Seeing Du Jiang's bewildered look, Auntie Du didn't understand anything. She immediately slapped Du Jiang's back with her palm like a palm leaf fan, causing Du Jiang to stagger. "No way, Du Jiang, you really forgot, didn't Auntie ask you to find out about Li Zhiqing last time? Why didn't you follow up? I was waiting for you to arrange a time for them to meet."
"Ah," Du Jiang was a little dumbfounded. "No, Auntie, didn't I ask about Li Hongjun's situation for you last time and told you about it? Why do I still need to arrange a meeting?"
"Yes, we should do things from beginning to end. Why don't you care about it? You know, it's a pity for lovers to miss each other, not to mention that we are so close to each other," Aunt Du said reasonably, "and being a matchmaker means seeing things through to the end. You should help communicate between the two sides. Don't worry, if it succeeds, you will definitely benefit."
"But...but I'm not a matchmaker," Du Jiang pointed out the problem, covering his face. "Shouldn't you go find a matchmaker for this kind of thing?"
"Aren't you the matchmaker?"
Facing Aunt Du's question, Du Jiang felt like he was talking to a deaf person, and he reiterated with a helpless smile, "Auntie, I'm really not a matchmaker or a matchmaker, and this kind of thing is not something a half-grown child like me can get involved in. If both of you have the same idea, I suggest you find a professional matchmaker or matchmaker to help you get together." Du Jiang broke away from Aunt Du's arm and trotted to catch up with the educated youth who had already walked away.
By the time Du Jiang arrived at the end of the field, the tasks had been almost distributed. There were only two or three people in front of the scorekeeper. Seeing this, she hurriedly trotted forward and said, "Sorry, I'm late."
The scorekeeper waved his hand and said, "It's okay. You're probably being pestered by that woman from the Du family. Aunt Cui just came over and told me about it. It's just right that you should go to the pigpen at the east end of the village and clean it."
Uh, cleaning the pigpen. This task sounds interesting. Unfortunately, everyone else has already left, and Du Jiang has no way to change. He can only resign himself to his fate and walk towards the east end of the village.
The person in charge of the pigpen is Aunt Du's husband, Uncle Du. The burden of life has long made the face of this thin old man full of wrinkles of time.
"Uncle Du"
"It's Du Jiang. The shovel is against the wall in the pigpen. You can see it when you walk over." Uncle Du was carrying a backpack on his back and holding a sickle in one hand. He seemed to be going to the mountain to collect grass for pigs. He was not surprised or surprised at Du Jiang's arrival. "My old woman said you would come here to clean the pigpen today, and she really came true." After saying that, he ignored Du Jiang's surprise and walked towards the end of the village with the backpack on his back.
Du Jiang was left standing alone in the pigpen, confused and bewildered.
Finally, it was the grunting of the two pigs in the pigsty that brought her back to her senses. Looking at the smelly pig manure all over the floor, Du Jiang vomited. Well, although she knew that slaughtering pigs during the New Year was a good thing, the smell was really strong, and Du Jiang almost vomited out her breakfast.
“Ugh~”
This damn pig manure, why is it so hard to poop?
Du Jiang was full of resentment, but she had to do it. When she had cleared out half of the pigpen with great effort, Uncle Du finally came back from the mountain. Looking at the full basket of pig feed, Du Jiang breathed a sigh of relief. Now the two pigs wouldn't have to grunt anymore.
"You must be tired. You take a break first. I'll feed the pigs." Uncle Du approached the pigpen first with a basket on his back. He nodded with satisfaction at Du Jiang's progress. "I'll lead the pigs over here and you can clean up over there. As for the pig manure, someone will come and take it to the fields for composting. I'm afraid our village will be filled with the smell these days."
Unlike Uncle Du's cheerful smile, Du Jiang couldn't help but twitch his lips a few times when he thought of the fragrant village. "Really? That's good, that's good."
"Right, doesn't growing crops rely on this little fertilizer? Even though the fertilizer from these two pigs is not enough, we still have a manure pit. The crops will surely grow well next year."
Looking at Uncle Du, whose eyes were shining as if he had already imagined the grand harvest scene, Du Jiang nodded with difficulty, "Yes, yes."
"No wonder your aunt said you're the best kid, you're so smart. Our village is Dujia Village, and your last name is Du too. Maybe we were relatives in the past." Uncle Du said without delay. After all, the pigs in the pen had already smelled the pig grass and were snorting at the fence, nudging it with their noses from time to time. "You rest for a while, I'll go mix the pig feed."
Du Jiang watched Uncle Du walk into the thatched hut nearby before she withdrew her gaze. She raised her sleeve and sniffed. She didn't know if it was because she was in the pigpen or if her clothes had been contaminated by the smell, but there was a stench of pig manure.
Du Jiang curled his lips in disdain, resignedly walked to the door, picked up a large broom and began to sweep the yard, muttering as he swept, "This pig lives almost as well as a human, and even has a yard and a room, and there's a lock on the door. Humans really can't compare to pigs."
I worked with resentment, muttering to myself as I went along. Anyway, I talked a lot and did a lot of work.
When Uncle Du came out carrying a wooden barrel full of pig feed, Du Jiang had almost finished cleaning the yard. Uncle Du was very satisfied with Du Jiang's work, "Come, Du Jiang, uncle will teach you how to feed the pigs."
Hearing this, Du Jiang put down the broom in his hand and walked forward, watching Uncle Du scoop the pig food into the stone trough with a ladle made of a wooden gourd, while shouting, "La la la ~ la la la ~ la la la ~", repeating this pronunciation in his mouth over and over again.
When half of the food was left, he handed the wooden ladle to Du Jiang without hesitation, "Try it."
Du Jiang glanced at Uncle Du, and then Mu Ladle imitated him and poured the remaining half bucket of pig feed into the stone trough. Facing the two pigs grunting as they ate, Uncle Du praised them with satisfaction, "You are really good, girl. You are a good worker. No wonder your aunt often praises you. Okay, from now on, this pig farming job will be yours. It just so happens that I don't want to do this. I only have five or six centimeters to stay here every day."
What does that mean? Du Jiang looked up at Uncle Du blankly, a question mark on her face. Unfortunately, the other party didn't give her the chance to speak. After a lot of chatter, he patted his butt and left.
After they left, Du Jiang was completely bewildered, looking at the keys in her hand and then at the back of Uncle Du, who was walking around in a very arrogant and cheerful mood. She didn't know whether it was because the sun was too hot or the smell of the pigpen was too strong. She only felt darkness in front of her eyes. No way, it was not what she understood. Was she really going to be tied up by these two pigs?
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