Farmer’s Little Girl

  Chapter 440 Asking You to Speak Bad Things Behind

  The main reason is that he didn't lose a penny back and forth yesterday, and now he has no work in the field. He is really idle, so he might as well go to the brother-in-law's house to have a good meal.

  Second Aunt Qian saw that the heads of Dafang and Sanfang had both gone, and it didn't make sense for the second uncle Qian to not go, so they simply came together.

  However, the daughter-in-law who decided to bring was not brought, they only brought a few grandchildren.

  Otherwise, it’s impossible for a big family to come to my aunt’s house to eat and drink.

  Basically, all relatives in the country brought eggs to see children or mothers. Uncle Qian thought that there were many people going there today, and he even bought two pieces of meat to carry.

Before arriving at Lao Zhou's house, the big girl washing clothes by the river saw her grandfather or uncle first, and the big girl throws away the clothes, ran home and ran back to inform her father. mother.

  As soon as they left, many people in the village avoided the old Zhou family and began to whisper, “Why are you here today? Didn’t you just come yesterday?”

   "I also mentioned so many things. This time Lao Zhou and Qian were arguing so fiercely? My family actually mentioned so many things?"

   "I can't, it's a lot of age, and my grandchildren are so old, so I can't do such a thing."

  "Why is it not worth it, a catty of wheat can be more than two or two, and there is also a popularity that Uncle Jin saves so much."

"Being angry, the Qian family won’t be so low-pitched, and don’t look at how many sons Qian’er gave birth to the old Zhou’s family, and how many things he has done. They are all at this age and things are causing trouble to the family’s family. Could it be that Uncle Jin’s face Good-looking?” The village chief’s wife was walking by the river and heard their discussion, and couldn’t help but say one of them, “You guys, it’s also free. I think that relatives come to see the children. Uncle Jin had already visited them yesterday. It's been three, obviously the old couple didn't quarrel."

   was called to the door yesterday since Wednesday, and Lao Zhou left with his head and feet, and the news of his hind feet was known to many people just as he had grown wings.

  I use my toes to think that I have said it from Wednesday onwards, and his mouth hasn't shut the door.

  A woman laughed loudly and happily said, “Uncle Jin in such a hot day is running out. I guess it’s not Uncle Jin who is angry with Aunt Qian, but Aunt Qian drove the people out, right?"

  Everyone can't help but laugh.

The village chief’s wife also laughed and cursed, “Don’t let Uncle Jin hear you, or you’ll be pretty, okay, you don’t always stare at other people’s things, tomorrow is the Dragon Boat Festival, do you make rice dumplings? ?"

   "Oh, last year's glutinous rice was confiscated. The glutinous rice in the grain shop is as expensive as something, so I can't afford it."

   "Yeah, I didn't make it at my house. Bake a few more cakes tomorrow, and then cut the meat and come back."

"By the way, I wanted to go to the foot of Houtou Mountain in the early morning to cut some wormwood and put it on the door. I smoked some mosquitoes in the evening. But when I went to the back mountain, I found that good-looking wormwood. The grass is gone, do you know who cut it?"

   "Oh, my house hasn't cut it yet, so I have to go a little farther and cut it at the edge of the field."

  "Did Uncle Jin's cut it?"

   "Let's pull it down, it's such a big one, all have been cut off. Even if there are many rooms in Uncle Jin's house, there won't be so many rooms."

   Not far away, Er Ya, who was washing her clothes silently, said in her heart: Yes, it was my father who cut it. Not only did my father cut it, but my mother, my three uncles, four uncles, five uncles and six uncles all cut it...

   Er Ya rubbed her clothes fiercely, and hummed: Let you talk bad about my grandparents, and when I turn around, I will ask my uncles and them to cut all of the nearby field ridges!

  Zhou Dalang On Tuesday Lang, they are used to getting up early. The main reason is that the daybreak is fast now, everyone goes to bed early, and it’s uncomfortable to lie in bed.

  So early in the morning, Zhou Dalang and Xiao Qian’s bed together picked the beans soaked in the wooden barrel to grind soy milk to make tofu.

  They didn’t plan to sell them in the county, so they exchanged beans in the village, and they had to eat them at home during the festival, and then they would take some back to the outsiders. Two buckets of beans might not be enough.

On Tuesday, Lang squatted in the yard in a daze early in the morning. He was going to help his eldest brother to grind beans together. When he was resting, Man Bao yawned and came over with his bookcase on his back, and asked him to help put some wormwood on her door. .

  There are still many requests, "Second brother, do you want to make a ball for me without wormwood and put it on my bookshelf?"

  Tuesday Lang asked, "Why do you want so much wormwood? Just stick a pinch at the door."

  "The wormwood has the effect of eliminating filthiness," Man Bao said, "In fact, our family should cut some wormwood and come back to dry at this time. The dried wormwood can be soaked in the feet to remove the cold, and it can also be sold in the drugstore."

  "Mugwort is available everywhere, cut and dried at any time, and the drugstore will collect it. I am afraid that the price is not as good as Centella asiatica?"

"Then put it on for two years, three years, five years," Man Bao didn't understand before. Didn't he have been studying medicine, so he knew something. "The more old Ai, the better, and the more precious it is, don’t believe me. The second brother will go to the drugstore in the county town to ask about it tomorrow."

   "Old Ai?"

"It is the wormwood that has been cut and dried this year, and will be taken out and dried again next year, and then dried again the next year, year after year. It is said that the medicinal properties of wormwood older than three years are very mild and heavy. "

  Man Baodao: "This is a good thing. You can boil water and soak your feet in winter and summer, take a bath, and make it into a strip to give people a guilty body."

  Man Bao looked at Tue Lang with piercing eyes and asked: "Second brother, should I give you a try, your back is sore."

"It's not sour," Tue Lang said without thinking about it: "Don't you say that I almost forgot, every family in the Dragon Boat Festival has to plug in wormwood, there are always lazy people in the county, who don't like to go out of the city to find wormwood, so let's cut some tomorrow. Go out and sell the wormwood."

  Tuesday Lang said: “I can’t sell it all and bring it home to dry. Just like you said, it’s dried and harvested. After five years, you can sell it when the big head gets married."

  Man Bao: "..."

  Tuesday Lang did it as soon as he thought of it, found the sickle, greeted the Wednesday Lang who had just got up and washed, and then called the four, five or six who was lying in bed, and everyone went to the back mountain to mow the wormwood.

  At that time, many people in the village didn't get up.

  At this moment, when the Qian family came in, they saw the wormwood piled in the yard, piles, piles, and they looked spectacular.

Wormwood seems to be a plant that grows everywhere, and it can easily grow very well. Obviously no one fertilizes or waters it, but it grows tall and strong in some places with slightly thick soil. Luxuriant and heavy.

  Because it is the idea of ​​doing business, the wormwood they cut back on Tuesday is the best type.

  Uncle Qian felt like it when he saw it, and asked with a smile, "How come I cut so much wormwood so that I can use it up at home?"

  (End of this chapter)