The second silly daughter-in-law who likes to cultivate the fertile fields

Chapter 184 Harvest
It's just that he also knows that others may not care about some small things, but no man can bear the hatred of killing his father and taking his wife.

If you don't want to die, it's better not to think about it.

The two of them didn't expect the boss to suddenly get angry, and they looked at each other, and they both saw confusion in each other's eyes. .

As a result, they became even more confused. The two people who didn't know why glanced at each other, and the second child poked the other person's arm to ask him to ask, and only listened to the man's words.

"Boss, since you said you can't afford to offend me, shall we go to Widow Yang's house tomorrow?"

"Go, why don't you go?"

The person who was called the boss seemed to have embarrassment in his eyes, but what he said was firm.

"why?"

Since you can't afford it, why do you have to send it to your door? Is it possible that you really want to help?

"No reason? Just do what you want, don't go too far."

What is this supposed to do?How to do it is not too much, I saw the second child desperately scratching his hair, which was already messed up like a haystack, and he couldn't figure it out even by scratching his head.

While speaking, the younger one had already packed up the pheasant and rabbit, and the second one rushed towards them like a wolf when he saw the meat, and put aside the elder's words long ago.

Widow Yang's house couldn't afford two wild game all at once, and everyone felt distressed, especially Widow Yang, who originally wanted to shed some blood for peace of mind, but she didn't expect these little wolf cubs to be so dissatisfied.

But what Yang Xiuwu and Yang Xiaomei felt distressed was that the meat in their mouths just flew away.

Originally, Du Xiaozhu also said that he would check their handwriting. Looking at the current situation, I'm afraid they don't have the heart to write.

Throwing away the branch in her hand and patting the sand on her body, Du Xiaozhu walked back to the room slowly. Since she didn't want to learn, she didn't have the obligation to force them. She still has a lot of things to do, but she has no time to waste on them.

After dinner, Widow Yang asked Yang Xiuning to check the scythe and basket that he was going to use the next day, and then asked Yang Xiuwu to go to He's next door to say hello.

The He family didn't have much land, and the work could be done in a day or two. Ever since they were with the Yang family, and the widow Yang revealed that she wanted to get married, the He family would come over to help the Yang family every year during the busy farming season.

After the Yang family finishes collecting, the two brothers Yang Xiuning and Yang Xiuwu will help them.

Early the next morning, the rooster crowed for the first time, and Widow Yang called everyone in the family.

Du Xiaozhu had washed up just now, when he heard someone calling outside the main room door.

Widow Yang answered in the courtyard without taking off her apron, and Yang Xiuwu went to the main room to invite people in.

Widow Yang left Yang Xiaomei to help her cook at home, and sent the two brothers Yang Xiuning and Du Xiaozhu to go down to the field first, so that they could mow for a while before the sun came out.

Du Xiaozhu didn't say anything, he just found a few long strips of cloth to tie the cuffs and trousers tightly. This is also a skillful job to cut the wheat. The itchy and painful feeling of the wheat awn sticking on his body is not good.

It is reasonable to say that when these big men go to the ground, it is a bit conspicuous for her to be followed by a woman, but it happens that one of them is his nominally cheap husband-in-law, which seems reasonable again.

Then Yang Xiuning walked slowly until he walked side by side with her, "Don't cut the wheat for a while, I'll teach you how to tie the straw rope first, you just sit on the ridge of the field and tie some first, then I'll tie it later, it's really going down, turn back It's your fault."

(End of this chapter)