Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 80

When Yang Ruoqing delivered the dumplings to Aunt Osmanthus's house, they just caught up with their family to have dinner in the kitchen.

A soybean oil lamp was lit on the side of the pot, and there were two earthenware bowls on the side, with some vegetables at the bottom.

It was dark, and I couldn't see what it was.

"Aunt Osmanthus, are you eating? Just in time, I'm bringing you dumplings!"

"Yeah, dumplings? This is a rare thing!"

Osmanthus hurriedly put down the bowls and chopsticks in her hand, and took the dumplings that Yang Ruoqing handed over.

The white and fragrant dumplings were all pretty and fresh, and several of the Osmanthus family members all came together, drooling with gluttony.

"These dumplings are so beautiful, they smell good. Qing'er, you gave us so much, do you have enough for your family?" Osmanthus asked.

"It's enough, auntie, you can eat first, there are still two bowls I have to deliver to Aunt Dayun and Luo Tiejia." Yang Ruoqing said.

"Halle, it's dark and the road is slippery, let your Uncle Chang Geng take you?"

Osmanthus asked, Chang Geng, who was squatting on the stove and pulling wild vegetable porridge, immediately put down the bowl and stood up.

Yang Ruoqing smiled and shook her head: "No need, the road in the village can be walked with eyes closed."

Yang Ruoqing sent the dumplings to Aunt Dayun's house again, and the Dayun family had eaten and washed their feet and climbed into bed.

Yang Ruoqing did not enter the house, but gave the dumplings to Dayun in the yard.

"I've been busy harvesting and planting rapeseed and wheat during this period of time, and I don't have time to make dumplings. Your brothers and sisters are clamoring for tooth sacrifices. That's it. I'll get up early tomorrow and see these dumplings, I don't know how to be happy. What the hell!" Dayun took Yang Ruoqing's hand and said with a smile.

Gifts of roses, hand a fragrance.

Hearing Aunt Dayun say this, Yang Ruoqing was also very happy.

"There aren't many dumplings, so I can only give my brothers and sisters a taste. Auntie, then I'll go first!"

"Okay, be careful on the way, I'll wash the dishes and send them over tomorrow." Dayun sent Yang Ruoqing to the gate of the courtyard.

"It's okay, auntie, go back to the house!" Yang Ruoqing waved her hand towards Dayun from a distance, and her figure disappeared into the night.

"This girl is really capable, Shuzhen is blessed!" Dayun murmured and turned back to the yard.

The last bowl was for Tang Yazi.

Changping Village is very big, and it takes three bowls of tea from one end of the village to the other.

Lao Yang's house is at the northernmost end of the village, while Luo's blacksmith's house is under the old maple tree at the southern end of the village.

Yang Ruoqing walked all the way, and the people in the courtyards on both sides basically lay down, and the lights were dark.

These yellow muddy house walls are really bad for sound insulation.

In some people's houses, there was also the sound of a woman "calling the kang".

"Calling Kang" is a local dialect, translated into modern words, is "calling chuang".

Yang Ruoqing buried her head on her way, but pursed her lips and snickered.

In this ancient rural village, the spiritual life was poor, and the entertainment hobby was even more pitiful.

As soon as it gets dark, the lights are blown, men and women get under the quilt, don't fiddle with the things between men and women, isn't it boring to have a long night?

Hurry up and hurry, and finally saw the old maple tree at the southern end of the village.

Under the maple tree, the small farmyard with three thatched cottages and a fence is the home of Blacksmith Luo.

The three low houses were pitch-dark, and the lower thatched house next to the house was still dimly lit.

Yang Ruoqing walked over and patted the fence gate.

A tall figure came out of the lit small room, and Yang Ruoqing recognized Luo Fengtang at a glance.

"Who?" he asked, standing at the door of the hut, toward the fence gate.

"Tangyazi, I am the fat girl of the old Yang family."

Fat girl?

Luo Fengtang was startled.

