home while scolding. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Shu Caiyun was in pain, and turned around and glared at Qingling hatefully.

Qingling was really lying down and was shot. said silently: In the future, I will be farther away from this family.

Zhang Youkang persuaded her to open a little, who doesn't have a few bad relatives? If you say something ugly, you will be blown by the strong wind, and if you worry about them, you will only be in a depressed mood.

Grandma Zhang also persuaded her: The most important thing at the moment is to take care of her arm injury, good hands and feet, full beard and full tail, and worry about not being able to support herself?

She loved to hear that.

Qingling laughed and ate.

When the dungeon was in the palace, as soon as the palace master was dipped in wine, he complained to a few of them: how fortunate the men in the world are. After sobering up, he led Qingfeng and others, who were strong in martial arts, to go out to "eliminate violence and peace", "kill the rich and help the poor", and the target was often Bo Xingnan, who failed women.

Over time, Qingling also felt that as a woman, she couldn't rely only on men to live. At the very least, we must not lose our self-reliance.

Take a sip of the fragrant pheasant soup from the soup bowl and squint your eyes in satisfaction.

"Girl, why don't you move in with the two of us, there are snakes in your house, and you live in fear, I am afraid to think about it. Grandma Zhang thought of the rumors in the village in the past few days, and persuaded with palpitations.

There are ready-made rooms in the left and right homes, which are prepared for the son's family in the provincial capital. Usually there is cleaning all the time, not to mention that it is summer, and you can live with a bed blanket.

Of course, Qingling would not move in, although the neighbors on all sides were scattered, she still deliberately lowered her voice and said: "Don't hide it from your second elder, those snakes in my family have left." I lived very safely. ”

"Huh, gone?" Zhang Youkang and the old couple were surprised. I heard the rumors in the village before, and I thought that I was really making a cave in Shujia.

"Yes, if it weren't for the fear that my grandmother would move back again, I wouldn't hide it. Qingling said with a wry smile.

Grandma Zhang patted her hands: "You are not wrong! The house belongs to yours, why should they live in it? Let them think that those snakes are still in your house." Anyway, few of those people really care about you......"

"Just know that the girl is safe, what are you doing with those who don't have it! Let's eat, if you don't eat soup, it should be cold." ”

Grandma Zhang glanced at her wife with disgust, but didn't say anything more. added a chicken leg to the Qingling bowl and said, "Girl, I have sorted out all the pheasant feathers you want, Ming'er will wash them first, and then take them home when they are dry." But don't think about what to do until your arm is fine. ”

"Good. Qingling replied cheerfully. The two of them sandwiched a piece of relatively tender chicken tenderloin.

"Enough is enough, girl, you eat by yourself. I'll just drink some soup with your uncle, people are old, and it's not easy to digest meat if you eat too much. Moreover, the teeth are not good, and they can't bite. ”

"You two haven't eaten much. What's more, the meat in this position is tender, I don't believe you can taste it. If you're too old, I won't give it to you and your uncle. ”

"Good ......"

The three of them sat in the transparent courtyard, drinking chicken soup, nibbling on chicken, and chatting about family life.

Fireflies twinkle in the fields outside the courtyard walls, and the night sky is full of stars. It looks like tomorrow will be another sunny day.

……

After that day, Qingling heard that Shu Guigui's fever had subsided.

Luck was not bad, I didn't burn my brain after burning all afternoon.

But I really suffered a lot, I stayed in the county hospital for three days, took injections and medicines every day, and waited until the fever completely subsided and did not recur, and I did not see other complications, so I bowed to the Bodhisattva and was discharged home.

At this time, the busiest "double robbery" labor of the year in the countryside began, and every household buried their heads in the sweltering fields -- some people bent down to cut rice; some people loaded the harvested ears of rice onto flatbed trucks and pushed them to the grain drying field; and some people were responsible for threshing rice.

The beaten rice has to be turned over and dried quickly when the weather is good. When the rainy season comes, if it has not been dried, the millet is easy to rot.

After the early rice is harvested, it is necessary to plant the late rice.

Rice planting is also a hard job, bending over and squatting in the rice field, bending all day, so tired that I can't straighten my waist. Sometimes they are sucked by leeches.

But for the harvest of late rice in the second half of the year, for the little ration on the head, no matter how tired you are, you have to stay up, who dares to shout bitterness.

No one dares to be lazy. The secretary of the brigade and the president of the commune stared at it with four eyes. As a farmer, after a busy year, don't you look forward to this moment?

"Busy farming", "busy farming", if you are not busy, you won't call it this name. Almost everyone is in a race against time.

During this period, Liu Jihong, who said that Shu Yingfang's original deity was killed, never appeared, and even Mrs. Shu, who was thinking about how to recapture her brick house all day long, didn't have time to find fault with her.

Shu Jianqiang and his wife were desperately urged by the production captain, the team secretary and the president to rush to work, get up early and go out in the dark, go home in the dark, and fall asleep when they get home.

Although Mrs. Shu felt sorry for the money, she also felt sorry for her only son, so she carefully grabbed the money in her hand and ran to the supply and marketing cooperatives the next day to get some meat and come back to add food to her son.

The double rushed down, and Rao is strong labor was so tired that he was peeling off his skin, so what could he do if he didn't make up some oil stars.

In addition to making up for his son, he also has to make up for his grandson.

It was no big deal to be precious, and a few days after being discharged from the hospital, he began to be lively again. Mrs. Shu, her youngest son, and her daughter-in-law pondered that they would wait for the double robbery to settle accounts with the dead girl.

It just so happened that the two snatched up the summer grain, and if they couldn't get the money, they let her use the food to pay.

This family wants to be beautiful, but it also depends on whether people are happy or not.

Qingling sneezed twice in a row, suspecting that the best family was planning against her behind her back again. But she is not afraid, she has the ability to rob the door, Xiaojin and her go up the mountain to escape the summer, and the three brothers of Xiaoban take turns to take care of the house.

Compared with the enthusiasm (unspeakably miserable) of the members, Qingling's days of recuperation are much more leisurely. I can't get off the ground with my arms hanging horizontally and vertically, and my home is stuffy during the day, so I simply run up the mountain every day.

The splint on his arm was removed after seven days. However, in order to make her muscles and bones grow better, Grandpa Zhang asked her to continue to tie the bandage, so as not to bump her arm again when she was busy with this and that.

Although it is still inconvenient, compared to the splint, the bandage is much more dexterous. At least I can help my left hand with some light housework.

The dirty and smelly shirt was finally taken off and replaced.

The original one was so sour that I couldn't wear it, and the scapula was off again, so I simply asked Grandma Zhang to remove it, wash it and dry it and stitch it again.

However, the comfortable bath still did not make it. It's just that with the help of Grandma Zhang, I wiped the wormwood bath all over my body to kill and remove the smell, and then changed into a refreshing and breathable linen shirt.