Chapter 21

Zhou Huaian nodded, got out of bed, put on his shoes, walked to the door, unbolted the door and opened it. He looked at the dark yard, hesitated for a while, went back to the bed, stretched out a finger and poked Yang Chunyan who was sleeping, "Wife, do you want to go to the toilet? I'll go with you."

Yang Chunyan didn't even bother to look at him, "No, I went before I returned to the house."

"Oh, you clearly know what I mean." Zhou Huaian said, seeing that Yang Chunyan didn't respond, he smiled and said, "Wife, I've agreed to split it 28, so just accompany me for a while!"

Yang Chunyan sat up, put on her coat, and looked at him weakly, "Please come earlier next time. I'm tired after a whole day. I can fall asleep while standing."

"Okay, I'll come earlier next time." Zhou Huaian picked up the shoes in front of the bed and said, "Wife, put them on."

Yang Chunyan took it and put it on, yawning, followed Zhou Huaian to the backyard and stood under the plum tree.

After a while, the buzzing sound of mosquitoes could be heard in my ears, as well as the sound of Zhou Huaian slapping mosquitoes and cursing.

Yang Chunyan moved back and forth to avoid being bitten by mosquitoes.

Suddenly I remembered that I had watched a short video posted by Doctor Wang and learned how to make mosquito coils from him. I thought that when I have time, I would pick some mugwort, wild chrysanthemum, and mint and make some.

After a while, Zhou Huaian came out of the toilet holding a kerosene lamp in one hand and scratching his butt with the other hand. "Ouch! The damn mosquitoes are so annoying. I squatted for a while and got several big bites on my butt."

Yang Chunyan glanced at him and said, "Why don't you come during the day next time?"

Zhou Huaian held up the kerosene lamp and said with an apologetic smile: "I don't want to come until dark. It's just that I have three urgent needs, and I can't control it!"

Yang Chunyan didn't say anything. She waited for him to pour water and wash his hands. She stood by and waited for him to wash. Then they went back to the room together. Yang Chunyan said, "Kill the mosquitoes." Then she climbed onto the bed and fell asleep.

Zhou Huaian picked up his clothes to drive the mosquitoes out of the mosquito net, put down the double happiness brass net hook, sat on the bed, looked at Yang Chunyan who was wrapped in a thin blanket, his heart was a little hot, and he moved closer, "Yan'er, my wife..."

Yang Chunyan growled impatiently, "Shut up and go to sleep."

Zhou Huaian approached again with a playful smile, "Wife, it's so early..."

"It's getting late, Zhou Huaian." Yang Chunyan simply sat up and looked at him, "I told you I'm very tired, can you let me sleep peacefully?"

Zhou Huaian smiled and reached out to hug her, "Yan'er, we were so tired during those days of planting rice seedlings, didn't we..."

Yang Chunyan turned around and pushed him away. "Zhou Huaian, can you not only care about yourself, but also think about others? We have been married for half a year, and during this time I feel that you are like a child who has not grown up.

He is selfish and willful, doesn't care about his family's feelings, doesn't have the responsibility a man should have, and only thinks about the present and not the future..."

Zhou Huaian's face turned red and white, like a dyeing factory, and he said unhappily: "Stop talking, don't you just dislike me? And you say such nice things in front of my mother."

Yang Chunyan calmly looked at him as he became angry and embarrassed, "So you heard everything?"

Yang Chunyan's calm gaze made Zhou Huaian feel as if he had nowhere to hide. He wished a hole would appear in front of him so he could crawl into it and hide there immediately.

He turned his head and blew out the oil lamp, then dragged the pillow over and lay down opposite him.

After Yang Chunyan lay down, she thought of Zhou Huaian, who suffered from the second-year syndrome from time to time, and suddenly a feeling of powerlessness came over her heart. Why did God let her be reborn?

Is it because of the words Zhou Huaian left after drinking the pesticide: Yan'er, I'm sorry! If there is a next life, I will definitely treat you well and not let you suffer so much!

If this is true, why doesn't God let Zhou Huaian start over?

Zhou Huaian lay there, his ears constantly echoing Yang Chunyan's words. Thinking of his sweet-smelling young wife who didn't want to be with him, he pulled the quilt over his head in annoyance...

The next day, Yang Chunyan sat up at dawn. It was Yang Chunyan and Li Qiuyue's turn to cook this morning.

He looked at Zhou Huaian who was lying outside with his arms and legs spread out, then got out of bed and put on his clothes.

Zhou Huaian was awakened by a rustling sound. Seeing that Yang Chunyan had already gotten up, he pulled a thin quilt over her body and wanted to continue sleeping.

Yang Chunyan put on her clothes, hung up the mosquito net, and pulled away the quilt that Zhou Huaian was wrapped in. "You're up now, don't you want to make money?"

Zhou Huaian covered his ears and said in a muffled voice: "Don't make any noise, I'll come find you when I wake up."

You woke up to look for me. Do you think you know the location of your phone? You can't even find a good excuse to lie.

Yang Chunyan looked at him and held up three fingers. "I'll count to three. If you don't get up, I'll bring you a basin of water. One, two..."

Zhou Huaian turned over and sat up, looking at her unhappily, "Tigress, you make life difficult for me at night, and you don't make life difficult for me in the morning either."

Yang Chunyan glanced at the unsatisfied Zhou Huaian, threw his clothes to him, and said, "If you want to make money, do it quickly." Then she walked towards the door.

"Alas! Money, money, money, life is connected!" Zhou Huaian thought of his pocket, sighed, picked up his clothes, squinted his eyes and started in slow motion...

Yang Chunyan opened the door and went to the toilet first. When she came back to fetch water from the well to wash herself, she saw Zhou Huaian yawning and squatting at the door of the room.

I didn't care about him. I washed up and went straight to the kitchen.

The sorghum rice had been soaked in an earthenware basin last night. Yang Chunyan took a gourd ladle, scooped water and scrubbed the pot, then scooped a few more scoops of water into the pot, scooped two bowls of rice from the rice jar, poured them into the earthenware basin and washed the sorghum rice before pouring them into the pot.

Li Qiuyue walked into the kitchen: "Chunyan, what do you want to eat in the morning?"

Yang Chunyan thought for a moment and said, "Boil a pot of potatoes, make some potato paste, and then wash and blanch the sweet potato tips I picked yesterday and mix them with water. What do you think?"

"Okay, I'll go wash the potatoes and cut some green onions." Li Qiuyue took two steps, thought about it, and turned back to look at her with a smile, "Why are you up so early, youngest?"

Yang Chunyan smiled bitterly and said, "Third sister-in-law, you know Huai'an hasn't saved a penny in these years. I wanted to go dig some herbs for some pocket money, and he said he would go with me."

Li Qiuyue glanced at her and was also a little moved. She hesitated and said, "I should accompany you."

She turned her head and curled her lips, thinking that Yang Chunyan was suffering for being too vain.

She would rather believe that the youngest brother would take the initiative to help dig herbs than to believe that the sun rose from the west today.

Yang Chunyan added some firewood to the stove, went out and saw Zhou Huaian sitting on a straw stool against the wall, and said to him, "Go and help me watch the fire in the stove."

Zhou Huaian didn't answer either. He stood up slowly and went to the kitchen.

Yang Chunyan cleaned the sweet potato tips, picked a handful of chili peppers and a handful of coriander, and took a few green onions from Li Qiuyue and returned to the kitchen.

When Zhou Huaian saw her come back, he snorted at her and left, wanting her to understand that he was still angry.

Childish! Yang Chunyan glanced at him and went to the stove.

(End of this chapter)