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

Chapter 47

Yang Xiuning picked up a piece of cake with his chopsticks, tore it in half, put the bigger one into the Du Xiaozhu bowl and said, "Eat it!"

Then he gave the smaller one to Young Sister Yang who looked eager, and started to drink the porridge.

The wheat will be harvested in half a month, and I will go to the wheat field for a day or two, which is a physical effort, otherwise, Widow Yang would not be willing to make this pancake mixed with coarse grains early in the morning.

This coarse-grain pancake made people's throat sore, Du Xiaozhu could say he ate it with tears in his eyes.

While swallowing with difficulty, she secretly vowed in her heart that she must work hard to earn money.

Then, not to mention that there is meat to eat every meal, but at least it won't be beaten, just for a piece of pancake that can choke her to death.

She wants to eat fine grains, various pancakes, steamed stuffed buns, and dumplings made of wheat flour.

It was not only Du Xiaozhu who also ate breakfast with tears in his eyes, but also the widow Xiao Yang, who was fed enough dog food by the second and second couple for a breakfast, so how could they still eat.

After finishing the porridge in a hurry, she returned to the room, but only she knew how much the pillow towel was wet with tears.

Yang Xiaomei got half of the pancake from Yang Xiuning, she was in a very good mood, and she also knew that she was in the hands of the second sister-in-law.

After breakfast, without further ado, he sent Du Xiaozhu back to his room to rest, and she did all the work in the kitchen.

In this way, Du Xiaozhu is naturally happy, the work brought back yesterday has to be handed in today.

Today is the deadline for the money owed to Widow Yang.

But half an hour later, Du Xiaozhu was facing the window, immersed in his work, when he heard someone calling for someone outside the courtyard.

Yang Xiaomei came out when she heard the voice.

Du Xiaozhu also raised his head and glanced at the courtyard. The person who came was Wang Meng who went to wash clothes by the river with Yang Xiaomei in the morning.

It's just that there was another person who came with her, who looked a little familiar, but at the age of thirteen or fourteen, with a timid appearance.

He also seemed very cautious when he entered the yard, holding a blue bag in his hand and covering it with a piece of floral cloth, so he couldn't see what it was.

The little girl visited every house, Du Xiaozhu didn't have much interest in getting involved, so he buried himself in his work again.

It's just that the window of her room is facing the courtyard, and she is sitting facing the window at this time, even if she doesn't want to see people, she can't help but have a panoramic view of everything in the courtyard.

"Wang Meng, Huan'er, why are you here?"

The Yang family is not in the center of the village, usually Yang Xiaomei is looking for them to play in the village, and few people are willing to come to the Yang family.

Yang Xiaomei was very happy that the two of them came to find her.

Compared to Wang Meng, this He Huan'er was even more rare. Even if she lived next door, it was hard to see her go out.

Yang Xiaomei went up happily and took He Huan'er's hand. The intimacy in it made Wang Meng feel a little uncomfortable.

Their Wang family is still a big family in the village, and the village head is her own uncle, who is already at odds with the Yang family. Don't they know how to get on good terms with themselves so that she can speak well in front of her uncle?
However, Yang Xiaomei couldn't understand her twisted and twisted thoughts, she pulled He Huan'er and asked happily.

"Huan'er, why are you willing to come out today? I want to ask you to play together on weekdays, but I always go to your house, but I can't invite you."

The little girl broke away from Yang Xiaomei's hand, handed the basket in her hand and whispered, "My house is next door, it doesn't matter if we go to your house or mine."

Yang Xiaomei took the basket and couldn't help being a little curious. She wanted to open it to have a look, but the girl named Huan'er stopped her hand and pressed Yang Xiaomei's hand. She glanced in Wang Meng's direction, with prayers in her eyes He shook his head towards Xiaomei Yang.

(End of this chapter)