Who understands? I took the library with me to farm

Chapter 13: My feet are sprained from plowing
  The rain season has arrived, and the rainfall is gradually abundant. Next is the Jingzhe, and the farmers in Dayan have entered the farming stage of the new year.

First, we need to clear the ditches in the field ridges that have been empty all winter to ensure unobstructed irrigation by rainwater.

Then we need to select, prepare, and breed crops such as rice and corn, and then plant and cultivate crops such as wheat, potatoes, and soybeans.

The season waits for no one, so Mrs. Feng Liu made arrangements early in the morning: "Today we all go to the ground, the third child and the two cubs are also taken with us, and we can play by ourselves. Whoever has time can just take a look. Bring enough water. I will come back at noon to give it to you." Cook."

The Feng family has about forty acres of land. Even if the men in the family have their own livelihoods, the farmers still have to regard the land as their foundation. Spring plowing, summer plowing, autumn harvest, and winter storage are all top priorities.

The farming work was busy, the blacksmith shop was closed, and Feng Erzhuang also stopped hunting at home.

The whole family went about their business, eating some dry food to fill their bellies, drinking two bowls of hot tea, and then went to work in the fields.

He Miao put on a sweat-absorbent headscarf and a hollow hat to protect from the sun. He carried a hoe and bent down to pound the ground hard.

With the dual memory of the original owner's brain and muscles, these farm tasks are naturally a piece of cake.

Crop work is really tiring, and it's completely different from the various farm games you usually play, so let's just think of it as free fitness.

It was approaching noon and the sun was getting stronger. He Miao opened his curtain and waved the fan in his hand. Sweat dripped down his face, truly fulfilling the saying "sweat drips from the soil below the grass".

The white, tender and moist skin is reddish from sweat, making her look delicate and charming. The crystal sweat drops flowing over the tip of her nose complement each other even more.

"Is this the wife of the third brother of the Feng family?"

I don't know when a person stood beside the field, staring at He Miao with a flattering and malicious face.

"Sandi Feng is so lucky! It's so exciting to marry such a beautiful little lady!"

This man is a well-known gangster in the village. He spends his days chasing cats and dogs, doing nothing, neither farming nor making a living. He is very annoying.

"Zheng Laoliu, don't join in the fun shamelessly. If you have work to do, do it. If you don't work, stay away!"

Feng Erzhuang never liked him, so he stepped forward and shouted a few words.

Zheng Laoliu was disappointed and didn't care. He shuffled away carelessly, looking back at He Miao as he walked.

"Sister-in-law, drink water!"

Feng Yuanlang ran to his wife from time to time to bring her water to wipe her sweat, and even tried to grab the hoe and do it himself.

He Miao didn't stop him, straightened up, drank a few big mouthfuls of cold water, and watched Feng Yuanlang work. He swung his hoe and dug here and there, without any rules.

"Third brother and sister! If you want to be lazy, just say so. Don't bring the third child out to cause damage!" Li Huahua yelled angrily.

He Miao couldn't bear to see Feng Yuanlang cut the narrow ditch she had just repaired into a wide ditch.

She pulled her husband aside, secretly gave him a copy of "Doraemon", and asked him to avoid the sun and read it under the roots of a tree.

He worked hard, clearing away the remaining branches, stones and mud bit by bit, piling them in the open space, and then leveled the ditch.

This process was very addictive. She gradually became immersed in it and no longer felt her body tired.

As a child who grew up in the city, I realized for the first time that working step by step can be so healing.

She was quick with her hands and feet and quickly cleaned up the small piece of land assigned to her by her parents-in-law.

Next to the field ridge is a small wheelbarrow cart used by the family for farm work. Use shovels to load the waste generated from clearing the fields into the cart, and then push it to the open space and burn it.

The original owner's family was poor, and his father was too lazy to build it himself. He Miao had never used a wheelbarrow, so he was in a hurry when pushing the wheelbarrow and couldn't control it. She thought that the structure of this car conformed to the principle of leverage, and it would save effort to pile the waste at the front end.

But as a result, the center of gravity of the car was unstable, the front of the car was swinging around, and it was difficult to control. It suddenly rolled over on the field ridge with a "clang".

She quickly and forcefully broke the car handle, and the two parties collided with each other. Her whole body fell over along with the car, and her ankle "cracked".

"Ouch!"

Feng Erzhuang was the closest to her. He dropped his hoe when he heard the noise and ran over quickly.

"Third brother and sister, what's wrong? Did the car roll over?"

He Miao wanted to laugh inexplicably when he heard this. He endured the pain and said, "I didn't push the cart properly, and my ankle seems to be sprained."

Feng Erzhuang helped He Miao up: "Get up and try walking."

"No, no, it hurts, I can't walk."

As soon as she stepped hard, the bones in her ankle felt like tearing pain.

At this time, everyone in the family heard the sound and rushed over.

Mrs. Feng Liu saw that He Miao's ankle was already red and swollen. She squeezed it gently and said, "Fortunately, the bone is not broken. It is sprained. I need to rest for a while."

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu, daughter-in-law, what's wrong with Yuen Long's wife?" Feng Yuen Long came over and saw his daughter-in-law sitting on the ground. He was so distressed that tears welled up in his eyes.

"Third brother, carry your wife on your back and go home to rest." Mrs. Feng Liu warned, "Miao'er, don't do any work when you go back. Just lie down on the kang and take care of yourself."

Feng Yuanlang squatted down obediently, and everyone helped He Miao up. She hugged her husband's neck tightly and lay on his broad and strong back.

Although this silly husband acted haphazardly, he still had a lot of strength. He held He Miao's legs with both arms and walked steadily, which made people feel at ease.

"Dad, Mom, I see that my sister's foot is seriously injured. I'll call Dr. Jiang over and prescribe some medicine to straighten the bones."

Feng Erzhuang took the initiative to ask for help, but Feng Qinkui turned around and went back to work without comment.

Feng Liu seemed to suddenly remember it, clapped her hands and said, "Why did you forget about this? I'm right. Go quickly and see if anything happens."

Feng Erzhuang received permission and ran away in large strides.

Li Huahua's eyes widened, and a sour breath came out of his mouth: "Whose mother-in-law is this? Or is she a princess? Why are you so pampered?
  Back then, I had a big belly and didn't even miss my work. With this posture, my feet are sprained and I still need to hire a doctor? Aren’t the medical fees and medication fees all money? "

Feng Dazhuang also felt that his mother was too partial to his three younger siblings. What kind of family was that? There is no limit on sugar and oil, just see the doctor as he says?
  He patted his wife on the shoulder in a calming manner: "Stop talking, you're tired. Work first. I'll rub your shoulders and feet when you get back in the evening."

Li Huahua's anger subsided, and he took Feng Dazhuang's arm, and the couple continued working while laughing.

Chen Xiu'e saw her man busy working for other women, her teeth were itching with jealousy and resentment, but for a while, she could only grit her teeth and swallow.

She dug hard at the soil and used the mud as a punching bag.

Feng Yuanlang returned home with his wife on his back. As soon as he settled in, Feng Erzhuang came with Jiang Langzhong.

After the doctor examined him, he prescribed a prescription for promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis. He made the plaster every day and applied it to his ankle. He recovered within half a month.

After sending the doctor away, Feng Erzhuang went back to work in the fields in a hurry.

(End of this chapter)