Dressed as a farmer's widow, she brought her daughter to stock up on food and reached the top

"Yes, it's thanks to Xiuying that we have such a harvest because of growing rice and sweet potatoes." Aunt Li agreed without stopping the needlework in her hands.

"But now, I just hope that the well-digging team in the village can dig out water quickly, otherwise life in the future will be difficult." Mrs. Zhou frowned slightly, with a hint of worry in her eyes.

"Yes, yes. We can't do without water. I hope everything goes smoothly for them." Aunt Yang clasped her hands together as if she was praying.

The women nodded one after another, the smiles on their faces faded a little, and they looked in the direction of the well, silently hoping for good news soon.

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Xiuying's family had some free time, no longer having to go to the city to sell preserved eggs. Yang's parents were also brought in, and the family lived happily together.

The fruits and vegetables in the field need to be watered, and Awang, Afan and Yang Qingfeng took the initiative to take on this burden.

Every morning, before the sun has fully risen, Awang gets up early and stretches himself: "Afan, it's time to go water the plants!"

Ah Fan rubbed his sleepy eyes and replied, "Coming, coming!"

Yang Qingfeng picked up the bucket with great energy and said with a smile, "Let's go. We must make sure all the fruits and vegetables have enough water today."

The three of them went to the back mountain, filled their bottles with water, picked up their shoulder poles, and walked towards the vegetable field with steady steps.

Along the way, Awang hummed a little tune, and Afan and Yang Qingfeng talked and laughed.

When they arrived at the vegetable garden, they divided the work and watered the vegetables skillfully. Sweat slid down their cheeks and dripped onto the soil, but their faces were full of satisfaction and joy.

The sunlight shines on them, reflecting their hardworking figures. Under their careful care, the vegetable field becomes more lush and green.

Under the careful care of Yang's father and mother, Zhou Xiaoxiong gradually recovered.

That day, the sunlight shone through the window onto Zhou Xiaoxiong's bed. He stretched lazily, his face flushed with a healthy blush.

Father Yang walked into the room and said with a smile, "Little Bear, you look so energetic, you must be almost well now."

Zhou Xiaoxiong nodded obediently: "Thanks to the care of grandpa and grandma."

Yang's mother wiped her tears and said, "As long as the child is well, it's all good. As long as the child is well, it's all good."

However, now that he was almost recovered, it was time for Zhou Xiaoxiong to go back.

Yang's father and mother helped him pack his luggage. Mother Yang even stuffed some homemade snacks into the package. She took Zhou Xiaoxiong's hand and said, "Xiaoxiong, take good care of yourself when you go back."

Zhou Xiaoxiong's eyes were filled with reluctance: "Grandpa and grandma, I will miss you."

Father Yang patted his shoulder and said, "Come back often when you have time."

Zhou Xiaoxiong left with his luggage, looking back every few steps. Yang's father and mother stood at the door, watching his back disappear at the end of the hillside.

In the kitchen, Xiuying was busy, preparing a large pot of mung bean soup, which was bubbling and emitting a fragrant aroma.

Xiuying wiped the sweat from her forehead and smiled with satisfaction: "It's so hot today. Thank you for the hard work of the well diggers. Have some mung bean soup to cool down."

After the soup was cooked and cooled, Xiuying called Taohua, "Taohua, come and take this mung bean soup to the well-digging team."

Taohua responded cheerfully, "Okay!"

Taohua carefully poured the mung bean soup into the bucket and carried it to the well site. Along the way, the mung bean soup in the bucket swayed slightly, reflecting the sunlight, as if it brought a hint of coolness.

Li Gang and everyone were sweating profusely while digging a well. The sun was scorching brightly and everyone's clothes were soaked with sweat.

Li Gang gritted his teeth, swung the shovel vigorously, and shouted slogans: "One, two, three, come on!"

At this moment, Taohua's crisp voice came: "Everyone come and drink mung bean soup!"

Everyone stopped what they were doing and turned to look, only to see Taohua struggling to carry a bucket of mung bean soup, her face flushed.

Li Gang quickly put down his shovel and ran over to take the bucket: "Taohua, thank you for your hard work!"

Everyone gathered around, and Taohua took a spoon and served a bowl of mung bean soup to everyone.

"Wow, this mung bean soup is just what a timely help!"

A young man drank it all in one gulp and sighed with satisfaction.

"Thank you Taohua, thank you Xiuying!"

Everyone expressed their gratitude to Taohua while drinking mung bean soup.

After a short rest, everyone threw themselves into the work of digging the well with full enthusiasm.

In Xiuying's yard, Yang's father was preparing to slaughter a sheep.

Father Yang rolled up his sleeves and looked firmly at the sheep to be slaughtered, with a serious expression on his face and a sharp knife tightly grasped in his hand.

The sheep seemed to sense its impending fate and paced back and forth in the yard restlessly, bleating.

Yang's mother helped prepare the basin for collecting blood and the stove for boiling water.

She looked a little nervous, and kept muttering, "Old man, you better be careful."

Xiuying and others stood a little distance away and watched. Xiuying's eyes showed both anticipation for the upcoming delicious food and a hint of pity for the sheep.

Father Yang took a deep breath and slowly approached the sheep. Suddenly, he made a move with lightning speed and accurately controlled the sheep. Then, he raised his knife and the sheep's wailing stopped abruptly.

For a moment, the yard was quiet, and then Yang's mother hurried forward to collect the blood.

Father Yang carried the cleaned sheep into the kitchen and then went to clean the yard.

In the kitchen, Xiuying, Yang's mother and Taohua were busy preparing stewed mutton and mutton offal soup.

Xiuying expertly cut the mutton into evenly sized pieces, her knife rising and falling rapidly with a look of concentration as she muttered, "This mutton must be cut into the right size so it will be tasty when stewed."

Mother Yang was washing the mutton offal, carefully removing impurities. With a serious look on her face, she said, "The mutton offal must be washed thoroughly to remove the fishy smell, otherwise the soup won't be delicious."

Taohua was busy preparing various seasonings. She cut the onions, ginger and garlic neatly and placed them on the chopping board. She glanced at Xiuying and Yang's mother from time to time, waiting for the next instructions.

Osmanthus made the fire in the stove burn brightly, and the water in the pot began to boil.

Xiuying put the chopped mutton pieces into the pot and blanched them, skimmed off the foam with a spoon, and then took them out and drained them.

Next, Yang's mother poured oil into a hot wok and sautéed onions, ginger, and garlic. Taohua quickly handed her the prepared seasonings. The aroma instantly filled the entire kitchen.

The three of them worked in perfect harmony, with smiles on their faces, looking forward to the delicious food coming out of the pot.

While stewing the mutton, Xiuying skillfully washed the vegetables and placed them neatly on the chopping board.

She picked up a kitchen knife and began to chop the vegetables skillfully. The rhythmic "da da da" sound of chopping vegetables was very rhythmic. In a short while, the vegetables were cut into even pieces.