dumb wife farming

Chapter 22 Don't You Praise Me?

The expression on Shen An's face was even a little serious, Song Yao was still a little taken aback when she saw Shen An's expression.

And Zhuang Zhuang, who was originally attracted by the small basket, was called out by his father's words before he touched the basket, and his small body also rubbed against Song Yao's side, and asked worriedly: "Mother, your hand Are you injured?"

The focus of both father and son fell on her hands.

Could it be that the baskets I made are so inconspicuous that no one even praises me?

Thinking of this, Song Yao looked aggrieved at the father and son.

She withdrew her hand from Shen An's, picked up a small note left next to it, and wrote on the ground: "Isn't the basket I weaved pretty?"

After finishing writing, she looked at the two of them with that pitiful look again.

The father and son looked at each other, and Zhuang Zhuang was the first to react.Holding the little basket in her arms, she kept shaking her head and said, "The basket made by mother is very beautiful."

Song Yao looked at Shen An again.

Looking at her wet little eyes, Shen An didn't know what to say.

He thought for a while, endured the throbbing in his heart, didn't do anything to her, just squatted there, and said in a helpless voice: "Yaoyao, I'm just afraid..."

Shen An just couldn't utter the words of concern.

"Let's eat!" Song Yao bowed her head and wrote three more words before pulling Zhuang Zhuang to wash her hands.

From an angle where the mother and son could not see, Shen An helplessly patted his face.Why did you just have a clumsy mouth?

……

Whether it was before or now, Song Yao didn't have the habit of taking a nap. After eating, she started to make baskets upside down again. When she saw those rattans today, she was thinking that if she made baskets, she should be able to sell them. some prices.

"Help me get some river water, okay?" Song Yao wrote on the sand for Shen An to read.

Although Shen An was a little puzzled, he still nodded.

When he came back with water, Song Yao and Zhuang Zhuang had already prepared the big wooden basin, he put the water in it, and Song Yao soaked the thicker vines in it.

These thicker ones will be softer after soaking.

After arranging these things, Song Yao reached out and pulled Shen An over.

With her strength, she couldn't pull it at all. Shen An looked at the little hand tightly clutching her clothes, and her heart skipped a beat, as if what the little hand was holding was his heart.

"Do you have land at home?" This man's family is really poor, Song Yao wants to know more about his family's situation.

Seeing this, Shen An is not stupid.

Sitting opposite Song Yao, he shook his head and said, "When Grandpa was here, he still had land, but later he sold it all to pay off the debt. After I got Zhuangzhuang, I also opened one, but the effect was not good, so later So I gave up." Because it is a wasteland land, the soil quality is not good, and the harvest is naturally not much better.

Hearing this, Song Yao rolled her nimble eyeballs. It's the beginning of spring now. As long as the soil is improved, the land will be fine.After thinking about it, she wrote down her thoughts.

Looking at the writing on the ground, Shen An was a little surprised: "Yaoyao, you mean, let me clean up the ground again?"

Song Yao nodded.

Relying only on hunting is still a bit monotonous. Besides, once the weather is bad, you will not be able to enter the mountains at all, and naturally you will have no income. This is irrational.

Seeing the affirmative expression on his daughter-in-law's face, Shen An finally nodded: "I'm fine this afternoon, then I'll clean up the place."

Their family lives at the head of the village, and the land is nearby, so they can take care of their family.

(End of this chapter)