The young couple from the farm fights back

Jiang Li returned home in a happy mood. The five of them were going to have a good meal tonight.

She first chopped the trotter into pieces, boiled it in cold water, then skimmed off the foam on the surface, picked up the trotter, washed it with cold water, stir-fried it again to turn it into a sugar color, added the existing seasonings and stir-fried it until fragrant, then added water and simmered it on low heat.

During this time, she went back to the main house to see the three children. The damn Zhou Xingyue had the children drugged with multiple drugs. Tomorrow, she would experience the backlash.

Jiang Li returned to the kitchen and put the bones into a clay pot, adding ginger and white radish to make a stew. White radish soup has the effect of dispersing medicine. The child is still young, so she can only try to nourish him with food.

By the time the meal was ready, the sun was slowly setting, and villagers busy working in the fields were passing by the gate one after another, carrying rice on their shoulders. When she went out to buy pig's trotters, Zhou Chunfeng had already carried the harvest from half an acre of land back to the yard.

The first day of the autumn harvest is nearing the end of the work, and most villagers plan to harvest the grain in the fields within two days.

Jiang Li estimated the time, locked the gate, and went to the fields to look for Zhou Chunfeng. Passing by Zhou Ershu's fields, he saw that his family was busy bundling up the rice they had harvested today and loading it onto an oxcart.

"Uncle, aunt, come to our house for dinner later."

Uncle Zhou and Aunt Hu were both confused. They were both from the countryside, and it would be inappropriate for them to go to other people's homes to get food unless it was absolutely necessary.

Before Aunt Hu could refuse, Jiang Li said, "The meal is ready. If you don't come to eat, it will go bad tomorrow."

Aunt Hu smiled helplessly at Uncle Zhou Er and said, "Okay, we'll go after we're done."

Jiang Li nodded and looked at Dashuan and Zhao: "Bring the child with you later."

"Hey, okay, sister-in-law."

Jiang Li came to his own two acres of land and saw that Zhou Chunfeng had only harvested a small half of it, and he didn't even have time to bundle the harvested rice.

Zhou Chunfeng straightened his stiff waist and frowned when he saw her coming to the field: "Didn't you say not to come?"

"The child hasn't woken up yet, let's clean up and do the rest tomorrow." Jiang Li handed him the bamboo tube she brought with her.

Zhou Chunfeng took the bamboo tube, drank a mouthful of the cold mung bean soup that helped him cool down, and took a deep breath: "Okay."

The young couple tied up the harvested rice together. After they finished tying up a load, Zhou Chunfeng took it home first, while Jiang Li stayed behind to continue tying it up.

She picked up the rice fragments scattered on the ground one by one and took off the decorative scarf on her head to hold them.

When I brought the last batch of rice home, the sun had already set and colorful clouds were hanging in the sky.

As Jiang Li entered the courtyard, she heard Ang'er crying from the main house. Zhou Chunfeng put down the burden on his shoulders and motioned Jiang Li to come in.

When I opened the door, I saw Ang'er had already sat up, his face red from crying, looking very aggrieved.

"Don't cry, mom is here."

When he saw his mother, little Ange quickly reached out to hug her. Jiang Li didn't even have time to wash his hands. He picked up the child and patted him gently to comfort him.

"Don't be afraid, An'er, mother is here."

Heng'er and Jing'er, sleeping peacefully on the kang, were not awakened at all by An'er's cries. I couldn't imagine how terrified Jing'er and An'er must have been in their previous life, after being knocked unconscious and taken away, when they opened their eyes and saw strangers and things.

Thinking of this, Jiang Li couldn't help but kiss Ang'er's fair cheek.

In this life, she will do whatever it takes to protect her loved ones!

Zhou Chunfeng washed his hands and wiped the sweat from his cheeks and neck. When he entered the room, he saw Jiang Li hugging her youngest son tightly. His heart inexplicably softened.

Jiang Li looked back at him and said, "Didn't I tell you yet that the butcher's wife and his boy saw what Zhou Xingyue did today?"

Zhou Chunfeng raised his eyebrows. He was not surprised that the other party's actions were discovered. It was broad daylight, and even during the busy autumn harvest season, there was no guarantee that there would be no one walking around in the village.

