A poor family counterattacks, she is beautiful and sassy on the way to the imperial examination

Chapter 42 Chapter 42

An Chuxia, who was at home on vacation, completely let go of herself. No matter how strict An Jinchen's brother was, he would not let her do anything, he only wanted her to read books and practice calligraphy.

She was just pretending, as soon as An Jinchen left, she put down her books and lay leisurely in the yard basking in the sun.

Live the leisurely retirement life that you have dreamed of for a long time.

Six or seven days passed like this.

This day, An Jinchen did not go to sell braised pork with Runsheng, but found a piece of sand from the spare room, sat in the yard, took a bowl of water from a broken bowl, and began to sharpen the sickle.

The sound of sharpening the knife made An Chuxia feel a little toothache.

"Brother! Why didn't you go out today, what are you doing sharpening your knife?"

An Jinchen continued to touch the sickle in his hand, and replied without raising his head: "The few acres of land our family opened up has ripe wheat, so we have to take it back as soon as the weather is good.

If it rains, it will be ruined. "

Only then did An Chuxia remember that their family was on the side of the West Mountain, and An Jinchen's brothers and sisters were kicked out, and when they grew up, they opened up three acres of land.

Seeing that An Jinchen had only sharpened a sickle, An Chuxia stood up from the stool and went to the spare room in the east room by herself, found another rusty sickle and placed it next to An Jinchen.

"Brother... sharpen this sickle too, and I will go with you to cut the wheat."

An Jinchen glanced at An Chuxia's white and tender hands, and shook his head in disapproval.

An Chuxia knew from An Jinchen's expression that she didn't need to resort to extreme measures, and An Jinchen, a spoiled girl, would not agree.

So after An Jinchen sharpened the sickle and put it aside, An Chuxia held it in his hand while he was not paying attention, raised one eyebrow and said, "Brother, I'm going to cut the wheat first, you sharpen the knife and come quickly!"

Before An Jinchen could react, An Chuxia had already quickly slipped out the door.

An Jinchen, who originally wanted to stop her sister, sat back and began to sharpen the rusty sickle.

My sister wants to cut wheat to play, so let her go!

Leaving her at home alone to read these few days must be exhausting.

When she was tired from playing and her hands hurt and she didn't want to cut them, let her sit under a tree by the field to rest.

I don't know if my brother An Jinchen would still think so if he saw An Chuxia lying comfortably in the yard basking in the sun every day.

I came to the foot of the West Mountain, because it was reclaimed land, and it was not adjacent to the fertile land of other people.

So An Chuxia could easily find her own wheat field.

An Chuxia walked to the field and bent down to grab the wheat with one hand, and began to cut with a sickle in the other.

In the previous life, An Chuxia's father was a civil servant, and he was considered a small leader in the agency. Her mother was a girl from the countryside, and she and An's father were college classmates.

Because An Chuxia likes the clean air in the countryside, the vitality of the crops, the sunrise and sunset, and the primitive and simple life.

So in her previous life, as long as she had time, she would often visit her grandparents, live there for a while, and help them with their work.

It is because of this that she can work in a decent way now.

An Chuxia had just cut a field of wheat, stood up and beat her back, when she saw An Jinchen and Da Zhuang couple walking towards this side.

When they came to see the wheat harvested by An Chuxia, they couldn't help laughing.

An Chuxia looked at them in confusion, what's so funny about that, isn't that how wheat is harvested?

The strong daughter-in-law Mrs. Zhao saw An Chuxia's doubts, went to the field and cut the wheat, and said over and over again: "Did Xia Xia never cut wheat before?"

An Chuxia thought for a while and thought that the original owner had never worked in the fields, so she nodded, "Mmm! No!"

Mrs. Zhao said: "That's right, because no one who has harvested the wheat will leave the stubble so high."

Seeing that An Chuxia still didn't understand, she explained to her again: "When the stubble grows taller, there will be less grass for the fire.

Second, the land is too close to the mountains... The village does not allow the wheat stubble to be set on fire, so it will be difficult to plow the land with oxen or plow the land by yourself in the coming year. "

Hearing what Mrs. Zhao said, An Chuxia came to her senses.

Modern people dare to cut wheat in this way. First, they don’t need to keep stubble for fire, because now the land is mechanized, and there is no problem of difficult land.

She knows how to cut wheat because the old man is reluctant to spend money to hire a harvester.

An Chuxia cut a section of wheat and had to stand up to stretch her aching waist, and gradually she was left behind.

Fortunately, Mrs. Zhao is not far ahead of her.

An Chuxia bent down and continued cutting, and chatted with Mrs. Zhao in the midst of her busy schedule.

"Why didn't sister-in-law and big brother go out to the breakfast stall today?"

Mrs. Zhao was working with her hands, and said with a bad face: "What else can it be because it's not the people from the old house.

When the family was divided, only Da Zhuang and I were given less than two acres of land, and the crops were still grown in it, and it would not be harvest time yet.

When the family was divided, everyone was scrambling for the land, but now it's much better... The work can't be finished, so the old lady asked me and Da Zhuang to go back to help.

As soon as Da Zhuang and I walked out of the old house, we ran into your brother and learned that he was coming to Xishan to harvest wheat.

Since it happened so coincidentally, we'll follow, and we'll finish cutting your wheat first.

To tell the truth, I don't really want to help those people who don't recognize their brothers when encountering a little difficulty. "

When An Chuxia heard Mrs. Zhao's hearty and bold words, she was so shocked that she almost cut her own calf, "Can you and Brother Da Zhuang do this?
At that time, my husband's brother and sister-in-law will not come to make trouble with you! "

Mrs. Zhao curled her lips, so what if she makes trouble!
For those who live in separate households, it is a matter of love to help, and it is a duty not to help. Even if they come to make trouble, they can still make trouble.

If it wasn't for the help of sister Xiaoxia, the couple still owed so many foreign debts after they separated, and they didn't know how to live their lives for a long time.

In order not to cause trouble for Xiao Xia, the couple never mentioned in front of outsiders that Xiao Xia taught them how to make breakfast.

But even if you don't say that the couple are grateful to Xiaoxia, they can't help their family at ordinary times. Now it happens that there are few workers in their family. If they don't come to help his family right now, why should they help those people? The white-eyed wolf is a relative.

An Chuxia's guess was right, the sister-in-law of Zhao's husband's family waited in the field, but they didn't wait for the strong couple.

With a blushing face and a thick neck, he crossed his hips and yelled at the couple in the field that they were nothing.She asked the old lady to call, but the couple still didn't come to help with the work.

To be honest, Da Zhuang felt bad when he heard his wife say that.Seeing that he had a lame foot, his relatives thought he was cumbersome, and hurriedly separated the husband and wife.

Not even a decent piece of stuff was given to them, let alone a fertile paddy field.

Except for the debts, the couple basically didn't get any decent things.

Just when An Chuxia was cutting the wheat, and her waist could hardly straighten up, the grandson of Grandma An's family ran over and shouted, "Miss Chuxia! My grandmother told me to tell you to go back quickly, why did you come to deliver newspaper posters?" people."

(End of this chapter)