The weather is cold, Huaizi and Chrysanthemum are particularly sticky at night, and Chrysanthemum is greedy for Huaizi's hot arms and uses him as a pillow; Huaizi covets the soft body of the chrysanthemum, and feels that it is more comfortable to hold her than to hold the pillow, and the two of them are so good that they are in honey.

Every night, Chrysanthemum would do some needlework under the lamp - now that she was married, she could no longer count on her sister-in-law, and even if the needlework was not good, she would have to help her family. In order not to make this activity boring, she asked Huaizi to read a book and read it to her.

As a result, their rooms were filled with laughter and debates. Zhang Yang of Westinghouse listened to their voices and was often stunned: his brother and sister-in-law are neither as hard as scholars, but also not like ordinary peasant couples who only know how to farm and have children.

He suddenly felt a little envious, looked at the book in his hand, and sighed slightly!

In another room, Zhang Dazhuan sat on a stool, his legs stretched out, and he looked at He Shi, who was doing needlework, smiling.

He Shi glanced at him and said, "You still don't sleep?" Then why don't you go to Changhe Big Brother to gossip? ”

Zhang Dazhuan smiled: "You can't gossip with him every day - how can there be so much to say?" Besides, he has a grandson to take with him now, and he's busy! ”

When He Shi heard these sour words, he laughed and said, "Haven't you been talking to him for decades?" The little milk babies are sleeping at night, what grandchildren do you bring? You are also angry with him, and you want to hug your grandson quickly. As he spoke, he glanced meaningfully at his son's room.

She deliberately didn't share an oil lamp with Chrysanthemum - she can afford to light an oil lamp now anyway - just to let the young couple have more time to spend alone.

Zhang Daxuan listened to his daughter-in-law's words, and also smiled at the corner of his mouth, and muttered: "Stinky boy, I read a few books, and I dragged the text with my daughter-in-law." You say the two of them, farming and housework are also a bit like that, but why do you study well? Also, why do you say that chrysanthemums love to read so much? ”

He glared at him and said, "What's wrong with loving to read?" It's all like you, and you don't know a lot of words, so it's okay? ”

Zhang Dazhuan said embarrassedly: "I didn't say anything bad, didn't I think it was weird." Isn't it strange that you say that a farmer has a good time reading at night, and it doesn't look like he's pretending to be like that—they don't have to be like Yang Zi, and they have to go to the Xiucai exam—isn't that weird? ”

He said angrily: "Then you go and ask your son, see if he doesn't scold you for being old and foolish - you can't study if you farm?" Didn't our village chief read a book? ”

Zhang Dazhuan pouted and said: "You also know that he 'has read', but now do you think he is still holding a book and reading?" ”

He didn't care so many miles, anyway, his son would be good with his daughter-in-law. Farming is the right thing, reading is even more serious thing, and chrysanthemums are good at reading - how good it is to teach grandchildren in the future. She often listened to her teach Zhao Qing, not that she boasted, Zhao Qing was so clever, half of it was taught by Chrysanthemum, and that day she also listened to Chrysanthemum teach her what to say "Rice Flower Fragrance Says Harvest Year", look at how smooth this is

It can be seen that no matter what kind of art, it must be close to life, and He, who does not even know a single big word, also realized the wonderfulness of it, and the charm of words has indeed reached its peak.

Early the next morning, Chrysanthemum hurried to the backyard and called out to He Shi, who was about to release the chicken: "Mother, don't let it go first, help me catch the big rooster - I want to pull some hair down and make a gadget."

He was surprised: "Chicken feathers? Woohoo! Such a lively chicken, don't you tear it to death? You want to make shuttlecock, right? Earlier, I had killed the rooster several times, and the hair had fallen. ”

She asked so in her mouth, but she still blocked half of the door of the chicken pen, and when the big rooster came out, she grabbed it, lifted its wings, and asked Chrysanthemum where she wanted to pull the hair.

Chrysanthemum didn't expect He to also know the game of shuttlecock kicking, it seems that she had less contact with people when she was a child, and she didn't know that people would play this.

She explained to He Shi that she usually didn't think about it, and when she talked to Zhao Qing about this thing yesterday, she thought about making two to play.

She smiled apologetically at the rooster, and let He grasp it, and picked the brocade-like feather near the rooster's buttocks, and pulled it up without mercy.

The poor chicken was plucked alive, and it was so painful that the chicken's feet immediately straightened up, and he screamed at a sharp voice.

He Shi saw that his flesh hurt, and he couldn't let the chrysanthemum pull it out, so he had to keep rubbing it with his hands where she had pulled it.

Chrysanthemum said while speeding up the plucking: "If you endure it any longer, it will be soon... … All right! She let out a sigh of relief, clutching a large handful of brilliant chicken feathers to announce the end of the torture of the big, and He quickly let go of the when he heard it.

I saw the rooster jump off the ground, and run quickly to the front yard, thinking that he was tortured by chrysanthemums—isn't it miserable to have a piece of his clothes dug out for no reason—and he walked staggeringly, as if he was drunk, and it was normal to run a long way.

Chrysanthemum looked funny, greeted He, and went to cook breakfast.

