Fat Niang makes a fortune in farming

Chapter 4 Working in the Field
In June, the sun had already set on the mountainside. Although it was not as hot as during the day, there was still no wind in the air, and it was still sultry.

Meng Kejun in the field couldn't help speeding up the movements of his hands, but this fat body has been squatting on the ground for a day, and now it is quite difficult to even stand up.The clothes on his body were sweaty and then dried, dry and wet again. Not only did they stick to his body uncomfortable and tight, but there was also an unpleasant sweaty smell.

After pulling out the last fruitless seedling rack in the field, she slowly stood up from the ground, turned her head and shouted to Dong Jingye, who was busy with handicap and leg, on the other side of the field, "Father! Go back! The rest I can do a little work alone!"

When she went to the field, she already refused to let him come with him. He was inconvenient in his legs and feet, and it was really hard to work in the field in this hot weather, but Dong Jingye cherished himself and would come with him no matter what he said.

"There's not much work left, hurry up and let's go home together!"

Dong Jingye did not stop for a moment to do the work at hand. He picked up the dead branches scattered in various fields. These seedlings with yellowed leaves no longer bear fruit. Today, I will pull them all out and start again. Grow something else.

"It's getting late, and my mother, Ping'er, should be in a hurry. You should go back first! The rest of the work won't take much effort." They came out after lunch, and only Ping'er and Ping'er were left at home. Mrs. Huang, who cannot see clearly, and Mr. Meng Kejun, who works in the field, still have some concerns about it.

Seeing that there was really not much work left in the field, Dong Jingye patted the dirt on his hands and decided to go home first after hearing Meng Kejun's advice, "Then I'll go back and cook the meal first, don't be too late!"

He looked at Meng Kejun who was still busy in the field, and his heart tightened. This girl has not stopped for a moment since she regained her mind, and she is holding hands inside and outside the house.

It stands to reason that this girl has a good head and should hurry to find her own home, but she stayed to help the old, weak, sick and disabled family. Although life is still difficult now, it is much better than before.

"Father, your legs and feet are inconvenient. Slow down here!" Before Dong Jingye left, Meng Kejun still didn't forget to turn around and give some instructions.

Although this piece of land is in my backyard, weeds are overgrown because I haven't taken care of it too early, and the ridges are still high and shallow. It is difficult for me to walk with healthy legs, let alone those with inconvenient legs. Dong is dedicated.

"Hey!" Meng Kejun's exhortation made Dong Jingye's heart tighter. God treated him kindly. He just lost his son and daughter here, and he sent Kejun to his side again. It must be burning high incense to get such a good fortune.

After breakfast this morning, Meng Kejun specially picked out two buckets of dung water from her house, and she wanted to clean up her land.

It's not that the Dong family didn't take good care of this land, but that it was really barren. They planted as many seeds as other families, and spent the same amount of thought. , and all the harvests of this land can be added together to pick a basket, thank God.

Since it is a poor land, Meng Kejun vomited fat on it. Not only did she pick up two buckets of manure, she also scraped all the chicken manure from her own chicken coop yesterday, and went to the Mancang brother's house next door, She got two buckets of pig manure, and she filled them all into the big hole she dug in the ground a few days ago.

Now, after burning the seedling racks gathered together on the ground, and covering the plant ash in the dung water, she doesn't believe that the land can still be poor if the fertilizer is poured on the field.

By the time the tasks at hand were finished, the sky had already completely darkened.

After covering all the ashes, Meng Kejun dragged his tired body and stood up.

"Aunt—aunt—eat—" A crisp voice came from the ground, Meng Kejun looked over, and under the moonlight, Ping'er's small figure was standing there.

"Okay! Go home and eat!" It's okay for Ping'er not to talk about food, but when he said it, Meng Kejun immediately felt extremely hungry.

She twitched her bland mouth a few times. These days, sweet potato porridge and pickled vegetables every day made her mouth look like a bird.

Patting the dirt on his body, he hurriedly walked towards Ping'er.

Back in the yard, the house is already lit.

Huang, who had heard movement in the yard a long time ago, has already stepped over the threshold and stood under the eaves.

"It's my family, Mr. Ke, who has come back!" Although she knew that it was Mr. Meng who came back, asking this question and getting an affirmative answer from Mr. Meng would always make her feel at ease.

"Mother! It's me!" Meng Kejun put down the tools in his hands against the corner of the utility room in the courtyard.

"Hurry up and wash your face, you must be exhausted after this day's work!"

By the well, Mrs. Huang had already filled a basin of cold water, and beside the basin was the towel that Meng Kejun had been using to wipe himself.

"Mom, are you fetching water again? Didn't I let you do this job?" Every time Meng Kejun came home, there would be a basin of water prepared by Mrs. Huang by the well. What should I do?" She knew that Mrs. Huang was pampering herself, but she didn't dare to think about the situation in case.

"My eyesight is fine during the day, and I can still do these jobs!" During the day, her eyes can still have a little blurred vision, but at night it can't, and she is really blind.

After washing his face with cool well water, he felt much more comfortable.

In the room, Dong Jingye had already filled four bowls of sweet potato porridge on the table, and there was still a plate of dried salted radish in the middle of the table.

Even though she wasn't picky about food anymore, Meng Kejun still felt a little unbearable after eating such a non-greasy meal for half a month. Meat, when will she be able to eat meat?

But the Dong family's current situation is not to mention eating meat, she has never even smelled oil foam.

There was no other way, Meng Kejun had no choice but to bite the bullet and pick up the big ceramic bowl in front of him. When could the sweet potatoes in this bowl be replaced with braised pork?
"Braised pork—" I don't know if it's because I want to eat meat too much, and I am crazy about meat, but Meng Kejun actually smelled the smell of braised pork.

"But Miss Jun! Your nose is really sharp!" Qiaohui, holding a small bowl in her hand, had already stood at the door some time ago. The small bowl in her hand was filled with really fragrant braised braised sauce. Meat.

Qiaohui is the daughter of the Wang family next door, Mancang's younger sister, with two long braids, a mischievous face, big black eyes smiling at Meng Kejun.

"Someone from the Xu family is here today. My mother cut two catties of meat to serve them with wine. Even if it's such a hot day, I can't finish a meal. My mother specially asked me to bring a bowl!" The small bowl was put down on the table in the house.

"Oh! So you are a man!" Meng Kejun put down the bowls and chopsticks in his hand, walked to Qiaohui's side and joked. Qiaohui is Mancang's younger sister. This person from Xu's family must be married to Qiaohui today in Kaichun. Xu Tianxiang.

(End of this chapter)