first-class pretty peasant woman

Chapter 51
A wave of colorless and invisible rice fragrance, accompanied by the disappearance of light smoke, gradually floats into the heart and spleen of everyone and every creature, making people want to stop.

That taste is exquisite.

Sitting in her yard, Jinxiu was cutting the strips with a knife, while softly singing her favorite ancient tune from her previous life.In this ancient and mysterious village, it seems particularly remote and long.

Qin Dayong was bending bamboo tubes and cypress tree trunks in front of the fire, dripping with sweat and extremely hot.On the one hand, listening to the gentle tune of the sweetheart like a clear spring, it seems that the dry soul has received the most comfortable nourishment and is extremely cool.

For the first time, he heard the lady singing.

For the first time, he knew that the lady could sing.

For the first time, he realized that a woman is like a fairy who has fallen into the mundane world by mistake, and he, like the darling favored by God, married such a smart, kind, lovely and beautiful woman.

He thought that he had to study harder.The lady seems to know a lot. Although he cares about her, she is also devoted to this family.But he thinks, it's better not to be too far behind, otherwise, if one day God thinks that he is not worthy of a wife, what if the red thread is torn off?

The lady's Qingmei singing continued to float in my ears, and the whole family was busy and playing while they were busy.

In the wind and water town, the fragrance of vines and roses surrounds the beams.

The melodious chords of silk and bamboo fall asleep.

Who is humming the past of the ancient town.

The elegance of thousands of years has been forgotten.

The long stone steps swayed slightly.

The mottled wall is engraved with yesterday's wound.

Who is watching the swallows pecking at the small window.

The branches are the lingering fragrance of summer.

Yu Xiangyou sits on the bridge.

A piece of embroidery that turned yellow yesterday.

Pick a needle and lead the thread to stop time.

Let it fly by and the shade remains the same.

At that time, you had a green shirt and a red skirt with colorful embroidery.

At that time, you once embroidered beautiful brocade in front of the window under the moon.

At that time, the boy's hair was no longer white.

into the noisy streets.

The wind blows willows, silk and bamboo softly, and the flowers fill the sleeves.

At night, the lights are lit and the red candles are embroidered in front of the window.

The noisy streets have left the old days waiting.

The gentle dream of the water town is as old as ever.

In the wind and water town, the fragrance of vines and roses surrounds the beams.

The melodious chords of silk and bamboo fall asleep.

Who is humming the past of the ancient town.

The elegance of thousands of years has been forgotten.

The long steps on the stone steps swayed.

The mottled wall is half plain.

Who is watching the water sleeves on the balcony.

The town's past memories are yellowing.

At that time, you had a green shirt and a red skirt with colorful embroidery.

At that time, you once embroidered beautiful brocade in front of the window under the moon.

At that time, the boy's hair was no longer white.

into the noisy streets.

The wind blows willows, silk and bamboo softly, and the flowers fill the sleeves.

At night, the lights are lit and the red candles are embroidered in front of the window.

The noisy streets have left the old days waiting.

The gentle dream of the water town is as old as ever.

Three beeps of strings, street lamps, blurred figures and vast expanse of people.

There are two lines of poems, under the moon, the water flows on the bank of the window.

What it used to be is now forgotten.

Watch the people coming and going in the town.

The wind gently blows the water to shake the bridgehead and people are bustling.

The melodious lyrics have been forgotten. People under the bridge look at each other.

The noisy streets warm up the old thoughts.

The lingering fragrance of summer in the fold memory.

Jinxiu's singing is as gentle as a slowly flowing stream, soaking every inch of the surrounding area.

But she couldn't let the anger in Wang's heart go down for a bit, on the contrary, the teasing became more and more hot.

After eating dinner, taking a shower, and changing into clean clothes, Mrs. Wang forced her old man to stride out of Qin Dayong and Jinxiu's house.As soon as he arrived at the place, he heard Jinxiu's singing coming from the fence, the voice was indescribably beautiful.Even Qin Zhiyuan felt it, and couldn't bear to go in and disturb him.

"Old woman, forget it, we are the ones who treated Dayong and his wife badly after all."

"Fart! My mother raised him so much and married him a wife. How did I treat him badly? As for him, I couldn't even give birth to a grandson. Can I blame my mother for breaking up the family? The nest lost money It doesn’t cost money to raise the goods? The grain and hard-earned money I worked so hard to spend are for my grandson, not for those who lose money! My mother raised him Well, it’s fine if he doesn’t take money to take care of his wife. There are useful tools for work, but he doesn’t know how to give his wife one. It must be that little bitch Su Jinxiu, she must have instigated my bravery into what it is now. See if I don't teach that bitch a lesson today."

After finishing talking, Qin Zhiyuan drooped his ears and didn't want to listen any more.He knew that it was not so easy to reverse the decision made by his wife, and at this moment, he might not have a fight.

After finishing speaking, regardless of Qin Zhiyuan's reaction, Mrs. Wang picked up a thin strip from nowhere, broke through the gate of the courtyard and went straight in.

"Su Jinxiu, you little bastard, let's see if I don't beat you to death today!" As soon as she entered the yard, Jinxiu sat in the middle of the yard with her head down and worked, her singing had stopped.Her mouth was dry when she sang, so she simply stopped and cut the strips seriously.

Unexpectedly, Mrs. Wang rushed in suddenly, so startled that she suddenly raised her head, and the note in Mrs. Wang's hand greeted her.She just felt that she swept the bamboo strip in her hand across the air and strangled Wang Shi's neck, and the only sound left in the yard was Wang Shi's screaming.It's like killing a pig, it's extremely stern and tragic.

"what--"

Scared by her shrill cry, Jinxiu hastily dropped the strip in her hand, ran behind Qin Dayong, and hid.She really didn't mean it, she just waved the strip in her hand because she was afraid of being hit by that stick.

Unexpectedly, the sharp edge of the strip just brushed against Wang's neck, and she just pulled it hard, and the edge of the strip cut through Wang's neck, which was so painful that it frightened Wang almost to death.

Qin Dayong was also frightened, and hastily leaned towards Wang while carefully protecting his wife.

"Mom, how are you doing?"

Qin Zhiyuan took a step ahead of him, put his arms around his wife, and examined her carefully.Seeing that there was nothing serious, he felt overwhelmed, with a face as dark as the bottom of a pot, staring at Qin Dayong and Su Jinxiu.

"The second child, even if your mother is not, you can't take her life. Anyway, she is also your mother, isn't she?"

"Yes, I'm sorry, I, I didn't mean it either. I, I'm going to pick some herbs to stop the bleeding." After speaking, Jinxiu ran away with red eyes.She remembered her father had taught her that Artemisia annua can be used to stop bleeding.In this rural area, there is nothing else, but there are too many bitter wormwood.

(End of this chapter)