Chapter 75 Brother Chen Feng is here
This year, Song Chunxue's family planted a total of ten mu of wheat.
Six mu were irrigated flat land, while four mu were on steep hillsides. The wheat stalks were shorter and the ears of wheat were not as long as those on flat land.
But wheat flour is the best.
Although Akita is drought-resistant and has a wide variety of crops, there's no guarantee that one of the varieties will be lucky enough to have a good harvest when the weather is favorable.
The sowing time for each type of grain is different, so the harvest time is also different, and the arrival of rain can make a big difference if it is only half a month apart.
This area is arid and receives little rainfall year-round, so everyone prefers to grow miscellaneous grains in order to better take advantage of the favorable weather and land conditions and harvest more food.
If there are consecutive years of severe drought, there is a possibility of no harvest at all. Therefore, everyone should not only ensure that they have enough food to eat this year, but also store some food to cope with drought years.
But Song Chunxue has already lived once, and she plans to plant more wheat and less miscellaneous grains next year.
And next year she plans to plant more sesame seeds and press more oil.
It took Song Chunxue and Sanwa seven days to finish harvesting the wheat.
The eldest brother, Jiang Yeming, goes to make mud bricks every day. In the summer, the mud dries quickly, and next month he will be able to ram the mud walls and then build the brick house.
After resting at home for a few days, Sanwa continued to go to school.
Busy days always make time fly by.
July has arrived in the blink of an eye. The weather is slightly cooler, but it's still too hot to go to the fields in the afternoon.
The fourth brother slept for an hour and a half. After waking up, he sat on the steps of the west room, lost in thought.
Looking up, I see the golden sunlight shining on the green tiles. Behind the house, white poplar trees rustle in the wind, reaching straight into the deep blue sky. The clear and bright sky makes one feel refreshed and invigorated.
The houses on the west side are cool and shaded from the afternoon sun. The fourth brother made himself a bowl of rice noodles and steamed buns, which he ate with a porcelain spoon. They were sweet and very thirst-quenching.
Song Chunxue's rice flour buns were the sweetest. Back when I was studying at school, besides the rice flour buns made by Grandma Zhang behind the mountain, his mother's were the best.
It's sweet and juicy, doesn't stick to your teeth, and tastes even better than plain steamed buns.
"Slurp slurp~"
The fourth brother was shoveling food into his mouth with his bowl. Jiang Hongying, who was sleeping in the north room, couldn't help but feel envious when she heard the noise. She got up, made herself a bowl, and sat down next to the fourth brother, shoveling food into her mouth as well.
"Slurp slurp~"
Song Chunxue carried a basket of apricots she had picked from the mountain into the house and saw Lao Si and Hongying enjoying a bowl of paomo (pita bread soaked in mutton soup).
She put down her basket, went over and sat with them on the steps of the west room, using her straw hat as a fan.
"Fourth brother, your appetite has increased recently. How many bowls did you eat? Make me a bowl too. You two are eating so deliciously."
The fourth brother stood up, bowl and chopsticks in hand. "I want another bowl of this first one. I feel like I'm still growing. *burp*"
Song Chunxue turned to look at Jiang Hongying, who was heavily pregnant, and said, "You're six months along now, right? Have you thought it through? Do you want to go back or stay here?"
“I’ve thought it through. My husband also mentioned in his letter that I’m willing to stay until I’m more than eight months pregnant before going back. Nobody else would give birth at their parents’ home. Although my mother doesn’t mind, we still have to take the taboos and customs seriously. Let my mother-in-law nag all she wants. I’ll stay here and let them scold me. I can’t hear them anyway.”
At this point, Jiang Hongying lowered her voice and chuckled, "I feel like the child's father's attitude was incredibly nice between the lines, as if he was afraid I wouldn't come back."
That makes sense, and Song Chunxue understands it very well.
Girls who are not favored by their own families often have a hard time after marrying into their husband's family, unless the husband's family is very well-mannered.