"Well, Zhou Xingyue has the advantage over us right now. She understands the story better than anyone else, and her vigilance is unmatched by most people," Jiang Li analyzed. "Soon, she'll meet her destined partner, and there's very little we can do."

"So, I thought about it and realized that apart from giving her a reputation gift package, nothing we do can actually harm her."

Zhou Chunfeng knew this and agreed with Jiang Li's idea: "Okay."

Zhou Xingyue cares so much about her reputation, so let her experience what it means to shoot herself in the foot.

After a while, Heng Ge'er woke up first. The little guy rubbed his sleepy eyes, feeling confused and a little dazed.

"Mother~"

"Brother Heng is awake. Tell me if you feel unwell."

Hengge blinked his eyes and shook his head, still a little confused.

Jiang Li coaxed An Ge'er back to sleep and put him back on the kang: "Heng Ge'er, look after your brother. Mother will get you some water to wash your faces."

"Uh-huh."

Jiang Li turned around and pulled Zhou Chunfeng outside. She smelled the sweat on him and frowned: "Go wash and change clothes quickly, or you won't suffocate the child."

"......" Zhou Chunfeng sighed silently in his heart. He saw clearly that he was ranked last in the family.

The moonlight is bright, the stars are twinkling, and the evening breeze is cool.

Jiang Li asked Zhou Chunfeng to move the dining table from the kitchen to the yard. When Uncle Zhou and Aunt Hu came, they saw a pot full of rice and steamed buns, as well as a large plate of fragrant pig's trotters on the table. They couldn't help but be stunned for a long time.

"Chunfeng family, what's going on today——"

Jiang Li held An Ge'er in one hand and pulled Aunt Hu to the table with the other, and asked everyone to sit down: "Nothing, just thinking that everyone is busy with the autumn harvest, let's have a good meal together."

Zhao felt a little embarrassed holding the child. This meal was indeed better than what she had eaten during the Chinese New Year.

Zhou Chunfeng took out a small pot of wine from the warehouse. He brought it back from the town a while ago, but he had never been willing to drink it.

Zhou Chunfeng handed the wine jug to Dashuan, who was standing there in a daze, and gestured for him to pour wine for his father: "Fill it up."

"Hey, alright, big brother."

Uncle Zhou smiled and picked up the empty bowl in front of him to catch the wine poured by the old man. The rich aroma of the wine made the old man very greedy.

"Aunt, sister-in-law, please don't be polite. Eat more."

"Hey, okay."

Heng'er and Jing'er sat quietly in their seats, eating the meat that their parents put in their bowls, their mouths full of oil.

Jiang Li held little Anger in her arms, and from time to time, she stuffed a piece of stewed soft hoof meat into his mouth. The little guy's eyes curved with joy.

The little treasure in Zhao's arms was also waving his hands happily and eating the meat and rice mouthful by mouthful.

Aunt Hu hadn't eaten such delicious food in a long time. She smiled and asked, "Mr. Chunfeng, on the way here just now, we heard from the villagers that you sent two pig trotters to Old Zhou's house today?"

Jiang Li smiled and gestured to the plate of pig's trotters on the table: "Of course, they thought our gift was too shabby, so I brought it back to eat myself."

Uncle Zhou Er raised his eyebrows and held up two fingers: "Oh, how shabby? Two pig's trotters. Is Lin talking nonsense while smelling the trotter meat?"

Aunt Hu laughed so hard that she took over the conversation and pointed to a plate full of white radish and bone soup on the table.

"Look, isn't bone soup a good thing? Who would be willing to drink a mouthful of thick soup all year round?"

After saying this, Aunt Hu looked at Jiang Li and Zhou Chunfeng and said, "Don't mess with their family about this kind of thing in the future. Even though it was Yue who helped intercept the child today, aren't you guys her own nephews? Even if you two don't bring any gifts, a casual thank you would be acceptable to everyone in the surrounding area."

Zhou Chunfeng took a sip of wine, his throat felt hot, and he curled his lips without saying anything.

Seeing that the time was ripe, Jiang Li sighed sadly and looked at Dashuan: "Tomorrow I have something to trouble you to do for our family."

Dashuan put down his wine bowl and patted his chest: "Sister-in-law, you said, as long as my brother can do it, I will make sure it is done for you and big brother."

Zhao also nodded in agreement.