Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 3 Grandmother

Yang Ruoqing could see clearly who was coming. It was a middle-aged woman with a rather tall figure, wearing a rough blue cloth with patches, her hair was tied in a bun, and a peach wood hairpin was inserted.

The woman's face was sallow, her cheekbones were bulging, her eye sockets were sunken, and she was obviously malnourished.

The eyes are very large and the complexion is very fair. There is a thick shadow under the eyes, and there are some residual bloodshots in the eyes.

Yang Ruoqing's eyes were on the woman's body. She was dressed in an ancient peasant's wife's dress. Thinking of the changes in her body, Yang Ruoqing was stunned. A popular word popped up in her mind in recent years: time travel?

After Sun opened the door and entered the room, he saw at a glance that the girl was sitting up, lifted the quilt, and was wearing tights with patches inside, and a pair of black bare feet were still hanging by the bed.His eyes were fixed on the door.

For a moment under Sun's feet, she couldn't believe it, and then her face showed a touch of ecstasy.

"Qing'er, when did you wake up? Mother is washing clothes in the yard, why don't you say anything? Are you thirsty? Are you hungry? Do you want to shush?"

Mrs Sun hurried to the bedside, asking repeatedly, grabbed the jacket on the wooden fence at the corner of the bed, shook the dust on it, and put it on Yang Ruoqing's body.

The big rough hand covered with calluses gently covered Yang Ruoqing's forehead, as if she was feeling something, and muttered, "Thank God, this fever is finally gone!"

Yang Ruoqing came back to her senses, her eyes with a trace of inquiry, fell on the woman who called herself "mother" in front of her.

As an elite international spy in her previous life, she can be regarded as someone who has experienced strong winds and waves, and her eyes on people are still very accurate.

The woman in front of her eyes was full of genuine concern that could not be hidden.

Afraid that her feet would freeze, the woman squatted down, tucked her bare feet into the hem of her clothes, and gently rubbed her dirty and dark feet with her palms through the clothes, without the slightest resentment. color.

"You stupid girl, why are you looking at your mother like this? Did you burn a fire and don't know your mother? Do you want to drink tea? Shall you shush?" Sun raised her head and looked at her lovingly. Yang Ruoqing raised her hand and gently stroked her girl's knotted, messy hair, and asked gently and carefully.

pee?

Is it to urinate?

With his new body, he should almost be twelve or thirteen years old!

This woman, however, spoke to herself as if coaxing a four- or five-year-old child.

Why is this?Extremely spoiled?or other reasons?

Yang Ruoqing couldn't figure it out, and for the time being, she didn't have the time to think about it, because she was really dry at the moment.

Opening her mouth, she found that her throat was so swollen that she couldn't make a sound. Didn't this woman just say that she had a high fever all night?It is estimated that the tonsils are inflamed.

So, she raised her finger and pointed to the teapot on the table, and the woman immediately responded.

"My family's Qinger is thirsty? Okay, mother will pour you some tea. You listen to mother's words and go back to bed. The fever has just subsided, but you can't feel the cold again!"

With the help of the woman, Yang Ruoqing lay back again, leaning against the bedside, watching the woman walk over and grab a cracked clay tea bowl on the table, pour some tea from the teapot, He washed the tea bowl casually, poured the brushed tea into the yard at the entrance, turned back to the table, poured more than half of the tea, and then carefully brought it to the bed and sat down on the edge of the bed.

Yang Ruoqing wanted to reach out to pick it up, but the woman took a step and grabbed Yang Ruoqing's back, helping her to sit up straight, then put the tea bowl to her mouth, and said softly, "Come on, mother. Hey, Qing'er drink slowly, don't choke."

Yang Ruoqing smiled bitterly, this woman is really accustomed to children, such an old girl should bring tea to her lips.

Don't they all say that the children of the poor are in charge of their homes early?

This family is so poor that no one can live in it, yet they are so accustomed to their children that they drink tea to their mouths. Sooner or later, the children will be abandoned!

Yang Ruoqing is really not used to this kind of service at the entrance of serving tea. She was an orphan in her previous life.

From childhood to adulthood, she has been alone wherever she goes. Facing everything, she has already developed an independent character.

That's all, my body is sore at the moment, and I'm new here again, so let's go to the countryside once again.

With the help of the woman, she drank three bowls full of tea, and finally her throat felt a little more comfortable.

"Yo, I'm sweating, it's a good thing!" Sun shi touched Yang Ruoqing's forehead, the worry on her face eased a little, and she smiled and said, "Your father went to the town to get medicine for you when it was bright, and it is estimated that it will be lunch at noon. It's time to come back. Qing'er sit and don't move, my mother will twist a handkerchief for you to wipe your face."

Yang Ruoqing nodded lightly, watching the woman turn around and go to the corner of the wall, where there was a simple wooden shelf with a clay pot on it, and a half-old handkerchief on the side.

Yang Ruoqing watched the woman soaking the handkerchief in the water, twisting it hard, turning her head from time to time, pursed her lips and smiled at Yang Qiuyu on the side of the bed, Yang Ruoqing was a little lost.

This is not a dream. He fell into the sea after a plane crash and did not drown, but traveled to a poor ancient farmhouse with such a loving mother.

Closing her eyes and opening them again, she regained her usual calmness.

Since God gave herself a chance to start over, she must seize it and live a new life, she must live a different and wonderful life!

The handkerchief had just been put on his face, and half of it was wiped. The door of the wing was slapped open from the outside with a "bang!" sound.

"The third family, what are you talking about hiding in the house? The whole family doesn't go to the pond after rubbing their clothes. They pile up in the basket and rot away, and they go to the ground naked to work?"

At the same time as the voice suddenly sounded, Yang Ruoqing clearly felt the woman's hand in front of her shaking violently, and her sallow face showed a bit of fear.

Looking at the door of the wing, an old woman stood there holding the wooden door, with a tiger face, sparse eyebrows, and when she looked at people, her eyes seemed to be staring at you.He had a sagging nose, thin lips, and his gray hair was neatly combed behind his head, tied in a bun with a silver hairpin, and a silver round earring on both ears.

Short and thin, wearing a [-]% new dark gray cloth, with small feet, obviously wrapped, standing there like a slender compass nailed to the ground.

(End of this chapter)