According to the elderly and experienced elders in the village, these days are good days.

After these days, I'm afraid the rain is coming.

So, every household was busy washing and drying.

In the pond at the entrance of the village, when Yang Ruoqing walked with a basket, there was a circle of women squatting by the pond.

Yang Ruoqing tiptoed to find a vacant seat there.

A woman beckoned to Yang Ruoqing: "Qing'er, come to my aunt!" ”

Yang Ruoqing fixed her eyes and saw that it was Aunt Dayun.

She hurriedly carried the basket to the side of the osmanthus flower.

"Just a pair of shoes left for your Uncle Niu, just for a while!" Big Cloud Road.

"There's no hurry." Yang Ruoqing said with a smile and squatted down.

Pick up Uncle Niu's other shoe and brush it with Da Yun.

Da Yun glanced at Yang Ruoqing, and felt even more sensible in his heart.

"Where is your mother? What to do at home? Da Yun asked as he washed.

Yang Ruoqing said: "I was drying clothes just now, and this should be shoveling the pigsty." ”

Da Yun nodded, and asked Yang Ruoqing some other things, whether the piglets were happy to eat or something.

Yang Ruoqing answered them one by one.

When the shoes were about to be washed, there was a sudden movement in the woman's pile.

For these women who blow up their nests at every turn, Yang Ruoqing has long been used to it.

Not interested in looking at them.

But his elbow was lightly touched by the big cloud.

"Widow Liu has also come to do the laundry." Da Yun said in a low voice.

Yang Ruoqing turned her head and glanced over there.

Widow Liu was carrying a wooden basin and was coming this way.

She, like Tan, is wrapped in little feet.

Tan's outside the figure-eight step, when walking, pedaling, a gust of wind and fire.

And Widow Liu gives people the feeling of lotus steps moving lightly.

After only one glance, Yang Ruoqing withdrew her gaze.

Widow Liu, not interested.

Over there, someone in the women's pile greeted Widow Liu with a smile.

"Xiucai Niang, aren't you studying with your family Zichuan in the town? Why are you back in the village today? ”

Widow Liu seemed to be very pleased with this title, and she took the basin with one hand and stroked the hair with the other.

"Tomorrow is my man's sacrifice day, my family Zichuan asked for leave from my husband, and came back to burn incense for his father."

"Oh, your son Chuanshu reads well, and people are also filial, Xiucai Niang, you teach your son well......"

"Where, Where, ......"

"Xiucai Niang, bring me your clothes, I'll help you scrub them?"

"Hehe, no need, a few clothes that Zichuan changed out, I'll wash them off after I go over there for a while."

Widow Liu held the wooden basin, looked at it a few times, and then turned around and walked towards Da Yun and Yang Ruoqing.

On the other side of the big cloud, across the waterway of one meter, there is also an empty stone.

Widow Liu went straight to the empty stone.

The corners of her eyes and eyebrows still have a smile like a spring breeze.

Coldly, she caught a glimpse of a familiar figure.

There was a slight pause at his feet, and the smile on his face suddenly disappeared.

It's really a narrow road, and you can meet a dead fat girl when you wash your clothes!

Widow Liu snorted, and walked past them to the empty stone without squinting.

She was wrapped in little feet and wore embroidered shoes, and the pond was surrounded by mud and small stones that did not slip away.

Widow Liu's feet slid down and let out a low sigh.

Fortunately, Da Yun's eyes were quick and he helped her up.

"Sister-in-law of the Mu family, can I help you up the stone?" Da Yun said kindly.

Widow Liu shook off Da Yun's hand, "No need!" ”

Then, she took the tub and carefully moved it to the large stone a meter away.

Here, Da Yun was bored.

"What kind of person, this is!"

Dayun shook his head, crouched down and continued to wash his shoes.

Yang Ruoqing saw all this in her eyes.

She knew that Widow Liu gave Aunt Da Yun a look, in the final analysis, it was aimed at herself.

kicked her son and offered to quit his family.

This thing is a thorn inserted in Widow Liu's heart, and she can't pull it out alive or dead.

Anyone who gets close to her Yang Ruoqing, Widow Liu will be annoyed together.

"Aunt Dayun, don't take it to heart, she did it for me!"

Yang Ruoqing saw that Da Yun's face was still flushed, and she looked aggrieved, so she couldn't help but whisper and comfort.

Da Yun nodded, "Auntie is fine, don't worry!" ”

Yang Ruoqing nodded.

Soon, Uncle Niu's pair of shoes were cleaned.

Da Yun glanced at the sheets in Yang Ruoqing's basket and said, "Do you want your aunt to help you wash it?" ”

Yang Ruoqing knew that the old man of the Dayun family was not in good health and had many children, so how could she bear to delay her kung fu?

Hurriedly shook his head: "The two sheets will be washed in a while, Aunt Dayun, you go home first!" ”

"Okay, the girl will go first. Be careful! ”

Da Yun snorted at Widow Liu's side.

Yang Ruoqing smiled.

Aunt Dayun is a little worried?

In the blue sky and white days, what can Widow Liu do with herself?

However, in the face of Aunt Dayun's concern, Yang Ruoqing nodded obediently.

"I know, auntie, hurry up and go home."

Da Yun left, and Yang Ruoqing glanced at Widow Liu, who was one meter away.

Widow Liu turned her back to this side and was buried in her laundry.

I don't know if it's because she has nowhere to go, or if it's just to vent or something.

The sound of the mallet smashing the garment, the loud noise.

"Bang bang bang!"

The stone was about to crack.

The sound of the other women beating by the pond echoed over the surface of the water for a long time.

Yang Ruoqing pursed her lips, retracted her gaze and began to do her own thing.

One bed belongs to the blacksmith Luo, and the other is the bed of Tang Yanzi.

Yang Ruoqing put on soap horn powder and scrubbed it carefully......

The women who washed by the pond left one after another.

Yang Ruoqing was almost washed.

She put the half-dried sheet into the bamboo basket and was about to get up.

Widow Liu suddenly called out to her.

"Fat girl, give me a hand and hold me over!"

Looking up, Widow Liu had also washed up and stood up.

She held the wooden basin in one hand, bent down slightly, and stretched out her other hand towards Yang Ruoqing.

Yang Ruoqing remembered that Aunt Da Yun had been bored with herself before, so she squatted there and didn't move.

"Aunt Dayun said that she wanted to carry you over, didn't you say that you didn't need it?" Yang Ruoqing asked.

Widow Liu said: "I squatted for a long time and stood up, dizzy and light-headed. Give me a hand! ”

Everyone is from the same village, and they are Mu Zichuan's mother, and they also talk about this.

If you don't help it, you can't say it.

Anyway, it was a good effort, so Yang Ruoqing stood up.

Between the two stones, there is a distance of almost more than a meter.

Yang Ruoqing leaned over and stretched out her hand towards Widow Liu.

When her hand was still a palm away from Widow Liu's hand, the corners of Widow Liu's mouth suddenly hooked up with a strange smile.

Then, suddenly, her body tilted.

"Poof!"

There was a loud sound of water under his feet, and the splash splashed on Yang Ruoqing's clothes, wetting it.