Presumably it was Yang Shusapling who had already told her the purpose of wheat straw when she asked Luo Sanhui for wheat straw, Jiang Lanqing was grateful, and replied with a smile: "Then thank you so much Sanhui sister-in-law, you also know that my house has not been repaired for many years, and this time the house has to use a lot of wheat straw with a low shed." ”

"It's okay, you can use it, my house was only rebuilt last year, and I don't need wheat straw this year, and I keep it for stepping on dung." Luo Sanhui carried a bench out of the house as she spoke, put it under the persimmon tree in the courtyard, and beckoned the two of them to sit.

Then she went into the house and brought out a few corn cakes, the air was filled with the unique sweet smell of corn, and she handed them to the two of them: "How about tasting this taste?" I grinded it this morning, and it just steamed out. ”

The poplar sapling did not deceive at all, picked up a peeled corn husk and took a bite, the entrance was soft and glutinous and sweet, and he couldn't help nodding and praised: "It's delicious, I haven't had time to make it this year, and I'll steam it in a few days." ”

Seeing that Jiang Lanqing was holding it in her hand and did not move, she slurred her words with a mouthful of corn porridge in her mouth: "Why don't you eat it?" Eat! There is no need to see Chunyang's sister-in-law here, she is very good. ”

Luo Sanhui also echoed and smiled: "Yes, try it, this is not a rare thing, there is still it after eating!" ”

Jiang Lanqing smiled and nodded, tore open the corn husk, and took a bite of the soft and sweet corn cake, it is really good, her son should like it, thinking of her son, she took a bite and did not eat it again, quietly rewrapped the corn husk, and prepared to take it back for her son to taste.

She has no land, and naturally she doesn't have corn, which is a rarity for Jing Shuo.

Luo Sanhui saw that Jiang Lanqing didn't eat after taking a bite, thinking that she didn't like to eat, so she didn't force it, and asked Yang Shumiao about her brother Yang Shulin.

From the words of the two, Jiang Lanqing learned that Yang Shulin's daughter-in-law had a difficult birth when she gave birth, and the adult children were gone, and two years had passed.

Jiang Lanqing wondered why Yang Shulin was nineteen years old, why he didn't marry a wife, the original reason was here.

Luo Sanhui asked again if Yang Shumiao and her Xiucai fiancé were going to get married next year, and whether there was a marriage in Zhang Luo's brother Yang Shulin.

Yang Shumiao only said that she didn't know about it, and she had to ask her father, and her father had to say everything at home.

After listening to Yang Shusapling's words, Luo Sanhui had a plan in her heart, Yang Shulin was a talent, and she was a match for her cousin.

Speaking of the marriage of poplar seedlings, the two have endless words, how many pairs of insoles are made for the wedding, how the wedding furniture is prepared, and the words when crying and marrying can be recorded.

The two were talking happily when they heard a childish voice sounding in the distance: "Mother, Aunt Jinhua is going to beat someone." ”

Hearing this, Luo Sanhui stood up and walked out, and when he saw his son with a dirty face running home, he looked behind him, there was no one, and said unhappily: "What's wrong?" ”

Xiaoshi ran to his mother, rushed over and hugged his mother's legs, and raised his head: "Mother, Aunt Jinhua said that she wanted to kill me." ”

"Why did she hit you?" Luo Sanhui looked down at his son, could it be that his son provoked Ma Jinhua's crazy woman?

Xiao Shi saw that his mother was a little angry, for fear that his mother would beat him, so he hurriedly explained the cause and effect: "Aunt Jinhua and the third uncle took off their clothes and fought in the field, and we saw it, Aunt Jinhua asked us not to tell others, and if we said it, we would kill a few of us." ”