In the past few days, the Zhang family has been fertilizing the carrot field. Zhang Dazhuan and his son mixed the accumulated chicken and duck manure with plant ash and picked it up to the ground, and He was responsible for throwing the nest in the field.

was busy, Liu Erniang passed by the ground with a hoe and said hello to He: "Huaizi Niang, lose fat?" ”

He didn't talk much to her over the years, so he replied casually: "Hey! Make up some soil manure to make it harder, and the radish will grow faster. Are you going to hoe the weeds? ”

Liu Erniang stood up and said with a smile: "Isn't it?" My daughter-in-law is pregnant and can't do heavy work, so she has to rely on our old people to take care of her in this field. Alas, the toiling life of birth has no rest all year round! Why are you out to work? Woohoo! Isn't Chrysanthemum also pregnant? Hehe, in a blink of an eye, everyone has become a grandmother. ”

He's face changed, and he said in a deep voice: "Chrysanthemum is not pregnant, she is still young." There are many things at home, and she has to be taken care of personally, so she is left at home. You're so blessed to hold your grandson. ”

Liu Erniang smiled triumphantly: "It's still early, and I won't be born until July or August next year." After speaking, seeing that He Shi no longer spoke, Fang Shi Shiran went.

At this time, Zhang Dazhuan picked up a load of dung, looked at Liu Erniang's distant back, and asked He Shi in wonder: "What does this mother-in-law tell you?" When are you two so good, and you still have laughter? ”

He scolded: "What a fart! Stinky mother-in-law, Tiezhu's daughter-in-law is pregnant, and she came to me when she ran away. I'm still at a loss, I thought she had changed her temper, but who expected that the dog still couldn't change her temper of eating, and deliberately asked me if I was pregnant with a chrysanthemum. Is it great to be pregnant, which daughter-in-law can't give birth to a baby? has always liked to show off and be competitive, I think her daughter-in-law Ming'er can give birth to a phoenix. ”

As he spoke, he angrily grabbed a handful of dung and threw it down, smashing the radish seedlings crookedly.

Zhang Daxuan frowned and said, "Ignore her later." Thanks to her family, Liu Er doesn't have much scenery when she gets married, otherwise her tail will be even more uplifted. ”

He pouted and said, "Scenery? I don't know what kind of life I lived, and I was thin like that. She can still laugh, if Liu'er were my daughter, I wouldn't be able to sleep. ”

The two of them said a few words, and only stopped when they saw Huaizi coming.

After breakfast, Chrysanthemum finished her housework and carried a basket to her mother's field to pick some chestnut balls. When she got home, she poured the chestnut ball on a corner of the courtyard wall, then moved a small bench, took a small basket and put it beside her and began to peel the chestnuts.

She was busy, and when she heard the sound of the courtyard door, she turned her head to see that it was Huaizi who came back with a load of empty baskets, so she hurriedly dropped the scissors and ran over and asked earnestly, "Do you want to take a break and drink saliva?" Something to eat again? ”

She knew that she was hungry very fast when she was working, and she always felt that her stomach was empty and she wanted to eat, so she asked.

Huaizi had tenderness in his eyes, and said with a smile: "I'll go and load the dung first, you pour some water and put it there, and I'll drink it when I come back; I won't eat, and it's a matter of picking it quickly, and there are still several miles of land. ”

Chrysanthemum nodded, and when he went to the backyard, he went into the kitchen and poured a bamboo tube of warm water, and took out a few pieces of pumpkin pie from the pot and put them in a large bowl—that is, after mashing the cooked pumpkin, fried them in the oil pan—and when Huaizi came out with a load full of dung, he said to him: "Sit down and take a breath, and eat another piece of cake to cushion your belly." ”

After speaking, let him rest his burden in the courtyard, pull him to sit on a small stool under the plum tree, and hand him the bamboo tube.

Huaizi raised her head and poured a few mouthfuls of water, took a breath, looked at the bowl in her hand and smiled: "I wasn't hungry, but when I saw this cake, I felt like I was hungry again."

You're always treating me like this, and my mouth is getting greedy. ”

Chrysanthemum chuckled, saw beads of sweat oozing from his forehead, pulled out the handkerchief around his waist, wiped it for him, and said: "It's not a good thing, you eat two pads and one pad, and let your father and mother come back to eat some too." ”

She saw that the short shirt on Huaizi's upper body was all soaked with sweat, her bare arms were tanned, her muscles were bulging, strong and powerful, although she was distressed, she was not pretentious, and she did not say those useless words—the life of a farmer is like this, and the only thing she can do is to do a good job at home, so that they can eat and drink well and be in a good mood.

Huaizi drank a few more sips of water, handed the bamboo tube back to her, took the chopsticks in her hand, took a piece of pumpkin pie, and finished biting in two large bites, stuffing her mouth full.

Chrysanthemum hurriedly handed over the bamboo tube again, looking like she was afraid that he would choke.

Huaizi pursed her lips and smiled, shook her head at her, and saw her looking at herself with such concern, and her heart was soft: that is, chrysanthemums, holding herself and her father, for fear that they would be tired from work, in fact, where are the croppers so squeamish, didn't they all come here like this before? No one will eat a snack or something at any time, at most they will be hungry and chew a piece of pot.

Suddenly, he looked at the pile of hairy chestnuts at the base of the courtyard wall and laughed.

Chrysanthemum asked him strangely what he was laughing at.

Huaizi swallowed the cake in his mouth and said happily: "When I saw that hairy chestnut, I remembered the name of the gourd: your brother wanted his son to call it chestnut, and finally called it gourd, in fact, I think that chestnut is not better than the gourd, I don't know why he had to take this name at the beginning." "-Yuan Yuan Hand Hit Update

Chrysanthemum glanced at him and said, "What's my brother?" Isn't that your brother? ”

Huaizi smiled: "I'm used to calling Aoki, but I'm not used to calling him brother." ”

He looked at Chrysanthemum, remembering that there were still so many good names waiting for their future sons and daughters to choose, and smiled unconsciously. Judging from Aoki's experience of naming his son, Chrysanthemum is really right - no matter what it is called, as long as it is pleasing to the temperament.