The new book of the burning prairie star

The next day, after breakfast, the whole family went to the fields to continue harvesting. The two daughters of the eldest uncle, Chunhua and Meihua, went to the village head's house as usual. The village head's second daughter-in-law knew how to embroider, and she didn't know when she started to teach embroidery to the girls in the village who were about to get married. It was a custom in the village that girls who were going to be married would not be allowed to go to the fields or go up the mountain to chop firewood. They were only allowed to do light work such as cooking and sweeping the floor. The purpose was naturally to find a good marriage, and it would be best if a family in the town would like their daughter.

"Aunt Yun, I'm here to weed your family." A woman in her thirties came over carrying a bucket of water. When she saw Zhang stand up and nod at her to indicate that she heard her, she continued to carry the bucket to her own field to deliver water to her family.

"His father..." Yang Dashan waved his hand to stop Zhang from saying the next words, "You go, don't let Cao'er wait too long!" "Well... OK!" Zhang untied the straw hat string tied at her chin, fanned herself with the straw hat, and hurried home. "Hey, old woman, go slowly, don't fall." Yang Dashan looked at his wife's anxious look, and his heart was in a knot. "I know,..." Zhang agreed, and her speed of running home did not slow down at all. "This old woman" Yang Dashan shook his head and laughed. He stretched his neck to watch his wife disappear from his sight, and then bent down to continue cutting rice.

"Cao'er, why did you come here when it's so hot?" Zhang asked breathlessly.

"Erzhuang is helping someone slaughter pigs nearby. Thought my parents and my brothers have been busy in the fields these days, I decided to bring some meat to my mother to help her have a good meal." Yang Chucao said as he took about ten pounds of meat from the donkey cart and handed it to Zhang.

"Hey, hey, it would be great if you could keep all this meat and sell it for money. Remember, you still have two sons who need to get married, so you have to be frugal and manage the household well." Zhang gave a lecture: "You won't be poor if you don't have enough to eat and wear, but if you don't plan well, you will be poor!"

"Oh, my dear mother, how many times have I told you not to be so frugal? If you eat well, your body will be strong, and you will work faster and better, right?" Yang Chucao sat on the donkey cart, picked up the whip and prepared to leave. "Cao'er, come home and rest, let's talk," Zhang hurriedly tried to persuade her to stay. "I'm leaving now, Erzhuang is still waiting at the stall to deliver goods," Yang Chucao whipped the donkey, and the donkey immediately ran.

"Cao'er has gone back," Yang Dashan asked his wife as he saw her come back. "Well, she didn't even drink a sip of water, she just left the meat and ran away," Zhang looked depressed. "The children need to live a better life, and it's right to seize the time to make money while they are young, don't blame her," Yang Dashan was afraid that his wife would blame his daughter for only thinking about making money, so he spoke for her. "I don't mean to blame her, I just feel uncomfortable," "Forget it, it's time to make lunch, you take the eldest son's wife to cook, cook all the meat, don't keep it even if it's hot, these kids are growing up, they can eat it," Yang Dashan told his wife. When Zhang heard the old man say that he wanted to cook all the meat brought by weeding, she was a little reluctant, opened her mouth to yell, but closed her mouth after hearing the second half of the sentence, yes, the children have worked hard these days, it's time to eat meat to make up for it.

An hour later, Zhang and her eldest daughter-in-law brought the cooked rice to the field. "Hmm, it smells so good," Yang Pingan sniffed hard and ran to Zhang excitedly. Yang Biao saw that he didn't care about the dirt on his hands, so he took the bowl to eat, and his mouth was faster than his brain: "Wash your hands before eating, the dirt on your hands will fall into the bowl!"

Yang Pingan: “…” He was too busy to care and just buried his head in eating!

Yang Biao went to the stream beside the field to wash his hands, then returned to get the rice that Xiao Zhang had prepared and handed it to him. There were several pieces of braised pork on top of the rice in the bowl. They were red and looked particularly appetizing. He picked them up and put them in his mouth and took a bite. The fat burst in his mouth, and he felt as if happiness was slowly blooming around his body.