Second Sister Nongmen has space

Chapter 143 Brother and Sister Quarrel
Song Liyun stepped forward and grabbed Song Zhenping's arm: "Song Zhenping, Xiaoan is going, and you are going too."

Song Zhenping pulled his arm back, instead of shaking her hand, he staggered.

Immediately annoyed: "I won't go if I say I won't go. I usually listen to you in everything at home. Can you listen to me this time? I am the master of the house."

"Song Zhenping, do you know what you're talking about? What is a person who is in charge of the house!"

Song Liyun yelled angrily, and threw his hand away.

Song Zhenping was free, but he didn't speak, and ran out quickly without lifting his head.

At the door of the kitchen, Yun Niang looked at Song Liyun with a worried expression on her face.

It was the first time she saw the siblings quarreling just now, and it was also the first time she saw the smiling Song Liyun angry.

"Girl...don't be angry with Daping, he definitely didn't mean to be angry with you."

Song Liyun didn't say a word, she just withdrew her hand and looked at her palm seriously.

To be honest, when I first came into contact with this body, my hands like chicken feet were covered with dead white skin, which was soaked in water all the year round.

When she arrived in Suijin Town, Song Zhenping didn't even ask her to do rough work, and she has been raised to be smooth and delicate.

She never doubted Song Zhenping's love for herself and Xiao An, even if Song Zhenping said something hurtful at this time, she didn't doubt it.

She was only thinking, what made Song Zhenping refuse treatment?
Are you worried about the effect after treatment?
But this time when I went to Fucheng, I didn't want to treat it immediately, but I needed to recuperate my body first, and I needed to be diagnosed by a doctor first.

It seems that we need to talk more.

Outside Baolin's house, Song Zhenping squatted on the ground, beating his head hard, wishing he could hit his head to death.

Yun'er worked hard to earn money, and even asked someone to find a doctor to show her legs, and she still said that to hurt her.

This family was all dependent on Yun'er, so he was useless as an older brother, and he still had the face to talk about someone who was in charge of the family.

But the words have already been spoken, Yun'er must be sad.

How should I explain why I don't want treatment.

I didn't do it for money, but because I was afraid that if the cure didn't work out, I would have to experience the feeling of being unable to act.

If she said it, Yun'er would definitely laugh at herself.

At the beginning, his leg was injured by Song Defu, and he had not been treated. He had to drag his injured leg to work and carry firewood every day.

If it wasn't for Xiao An who still needed his care, the unbearable pain and despair made him almost want to jump into the river.

He was really scared!

Although my legs are lame now, I can still walk.

In Suijin Town this winter, he has been dressed warmly and burned a hot kang, and even the aches and pains caused by the cold have decreased a lot.

Especially in the greenhouse, he didn't think there was any problem with his legs.

But if he went to treatment, what if it didn't work... He didn't dare to imagine whether he could accept it.

Song Zhenping walked to the field outside the town in a daze, even Han Ming, who came diagonally across from him, didn't notice.

Seeing that he was in a trance, Han Ming hurriedly put away the cart with the acorn baskets, stepped forward and grabbed him: "Daping, Dadong, what's wrong with you?"

Song Zhenping blinked hard a few times before regaining consciousness. Seeing that it was Han Ming, he immediately dropped his hoe and squatted on the ground again: "Uncle Han, am I useless? I can't compare to Yun'er!"

Han Ming didn't know what he was talking about. It was useless to say that no one seemed to be better than Song Liyun, even he himself would admit defeat.

However, Song Zhenping grew the vegetables in Baolinju's backyard very well.

It is now approaching March, and the cabbage, eggplant, and beans inside are still growing one after another.

The family can eat all kinds of dishes if they want, and these are all thanks to Song Zhenping.

Could it be that Miss Song was arguing with Dadong's family?
Han Ming threw the cart into the woods outside the house, and shouted to the courtyard wall: "Daxian, the cart is lost here, I will go to the field with Dadong."

After finishing speaking, he hurriedly walked out with Song Zhenping, and casually asked why he was worried just now.

He is obviously an employee of the Song family, but in fact, the Song family has already regarded him as his master.

Now that the two masters are quarreling, he must mediate.

Beside the courtyard wall, Hei Jin poked his head out to look around, then closed his eyes and scratched to bask in the sun.

Next to it, on the highest point of the roof, solar panels are charging powerful electric rods.

In the field, the townspeople have already started to work, moving the manure collected by their families all winter into the field.

There are few people in Suijin Town, and the land is concentrated in the sandy land by the river, which is relatively fertile.

Song Zhenping was envious of the ridges of winter wheat that had turned green.

The ten mu of land he got is still uncultivated, and it is full of weeds. If he wants to plant the land, he has to open up the wasteland first.

The withered grass must be ignited first, and the soil must be turned over after it is burned, so that the grass seeds and insect eggs will be burned to death, and the fertility will be increased.

Seeing that Song Zhenping and Han Ming were going to open up wasteland, the neighbors came to help.

These were all from the town, some people Song Zhenping didn't know yet, but they were still smiling brightly and politely at him at this moment.

Han Ming shouted to everyone: "Everyone help, watch around, I'll light the fire right now."

Then, a fire started, and with the dry grass crackling and burning, suddenly thick smoke billowed, which could be seen from far away.

Soon, the thick smoke attracted the attention of the guard, and a few horses came out from there.

Zhou Xiaoqi led three sergeants to the river on horseback. When he saw Song Zhenping burning the wasteland, he dismounted and came over.

"Daping, where is your land?"

When the land was selected, Xue Zhuang helped to look at it, but Zhou Xiaoqi didn't know it.

When Song Zhenping saw Zhou Xiaoqi, he bowed his head and saluted, but was stopped: "Hey! Don't be polite between us. If you want to plant land, ask a few people from the guard to help!"

Song Zhenping quickly refused: "You usually have to take turns guarding the customs, and you have to practice hard..."

"Hey! If you say that, you'll be offended. I'll ask someone to go back and shout." Zhou Xiaoqi said to a sergeant who followed: "Go back to the camp and say something. Anyone who is free will come and help."

The sergeant rode his horse back with a reply.

Song Zhenping was a little panicked, and asked the sergeant of the guard to work for him, which was against military regulations.

Zhou Xiaoqi looked at the restless Song Zhenping, smiled and comforted him and said, "It's okay, brothers are thanking your family!"

It turned out that the guard paid the salary yesterday, not only in full, but also with extra dividends.

Wang Junxuan said that this is the money that the guards got from selling Song's family dishes.

Although the money is not much, the main soldiers are divided into two hundred coins more.

This is also almost unimaginable before.

Ever since the great victory in the first battle that year ago, there have been rewards from above.

The Zhenbei Army may default on the moon silver at ordinary times, but the rewards for killing the enemy are never small, so as to encourage the bravery of the soldiers.

In terms of meritorious deeds, everyone has a share, and the sergeants who have made meritorious deeds in killing the enemy also have at least five taels of silver.

Zhou Xiaoqi is a Kuaima scout and got 15 taels of silver, which he has entrusted someone to take back to his hometown.

Soldiers make a fortune by killing enemies like this.

I thought that there would be no more opportunities to get money, but now it has only been one month, and the camp is distributing money again.

He is a small banner officer, and he earns two taels of silver more than the big soldiers.

(End of this chapter)