Crossing Over I Became a Married Peasant Woman

Latest website: She was in a good mood and led the little white horse back, and then continued to work on the things at hand. Zhou Chengcheng was chopping firewood in the yard, and he would go to the mountains to chop some firewood at dusk and come back. In the past few days, mornings and evenings have become cooler, and more villagers are chopping firewood on the nearby mountains. Usually, some children go to pick them up.

The winter in Liaodong is cold if you say it is cold. If you don’t store firewood earlier, you will have to freeze after two or three months of snow. The kang has to be burned for a whole winter, and it takes several months. The hard-working people prepare it early.

Their children are lucky and happy. They go to school in neat clothes every day. They don't have to be like children in the village. They have to do housework at a young age. To go down. Therefore, they have become the envy of the children of the whole village not long after their arrival.

Zhang Xintang knew them on the first day, and now he goes in and out with several brothers every day. He thinks they are so interesting that he even winks at the penalty stand, and he is not afraid of being discovered by the master.

"Zhou Yong, your eyes are cramping? Do you want me to treat you?" Master Zhang's voice came out, making Zhou Yong's scalp tighten.

"Hehe, thank you Master, no need, the sand is already in your eyes, hehe."

The whole class was giggling.

Hu Zi covered his face, feeling embarrassed to stand with him, and he didn't even look at him.

Everyone turned in their homework today, except Hu Zi and Zhou Yong. He felt that his brother was the most annoying thing, and he didn't say anything after finishing his homework. Obviously, he picked up the pen together and put it down together the night before.

Brothers: write at the same time, put down at the same time, who knows they haven't finished...

Usually after school they have to wait for a while before they are willing to go back, but today they flashed so quickly that Zhang Xintang was stunned.

The first time I got home, I was sent by my father to do my homework first.

Forget it, you can play with peace of mind if you write it earlier, but you can't be punished to stand like a big brother and a tiger, it's too embarrassing.

Zhou Yong and Hu Zi are suffering, and they have to make up for what they didn't finish the day before.

As a result, the three of them finished writing in three or two and ran to beg Zhou Cheng. Each of them rode two laps of the little white horse back, and they were still writing big characters bitterly. Listening to the laughter outside the house is too torturous.

Huzi is even more pitiful. He has only just gone to school for a few days, and he has only learned to hold the pen. When Zhou Yong saw his words, he immediately smiled, and he didn't feel that the sound outside was harsh.

When Huzi put down his pen, he was dumbfounded, "Have you finished writing?"

"I don't know a few words in total. How long does it take to write? You take care, I'll go!" Hu Zi patted him on the shoulder and ran away.

Zhou Yong bit the pen holder, his brows could be filled with flies, and he continued to write his story with bitterness and resentment.

He didn't finish writing until his mother called for dinner.

Hey, I don't know if Dad will teach again after eating, it's not delicious to eat, he is too difficult...

He didn't learn to walk until his younger brothers learned to run the next day. One step was late, and he wanted to ride two more laps, but these guys didn't agree! Euphemistically call it fair! Then they all rode yesterday, and he didn't even have it. He just touched his hands a few times and got addicted to it. How does this count?

Brothers: Do you blame us for not finishing your homework?

Zhou Yong: I don't want my brothers anymore...

They don't even know that their mother can trot on horseback!

Pei Xiu was busy for several days before she remembered that she hadn't prepared vegetables for winter, and she never thought about it. When she first came through last year, the original owner had already prepared everything, the pickles were well-pickled, and there were radishes and cabbage stored in the cellar. She was only worried that the clothes and quilts were not warm enough.

She hadn't prepared it yet, so she couldn't remember it. Today, I went to Aunt Zhang to buy eggs and listened to them discussing how many pickles they had pickled before she realized that she had missed this and didn't do it.

This is terrible. She doesn't know how to pickle pickles. She was worried all the way back. Everyone in the village is self-sufficient and doesn't know if there is any extra to sell to her. She doesn't know how to pickle, she can also use it to dry the vegetables, it won't go bad, and it's another taste to eat some meat and fry it.

After thinking about it for a long time, she remembered that this Zhuangzi has 20 acres of land, which is used to grow fruits and vegetables for the concubine Shizi. After the prince wants to come over, there is no need to send it to their house. Is there any leftovers on the Changgong side? a lot?

In the evening, Pei Xiu mentioned some things to Zhou Cheng and asked him to ask him tomorrow.

Not long after Zhou Cheng went out the next day, he and the three long-term workers pushed several carts of vegetables back. Now, she can rest assured that she no longer has to worry about running out of vegetables in winter.

"Fortunately, I went one step earlier, otherwise these dishes would have been marinated by them in two days." Zhou Cheng said as he moved.

Changgong Laifu said: "Since the government said that there is no need for supplies, let us listen to the arrangements of Lord Wednesday, and Lord Wednesday said that he has nothing to do now, and the land in the village can be planted at will before we start the spring. I have the guts to take back all the vegetables in the field, and I can sell some other things. These vegetables were planted by Zhuangtou before, and we didn’t dare to sell them, so we could only pick them up and eat them.”

The long-term worker Agui also said: "Yes, but the amount of these vegetables is too much, and our mother-in-law has marinated them for several days. Fortunately, Lord Wednesday came a step earlier, otherwise my mother-in-law would have marinated all these in the past two days. .It's too much pickled and we can't finish it, and we don't dare to sell it, and we're afraid of spoiling it when we put it away, but we're worried about it."

Another long-term worker, Ah Sheng, also said: "Usually we pick a few baskets of fresh ones every day and send them to the house~www.readwn.com~ and then re-sow the seeds, but now I haven't sent them for a long time, and they have grown a lot. It’s too much to take away all at once.”

Changgong Laifu added: "So, my wife doesn't need to buy it. Originally, you had to deal with all of this. Before, I heard from Lord Zhou that we should arrange the land ourselves, so we all pick it up. My wife is afraid that I won't be able to eat it. When it's over, let me bring you a few jars of pickles, radishes and pickled cucumbers."

"Why are you so embarrassed, you can keep it and eat it slowly, and you won't let it go bad. You have already sent enough." No merit and no reward, these fresh vegetables can be taken for nothing. Take the time to marinate it well and bring it back.

"It doesn't matter, we are really pickling too much. We usually pick the good ones to send to the house, and we eat or pickle some of the unbeautiful ones ourselves. It's really too much. It's not worth much, so my wife will take it. Let's go." Chang Gong Asheng said sincerely.

Seeing that she refused, Pei Xiu accepted them all, but she paid them the money from the jar. They didn't need money for the dishes, but they also paid for the jar, and the money should be given. They looked at each other and accepted it. When they went back, they couldn't help but praise her. They felt that the husband and wife on Wednesday were good people. They lent them 20 acres of land to plant in the spring, and the small money from a few jars was also counted for him. .