Father's Farmer's Wife: Farming Makes a Fortune

Chapter 13 Floating Corpses by the River
After breakfast, the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law were in high spirits, and they had already put aside the matter of being kicked out of the house. You bring a machete and I carry an axe, and they have to go to the mountains to cut down big trees to build a house.

Master Qi looked at the recklessness of the two of them, couldn't help shaking his head, and stopped them: "What are you doing!"

The old lady Zhuang who was stopped turned around and stared at him with some displeasure, "Of course I went up the mountain to cut wood! Do you think I'm like going down the river to catch fish?"

Master Qi rolled his eyes angrily: "Come back, come back quickly! Mess up!"

Seeing that the old man had something to say, Nanmenyue dragged the reluctant old lady Zhuang back.

Seeing them approaching, Mr. Qi began to preach earnestly: "With the strength of the two of you alone, if you cut down enough wood to build a house, summer will come." They thought that logging was as easy as working in the fields.

Nanmenyue heard that what the old man said made sense, so she waited for his next words.

Mrs. Zhuang is not convinced anymore, she wants to argue with the old man with her hips crossed at any time, this old man is too much, isn't this clearly discriminating against women like them!
"I went to this mountain to cut wood before. I remember that there is a bamboo forest on the bank of this river. You can look for it along the upper reaches."

Bamboo is easy to cut, and it is not as laborious to carry as wood. The disadvantage is that the house built is not durable.But in the current situation, living in a bamboo house is already very good.

Nanmenyue heard the old man talk about the bamboo forest, so she also wanted to go with him.According to the craftsmanship of the old man, it is absolutely no problem to live in the bamboo house built for three to five years.

"Father, we'll listen to you. Let's cut bamboo." Nanmen Yue agreed.Mrs. Zhuang naturally had no objection, and followed her with a machete.

Qi Yinger frantically followed behind and wanted to go together, but was driven back by Nanmenyue, and asked him to take good care of Grandpa at home, and if she ran away, she would hang him on a tree when she came back.

Qi Ying'er was afraid that his mother would be angry, so he nodded obediently, and stood there aggrieved, watching Nanmenyue and Mrs. Zhuang go further and further away.

The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law walked straight along the river bank. Nanmenyue opened the way ahead with a machete, and a small path was opened wherever they passed.

After bypassing a mountain bend, we saw a verdant bamboo forest.The mountain wind blows through the bamboo forest and makes a rustling sound, as if the bamboos are whispering among themselves.

The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law rested on the spot for a while, and then began to tighten their belts and act recklessly.

Bamboo is fragile with a knife, which can chop off a bamboo in two or three strokes. The Nanmen Yueshou ax is responsible for chopping the bamboo head, and Mrs. Zhuang holds the machete to harvest the bamboo tail.

The two of them divided the labor and cooperated, and cut a large bundle in a short while.Mrs. Zhuang picked a thin bamboo, cut it into bamboo strips, divided the cut bamboo strips into ends, and tied them up.

After the old lady Zhuang tied up the bamboo, she straddled it to rest for a while, and when she calmed down, she vaguely heard the sound of someone crying and mourning, which seemed to be a man.

"Daughter-in-law, listen, and hear if someone is mourning in this mountain." In this barren mountain, listening to this cry is really penetrating.

Nanmenyue ignored her and continued busy chopping bamboo. This deep mountain and wild forest is suitable for burying dead people. It is normal to hear people crying in mourning occasionally.

Mrs. Zhuang made fun of herself and continued to work after a break.

The two of them worked hard and didn't stop until the sun was shining.There are five bundles of freshly cut bamboo, more than enough to build a house.

Although bamboo is not as heavy as wood, but there are so many, how to transport it back is also difficult. The two of them can only carry one bundle at a time, and running back and forth is exhausting.

Nanmenyue frowned and thought, seeing the bamboo strips scattered all over the ground, she came up with an idea, she took one and tied it to the middle of one of the bamboos, and called the old woman to carry it into the river with her.

The bamboo floats, and they just live downstream, so they can let the bamboo flow down the river, tie them together with bamboo strips, and hold them, so they won't be afraid of being washed away.

Mrs. Zhuang admired Nanmenyue's wisdom very much.If Zheng Ang is still alive, marrying such a daughter-in-law must be prosperous, hardworking, filial, and smart.

After the bamboo was tied firmly, Nanmenyue took one of the bamboo strips, and she walked the bamboo along the gentle current.

Mrs. Zhuang packed up the props and was about to leave, but she suddenly screamed. She pointed at the river, too frightened to speak.

Nanmenyue turned her head and looked in the direction she pointed, only to see a corpse going down the river, stumbling over the bamboo tail.Although Nanmenyue was also frightened by the sudden arrival, saving lives was the most important thing. She pulled the bamboo sticks to the shore.

The corpse's clothes were caught by the bamboo tail, and it also floated to the bank. Only then did they see that the body in the river turned out to be the third child of the Yu family.

Nanmenyue handed the bamboo strips to the old woman, went down to the river and hugged him to the shore, lying on her chest, she could hear a weak heartbeat, and she didn't die, so she hurriedly performed chest compressions for the third child.

After emptying the river water in her stomach, Nanmenyue twisted Yu Laosan's nose to breathe mouth to mouth, but was stopped by Mrs. Zhuang.

"I'll come, I'll come, it's not suitable for you to be Zhengang's wife, and I'm also Yu's third half-mother, so I'll come."

Mrs. Zhuang pushed Nanmenyue away as she said, and then did as Nanmenyue taught.

The third brother Yu is a cripple and begs for a wife, but Nanmenyue is still a young girl, how can the third child take advantage of it.

After being fed a few breaths, Yu Laosan woke up slowly with a gulp. Seeing Mrs. Zhuang's face, he was in a trance for a moment: "Ma'am!" He called out, thinking he was hallucinating.

Mrs. Zhuang was excited when she saw the third child miraculously come back to life. She slapped the third child on the back of the head and began to lecture, "You unfilial son dare to seek death, who will take care of your old mother in the future!"

Youngest Yu lowered his head, and after a long silence, he slowly opened his mouth, "My mother, she passed away last night."

Last night, Mrs. Zhou took it out on Qi because her house was set on fire. The old woman who had been hungry all day in the firewood room came out to beg for food, but Mrs. Zhou pushed her against the wall, and then she started to vomit. Without a drop of water, I died in the middle of the night.

Mrs. Zhuang couldn't speak, so she could only sigh and shake her head. She was married here in the same village as Yu Laosan's mother. At that time, Yu Laosan hadn't slaughtered a pig, and life at home was hard. The mother is angry.

Yu Laosan's leg was injured in those few years, and the root of the disease fell because he had no money for medical treatment.

"Don't be sad, your mother is also relieved. Don't have the idea of ​​suicide anymore, life will be better when you live."

Old Mr. Yu nodded his head heavily, as he agreed to Mrs. Zhuang's words. He is a person who came back from the gate of hell. He has experienced the pain of death, and he never dared to seek death rashly again.

But the old lady left, and he had no intention of going home again. The world is so big, what should he do.

There was no need for him to go back to that home.

(End of this chapter)