Thinking that he heard it wrong, he raised his hand and patted his hot cheek.

"Tangyazi, what are you doing? Open the door, my mother sent me to bring something to your house."

Across a fence gate, Yang Ruoqing clearly saw Tang Yazi froze at the door of the small house, and did not come to open the door, but stood there and patted his own face.

Why does this kid look like a dumb goose?

Yang Ruoqing was wondering when the people over there finally moved.

Luo Fengtang rushed behind the door in a single step, and opened the fence gate with a creak.

The moon hangs on the treetops, and the bright moonlight shines down. He can see it very clearly. The girl standing at the door with a basket on her shoulders is really fat!

"Fat, fat, you, why are you here?"

Luo Fengtang looked down at the girl in front of him who was a lot shorter than him, inexplicably short of breath.

"My mother made dumplings, let me bring you bowls and try them. Where's Uncle Luo? Are you lying down?" Yang Ruoqing asked with a smile.

"Well, lie down after taking the medicine."

Luo Fengtang muttered, thinking of something, her tall body turned sideways to make way for Yang Ruoqing.

"Come in and sit down!"

"Uncle Luo lies down, and I won't go in and disturb him. You can find a bowl, Tangyazi. I'll give you the dumplings, and I have to go home." Yang Ruoqing said.

"Oh, the bowl, the bowl is in..."

Yang Ruoqing saw that Luo Fengtang was stunned again, and smiled helplessly, "Where is your kitchen?"

"Then..." He raised his finger and pointed to the small room that was still lit by fire.

Yang Ruoqing took a step forward and walked straight to the kitchen room of Blacksmith Luo's house.

This kid is so stupid, she can't get back to God after asking a question for a long time, she should do it herself!

Walking into the kitchen of the old Luo family, I was startled by the sight in front of me.

Next to the mottled wall, there is a stove, a single pot, and the chimney is crooked and looks like it will collapse at any time.

Inside the stove, the smoky, yellow muddy walls were completely dark!

In the pot outside, the dirty tableware and chopsticks after eating were all piled up inside, half submerged with water, rice grains, wild vegetables, and medicinal dregs, scattered all over the stove!

A sour and rotten smell, the bitter taste of the co-authored medicine permeates every place, pungent and unpleasant.

Fortunately, the solar term is getting colder and winter is coming soon. If this is left in summer, I am afraid that all the flies and mosquitoes in a village will have to come here!

These are not counting, the ground, I am afraid that it has not been swept for ten days and a half, right?

There are also piles of rabbit sets, wild boar sets, and messy bamboo wire hatchets and other hunting utensils.

Can't get off the ground!

In the corner of the wall, a bamboo has just been broken open, and there is a hatchet next to it. It seems that the fire has just been lit. It is Tang Yazi who is cutting arrows here!

"Fatty, wait a minute, I'll find you a bowl."

Luo Fengtang came in, said a word, and rushed to the side of the cabinet, pulling it away.

The dust mixed with the musty smell rushed towards Luo Fengtang's face, causing Luo Fengtang to cough a few times.

"Tangyazi, are you all right?" Yang Ruoqing turned her head and asked.

Luo Fengtang blushed and waved her hand: "The cupboard has not been opened for a long time, I am afraid there is no bowl. There is in the pot!"

He turned around and came to the pot table, and was dumbfounded when he saw the tableware and chopsticks kept in the pot.

Yang Ruoqing shook her head secretly. There is no woman in a family. What a mess!

"Tangyazi, don't look for a bowl. You put the dumplings away and eat them hot tomorrow morning."

Yang Ruoqing said, looked at the only pot, was it all dirty like that?Why is it hot?

Luo Fengtang was so embarrassed that she stood by the stove with her head down, wishing she could find a seam to drill.

(Dear, I wish you a Happy New Year's Day, everything goes smoothly in the new year! There will be New Year's Day benefits later.!)

(End of this chapter)