The three disliked young men from the three villages were left behind and exchanged some inappropriate words with each other.
This large warehouse is a four-bay blue brick and wooden board house. It was originally the residence of the village landlord. Later it was confiscated and used as a production team warehouse. Every year when the grain is harvested, it must be cleaned and repaired, waiting for the grain to be stored in the warehouse after the public grain payment.
In addition, there are more than a dozen warehouses of various sizes, some of which store grain and seeds, and some of which store farm tools, sacks, firewood, straw, etc.
After the large warehouse was cleaned, one or two people were assigned to each of the remaining small granaries to do the work, and they could go home after cleaning.
The villagers were familiar with this matter, so it didn't take much effort to do it. Soon, most of them had left.
Of course, except Jiang Henian.
She stood in front of a small warehouse in the corner that looked like a cannon barrel.
I pushed open the thick and heavy wooden door with both hands, and was choked by the stuffy dust inside. The door was filled with dry straw that had not been used before, and the air was filled with stagnant dust.
Jiang Henian tightly covered his mouth and nose with a towel and tied it behind his head. After taking a deep breath outside, he held his breath and went in to sweep for a short while before escaping.
"Ahem... this is too... ahem..."
"Help! Are there rats making a nest in here?"
When Jiang Henian thought of the rustling noise inside, he felt goosebumps all over his body and quickly took a few steps away.
She even endured going to the fields to cut grass and feed pigs!
Mouse, this is really not possible, woooo, mom, I want to go home woooo...
Jiang He Nianshuang pulled off the towel like pulling off a cabbage, revealing a sad face. He swallowed his dry and itchy throat, reached behind him, and touched nothing.
"Huh? Where's my pot?"
Jiang Henian turned around and searched the ground for a while before he remembered that he had forgotten to take the kettle because he was so angry with those gossiping scoundrels.
I can only go back and get it.
She turned and pointed at the open warehouse door, muttering in a bluffing manner:
"I'm warning you, leave now before I come back! Otherwise I'll kill you with rat poison!!"
After a unilateral and "strong" negotiation, Jiang Henian pounded his sore shoulders and turned around to see Jiang Xiaobao running towards him with a huge grasshopper in his hand and laughing.
He had an old army green kettle hanging diagonally from his body, almost dragging on the ground.
That's clearly her kettle!
There was a crooked little yellow cloth flower wrapped around the belt, which she had sewn for fun using the needle and thread and scraps of cloth left by the original owner.
Jiang Henian ran over and stopped him, holding out his hand: "Give me back the kettle."
Jiang Xiaobao's face puffed up, and he turned around and covered his face with his hands, "I won't! This is for me to play with!"
Damn Jiang Yanqiu!
Jiang Henian's throat was so dry that it was smoking. He was too lazy to argue with the brat and decided to solve the problem with force.
She can’t handle this little brat who’s not even as tall as her legs?
He grabbed the back of his collar and took the kettle off. "Who told you to come here to play? Go back!"
"I won't!"
The little bully of the Jiang family had suffered many setbacks at the hands of Jiang Henian. At this moment, he clenched his fleshy fists, stared with his eyes, tilted his head back and breathed out through his nostrils.
Jiang Henian pretended to hit him on the head with a kettle, so he covered his head and ran away noisily.
Annoying little brat!
Jiang Henian unscrewed the lid, squinted his eyes and peeked inside. Not seeing any foreign creatures like grasshoppers or insects, he held the kettle and tilted his head back to drink the water.
Suddenly, I felt a gentle tug on my leg.
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