Shuiqing: ...Why does Dajiang sound like someone with social anxiety?
Or is he a happy homebody with social anxiety?
No wonder he was so happy when he planted potatoes, happy when he went up the mountain to gather firewood, happy when he cut grass to feed the rabbits and gathered pig feed to feed the pigs.
But this is good, at least the family's fields and land are being cultivated.
"Well, Qing'er, why don't you try to persuade Dajiang? Life is better now, it would be better for the family to learn a skill to support themselves than to farm." Mother Hu still held onto her old ideas.
I just felt that making a living with my skills wouldn't make me starve, and it was an easy job.
It's better than farming.
Shuiqing was unfazed. "It's alright, Mother. Let them do what they like."
It's impossible for everyone to become a businessman and a rich person, or to study and become an official. The fields and land still need to be cultivated.
Just as Hu's mother was about to offer further advice, Shuiqing changed the subject and asked, "Mother, since you don't need to brew wine anymore, why don't you come back to my place with me for a while?"
Heavy rain and floods usually occur in summer, but summer lasts for several months. I don't know which month it is. My mother is the smallest and thinnest in the family, so I feel more at ease going to her house early.
Hu's mother knew that her daughter was very filial, but said, "Silly child, how can a mother's family stay at her daughter's house for a long time?"
"Mom knows you're worried about the flooding the old village chief mentioned. Don't worry, if the rain gets too heavy, your dad and I will pack our things and stay with you for a few days until the floodwaters recede."
As they were talking, there was another knock on the door. "Mom, I'm back. Open the door."
Ling Ran took a long stride and went over to open the courtyard gate.
Hu Wenhua was carrying a large piece of pork and some pig intestines. He greeted Ling Ran, who opened the door, with a big smile, and then walked quickly toward Shui Qing.
"Sister, why are you here so early? I was just about to clean the pig intestines and deliver them to your house," Hu Wenhua said with a grin.
Shui Qing explained his purpose to him.
Hu Wenhua scratched his head sheepishly.
He had planned to tell his sister after he found it, but he stayed that day and didn't take a break in between.
When he heard that she was worried about her mother and wanted to take her to live with her, he immediately nodded and then advised, "Mother, why don't you go stay at your sister's house? Nowadays, people in the prefectural city are not only worried about the summer rainstorms, but also about the reduction of the power of the princes."
I've noticed our martial arts school director has been sighing a lot these past few days; something seems amiss.
Mrs. Hu couldn't bear to part with a single brick or tile in the house, and she was even more worried about her husband: "We can't interfere with the affairs of those emperors and princes. Your father is still here. If I'm not home, he won't even have a hot meal when he comes back."
Alright, you siblings don't need to worry about it anymore. Mom promises that if it rains or the weather looks bad, I'll pack my things and go to your sister's house, okay?
Last time, my daughter's family was building a house, and she went to help. It's fine for the husband to stay home and take care of himself.
How can we just abandon the head of the household and leave now?
If she stays at home, she can lend a hand to the head of the household if anything happens; otherwise, she wouldn't feel at ease even if she herself is safe and sound.
Seeing that he couldn't persuade his mother, Hu Wenhua exchanged a glance with Shuiqing and whispered a promise: "Sister, if the weather turns bad, I'll hurry back and urge Father and Mother to come to your place!"
With her younger brother's assurance, Shuiqing was finally at ease.
The older generation has a particularly special affection for their home; they would be reluctant to throw away even a broken earthenware pot, and would not leave unless absolutely necessary.
If we wait until the rainstorm to set off, the riverbanks and lakes will rise too quickly, and we might not be able to reach her home!
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