It is human nature to bully the weak and fear the strong, and to take advantage of others.
"Mom, I want to eat paomo (pita bread soaked in mutton soup) too, can I have a bowl?"
The eldest brother, Jiang Yeming, came in from outside, scratched his head, sat down next to Song Chunxue, and muttered in dissatisfaction.
"The thatched cave was steaming hot. When I woke up, I heard you eating noisily. It made my mouth water. Neither of us knows how to make rice or steamed buns, and even if we did, they wouldn't taste as good as Mom's."
Song Chunxue saw Jiang Hongying wink at her.
She looked at the eldest brother indifferently and said, "Go to the kitchen and make your own noodles. Next time you want some, bring them to me and I'll scald the noodles for you. You can make them yourself when you get back."
"Alright, I'll just have one bowl." He then turned to Song Chunxue and Jiang Hongying, "You two have some cold noodles. Chen Feng made a lot; I'll get you a piece."
Jiang Hongying glanced at Song Chunxue, "Then you have to ask your Ah Feng first. That was made by someone else. If you take it without permission, and you two have a fight, do you think we should eat it or not?"
Jiang Yeming went to the kitchen. "Then I'll tell her."
"What's there to eat? If you want some, I'll make it for you tomorrow. Chen Feng definitely won't give you any; she's the stingiest person I've ever met. If she's willing to give you even a piece, I'll change my surname." Song Chunxue took the bowl handed to her by the fourth brother and took a delicious sip of the paomo soup. It was so sweet.
"Yeah, I think I'll go tell the boss not to ask anymore, so she won't say anything sarcastic like we've never seen Liangfen before. She's never been nice to talk to."
Jiang Hongying went to the kitchen. Song Chunxue wanted to say something, but Lao Si poked her arm with chopsticks.
He leaned closer and whispered, "Someone's here outside. It looks like Chen Feng's older brother from her maternal family."
Song Chunxue turned to look at the doorway and saw that there seemed to be more than one person there, as well as Li Dazui's voice.
Uncle Li Dazui just passed away not long ago, and he's still visiting people everywhere?
Song Chunxue ignored it, finished eating, took the bowl to the kitchen, rinsed it with water, and turned it upside down on the cupboard.
"Your brother-in-law is here, go outside and see." Song Chunxue looked at the eldest brother, who was squatting on the ground eating paomo (a type of flatbread soup). "Did Chen Feng call him, or is he here to help you build a house?"
The eldest brother looked up at Song Chunxue, but didn't say anything; his expression was rather strange.
Song Chunxue sensed something was wrong. "Did you two fight again?"
“She didn’t want me to come into the yard or eat. When I disagreed, she scratched me,” the old man complained angrily. “My back was scratched raw, and it hurts a lot when I wear clothes and sweat. That woman is too barbaric. She sent someone to tell me that she’s probably here to back her up. Don’t worry about it.”
Song Chunxue scoffed, "You couldn't even handle one of them, and now this guy's taking your side. I don't care, I'll let those two siblings beat you so badly you're hiding under the table, too scared to come out?"
“You act all respectable in front of me, but you turn into a mouse in front of a cat in front of your wife. You’re so useless. What do you think you’ll do in the future? If you really listen to her, you’ll be dead in the ditch sooner or later.”
Thinking of the glory days of the boss in her previous life, Song Chunxue spoke without any politeness.
"They love to take advantage of others, but when they can't, they turn their backs on you. They think they're clever and cunning, but they end up outsmarting themselves. What's the point?"
“Go out and take a look. I’m watching over things. The grain is still in my hands. If her brother hits you today, don’t think I’m blind and deaf as his mother.”
As she spoke, Song Chunxue kicked him, "Go quickly."
The reason the eldest brother was lingering in the kitchen was because he was afraid to go there.
Coward!
Seeing him like this, Song Chunxue was furious.
How could she raise such a son? He's a complete coward in front of outsiders, but he's a master of all 36 stratagems in front of his own mother.
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