Xiao Meilan wiped her mother's tears with her sleeve and pouted: "A-Niang doesn't cry anymore, I didn't cry last night!" ”

Huang Meixiang really held back her tears, asked what happened again, and said in a trembling voice: "Zhiqiang, Qiuqiu, thanks to you this time, I ...... Thank you so much! ”

Huang Meixiang wanted to cry as she spoke, she was negligent for a while, and almost killed her daughter, if his brother and sister didn't carry her overnight, the consequences would be ......

Xiao Qiulan said solemnly: "A-Niang, what are you thanking for?" , Xiaomei is our own sister, we are a family! ”

Huang Meixiang held back her tears and showed an embarrassed smile on her face: "Yes, yes, we are a family!" ”

*

After the turmoil subsides, the farm work that should be done still has to be done.

The sun was already smiling, and Mrs. Chen commanded the basket to be loaded with mixed fertilizer from the farm, and in the morning the land on the western slope was to be planted with soybeans.

The so-called farmhouse mixed fertilizer is to mix the grass ash taken out of the stove with chicken feces, duck feces and even human feces.

These mixed fertilizers should be sprinkled into the ground by hand to be even, so the farm work in ancient times was not only tiring but also dirty.

Mrs. Chen stayed at home as usual to cook and take care of the children, and Xiao Qiulan's four children and her little uncle and aunt set off for Xipo.

The three adults each carried two baskets of dung ash, the three children carried hoes on their shoulders, and Yao Zhiqiang did not forget to bring a mouse trap.

As soon as he arrived at the destination, Huang Meixiang's son Yao Xiaoshi and his grandmother Huang Po came, and his family's land was also on the western slope.

Yao Xiaoshi was eleven years old, and the people in the village called him to make stones.

He was also a naughty boy, but because of family changes, he gradually became less talkative.

First his father died, then his mother remarried, and now his grandfather has rheumatism, and all the farm work is done slowly by him and his grandmother.

Fortunately, Huang Meixiang is close to each other and helps to do this and that from time to time, even if Yao Xiaoshi resented her at first, after a long time, he gradually understood the suffering of his mother.

Grandma Huang Po was prejudiced against her mother, thinking that she had killed her father, and scolded Huai every day, until her mother couldn't stand it and remarried, so she restrained a little.

Seeing that Huang Meixiang was also there at this moment, Huang Po's face was a little ugly, and Yao Xiaoshi was silent, not daring to greet his mother, for fear of causing his grandmother to be unhappy.

Huang Meixiang doesn't care, she has long been accustomed to the attitude of her son and ex-mother-in-law.

Yao Erbao and Liu Chunhua had great strength, and the three adults turned over the ground, leveled it with a hoe three times and two times, and hooked a water sink around it.

Yao Zhiqiang made a shallow trough in the prepared field, and Xiao Qiulan and Xiao Donglan put soybeans in the shallow trough according to the specifications.

The work was carried out in an orderly manner, but Liu Chunhua liked to point fingers, she said to Xiao Qiulan: "Qiuqiu, you go and scatter ashes!" ”

After putting the soybeans, you have to sprinkle large manure ash into the shallow trough and then cover it with soil to complete it.

There is no way, follow the customs, Xiao Qiulan frowned, and resolutely grabbed the big dung ash with her hands.

The ground was almost ready, Huang Meixiang put down the hoe, and said to Xiao Qiulan: "Let's come, you go and put soybeans, every time you sprinkle a lot of fecal ash, your hands will be red and swollen and rashed, itchy and painful." ”

Xiao Qiulan hesitated, looking at her little hands, her brows furrowed even tighter, red, swollen and rashed? Is it because you have skin allergies that are too dirty?

I didn't expect her hands to be so expensive, and skin allergies were not a joke, and she remembered that she had suffered from it before and it didn't get better for a month.

Well, she put down the big dung ash in her hand, scratched it in the soil a few times, got rid of the ash on her hand, and said to Huang Meixiang gratefully: "A-Niang is so good!" ”

Huang Meixiang smiled naturally: "It's okay, my hands won't have rashes." ”