Ugly girl only wants to farm

Meng's father's house wasn't far from theirs to begin with. Hearing his wife praise him, he was delighted and shouted with great enthusiasm, "Jiuhe, my wife, as long as you don't mind your father, I'll make a few for you to play with."

"Father, thank you very much. My sister-in-law and I will go cut some bamboo later and bring it back for you. We'll help you make all the things you know how to weave. On market days, my sister-in-law and I will take them to the street to sell and earn a few copper coins. Our family can't even afford to eat these days."

Xu Chaoyan was a very impulsive person, and once she decided to do something, she got to work. After settling the little rabbit, she picked up a sickle and went to cut bamboo in the back. Meng Jiuxia followed behind her with a miserable expression: "Morning Flower, you know, you finally got a break, and now you're dragging me along to do the hard labor. If you're going to do something, just do it yourself. Why are you dragging me along? I want to rest and catch my breath. Don't exhaust me to death."

Seeing her sister-in-law complaining, Xu Chaoyan quickly comforted the girl: "You don't want our family to go hungry, do you? Father and your older brother both need money for medical treatment. If we don't try our best, are we going to rely on Mother alone?"

After hearing her words, Meng Jiuxia took a deep breath and said, "It's not that I'm not going to help, but at least let me catch my breath. Don't you see I'm still growing? Don't wear me out and stunt my growth."

Xu Chaoyan glanced at her and realized that she was indeed malnourished and not tall enough. She would have to increase her nutrition in the future.

Meng Jiuxia may have said it, but she didn't hesitate to help her cut the bamboo poles. The bamboo poles were thin and long, and it took the two of them a lot of effort to pick out some suitable ones to take back.

Seeing the bamboo poles laid out in the yard, Meng's father picked out the suitable ones and instructed them to take the rest out and throw them away.

Xu Chaoyan looked reluctant; she had gone to great lengths to get these back. After thinking for a moment, she picked up a sickle and began to split the bamboo into small pieces.

Seeing her like this, Li San Niang was puzzled: "Yan'er, what are you doing?"

While working, Xu Chaoyan replied, "I'll chop all these bamboos and fence off the vegetable gardens. If the chickens, ducks, and rabbits in this yard ruin the vegetable gardens in the future, wouldn't that be a waste of all of Mother's hard work?"

Meng's father praised her repeatedly: "Jiu and his wife are so thoughtful. They had fenced off the vegetable garden before, but it was washed away by the rain. Later, I was working in town and didn't have time to fix it. You are so considerate."

Meng Jiuhe was holding a book by the window, but he hadn't turned a single page in all this time. He saw the woman getting along well with her family, looking very happy, and his heart trembled slightly.

Xu Chaoyan doesn't seem to be as bad as he thought. Since he was injured, she has devoted herself to the family and is now thinking about making money. Is he being too harsh on her?

After dinner, Xu Chaoyan boiled water, took a comfortable bath herself, and then fetched hot water for Meng Jiuhe to soak his feet.

She was exhausted today, and the man looked awkward, so she simply put the wooden basin there and said, "Why are you being so awkward? Why don't you wash it yourself? I'm very tired today. After you're done washing, you can go to sleep. Just leave the basin there. We'll collect it tomorrow morning."

After saying that, she ignored Meng Jiu and lay down on the bed to sleep. Xu Chaoyan usually slept on the outside for easy access to the toilet.

The man was being awkward, not letting her touch his feet, and he was just standing there in a daze. She was too lazy to pay attention to him, so she rolled inside, grabbed the blanket, covered herself up, and fell into a deep sleep. After only a short while, Bi Meng Jiu heard the snoring and thought to himself, "How can this woman fall asleep like a pig?"

He was just not used to people touching his feet. Right now, he couldn't move his lower limbs. He tried for a long time but couldn't put his feet into the wooden basin. Helpless, he could only move his body little by little. He was so tired that he was covered in sweat. He finally managed to put his feet flat and lie down on the bed to sleep. He blew out the oil lamp. The woman wrapped the whole quilt around him and pressed her legs on the quilt, so he couldn't touch them at all.

He struggled for a long time before finally pulling her back. He didn't sleep well at all that night. The woman kept kicking off the covers or pushing him off the bed, making it impossible for him to sleep peacefully all night. Once, she almost pushed him off the bed, and her legs wouldn't stay still either. He struggled to pry them off. Wasn't she usually a very well-behaved sleeper? Was she deliberately getting back at him? But hearing her thunderous snoring, he dismissed the idea.

As people get older, they naturally need less sleep. After preparing breakfast in the morning, Li San Niang and Meng Jiu Xia worked together to move Meng's father outside to sit on a bamboo chair, and then helped him chop bamboo.

Xu Chaoyan quickly joined in: "Dad, let me help you. Just tell me what you need, and I'll do it for you."

Father Meng smiled and said, "Jiuhe, wife, and Xia'er, you shouldn't help with anything. Just help me tidy up this place. I won't need any of the things you chopped up. I'll do it myself."

After Meng's father had chopped all the bamboo, he spent two hours weaving a small winnowing basket for her.

Xu Chaoyan looked at the hand-woven winnowing basket, examining it from top to bottom.

Meng Jiuxia even mocked her, saying, "Isn't it just a simple winnowing basket? You're such a country bumpkin, you've never seen anything like it."

"Dad, could you write down everything you know? I'd like to go to town with my sister-in-law and try selling them."

Mr. Meng couldn't bear to dampen her enthusiasm. Since he had nothing to do lying in the house all day anyway, and sitting here would only require some physical activity, he agreed to his daughter-in-law's request and spent the whole day sitting there weaving everyday items.

Actually, many people in the village can weave things, but it depends on their skill level.

Xu Chaoyan looked at the things woven by Meng's father again and again, reluctant to put them down. She hadn't expected that Meng's father was really not bragging; his craftsmanship was truly excellent.

She looked at the small winnowing basket and the bamboo brush for scrubbing pots, and finally she thought for a moment: "Dad, why don't you try to weave a set of bamboo chairs, and I'll take them to town to try it out."

Mr. Meng hesitated, “Jiuhe, my daughter-in-law, I have made this before, but my skills are not very good, and it takes a lot of time. I haven’t made it in a long time, and I’m afraid you will find it unpalatable.”

Xu Chaoyan quickly comforted him, "Dad, look how well these are woven. Don't give up. What if your woven things are very popular? Besides, my chicks haven't hatched yet, so we can't sell them for money. Are we going to starve these days?"

Meng's father glanced at the chair he was sitting on. He had made it in his spare time before. It had been a long time since he had made one, and his skills had become a bit rusty. He had just managed to find some familiar feeling again.