Chapter 102 Blessing
"I'll use my own money to buy the cloth and make it." Mrs. Du said again.
During this period, the copper coins in her hands were the most she had ever seen in her life. Every night before going to bed, she would reach out and touch them to feel real and solid.
In the past, when she opened her eyes, she felt that the sky was still so dark. She didn't dare to think about Daya's marriage, and didn't dare to mention it at all, for fear that her mother-in-law would use Daya's marriage to exchange for money, and getting married would be just jumping from one fire pit into another.
If my luck was even worse and I couldn't give birth to a son, I would end up like her...
Mrs. Du was afraid and powerless.
And now, the clouds have parted and the sun has appeared, and she also wants to reach out and touch the light.
"After we finish planting the rice seedlings, I'll take the children to the city. Tell Daya to pick them for you."
Mrs. Du couldn't help but smile.
"Laugh if you want to. This is home."
Qin Fangci thought that when she made more money in the future, she would build five courtyards on this piece of land.
Each room has its own yard, so they can close the door and live their own lives. She has her own yard, and when Yulan gets married and wants to bring her children back to live, they can live in her yard without having to squeeze with her brothers and nephews.
Imagination is beautiful, but reality requires effort.
Deng Wenyan pinched the seedlings with his fingertips, and the sweat on his forehead dripped into the mud field. He saw how difficult it was to do something simple by himself.
In just a short while, my bent waist began to ache, and my legs soaked in the mud felt cold, wet and slippery. I had to take every step carefully to avoid falling down.
Half an hour later, Pan He finished planting the seedlings in his hands and stood up, rubbing his waist.
"I can't do it anymore. I'm too old and my waist can't bear it anymore. Wenqing, come and give me a hand."
Wenqing is the courtesy name of Deng Wenyan.
"Sir." Deng Wenyan handed the seedlings in his hand to Changquan next to him, and struggled to walk to Pan He.
Pan He put his hand on his arm and said, "Let's go back. My old bones will fall apart if I soak them any longer."
Li Baisong, standing nearby, smiled gently and joked, "Your Excellency is very busy with your duties. It's a blessing for this field to have you stay in the field for so long."
Everyone couldn't help laughing. The eldest and second Li Lao, who wanted to ask for more help, also remembered Deng Wenyan's noble status. How could they really ask the county magistrate to finish planting the rice seedlings for their family?
"Sir, you guys should go to the edge of the field and have a rest. We can do the rest ourselves. Planting rice is tiring and Mr. Pan is old. It would be our fault if we don't tire him out." Li Laoer said some polite words and thought he said them well but was glared at by Pan He.
"Big brother, second brother, third brother, I will send the master and the adults back first."
"Go ahead." The eldest, second and third Li waved their hands together.
Today is not only a blessing for the rice fields, but also a blessing for them. This is enough. They are afraid that if it is too much blessing, they will not be able to bear it.
Li Baisong sent them home and gave them some hot water to wash themselves clean.
Qin Fangci brought over hot chicken soup and said, "Mr. Pan, Mr. Deng, you two young brothers have worked hard. Have some chicken soup to warm your bodies."
They drank the hot chicken soup without hesitation and felt warm.
Pan He put down the bowl and looked at Qin Fangci with a smile, "The place is still the same one I reserved last time. You won't keep me waiting any longer this time, right?"
"Sir, you are generous. We were wrong last time. This time, we will not keep you waiting any longer." Qin Fangci handed over two baskets. "This one contains wild vegetables. I see that both you and me like them. Take them home, blanch them in water, add some seasoning, and mix them together. They will taste great."
"We won't hesitate to order wild vegetables." Pan He pushed back the other basket of dried meat. "No need for this. You guys keep it. I think your newly made pickled bamboo shoots should taste good. Dried meat is hard on my teeth now, so I think some pickled bamboo shoots will do."
"I'll pack it up for you right away. I'll go back home and dry some bamboo shoots to make soybean paste. The dried bamboo shoots are also delicious when stir-fried with twice-cooked pork."
Pan He swallowed hard and said, "With your cooking skills, you should open a restaurant in the county. Then I can take Bo Song over to study and we can eat in the restaurant every day."
The more Pan He thought about it, the more he felt that this was a good idea.
"Then I need to cook a few more dishes. With the few dishes we have, I'm afraid I won't even be able to recoup my investment if I open a restaurant." Qin Fangci shook her head. "My family is farmers. Let's take care of the fields first and try again when there's a chance. If you miss this meal, you can come anytime. When I make more money, I'll buy a car for our family and ask the children to drive it to pick you up."
At least this year Qin Fangci does not plan to open a restaurant in the county town.
We have to wait until the pigs are raised, the vegetables are planted, the grain is harvested, and the people at home gradually adapt to this changing life.
The changes are too fast, they tend to drift, and they need her to urge them on from time to time.
Pan He smacked his lips, feeling it was a pity, but he couldn't force such a thing.
Qin Fangci finally stuffed the meat into the mouth and smiled sincerely, "Sir, your teeth are not good. I will make tofu and send it to you someday. You can try the meat."
Pan He did not refuse again.
After sending a few more people off, Qin Fangci left the house to Mrs. Du and went to the fields with Li Baisong's eldest and second daughters.
Halfway through the journey, they met San Ya who was coming back with Si Ya.
Si Ya was naughty and fell into the rice field. She looked like a clay doll with her face covered in mud, which made people want to laugh.
It's the kind that's both funny and tragic.
"Hey, where did this mud monkey come from?"
"Grandma, wuwu..." Si Ya cried so hard that she hiccupped. Tears rushed down her face, and the mud on her face was washed away in streaks, making her look even more like a tabby cat.
"Don't cry, don't cry, are you scared?"
San Ya said, "Grandma, Si Ya wasn't scared, she was just spanked by Aunt San."
"Oh, your mother took your picture. Come on, grandma will take you back to wash. Bosong, you take Da Ya and Er Ya first."
Qin Fangci walked back holding San Ya in one hand and Siya in the other.
Sanya looked at her grandmother curiously and couldn't help asking, "Grandma, aren't you angry?"
"I'm angry, but what's the point of being angry? When something happens, you have to find a way to solve it. Being angry all the time will only make yourself worse. Grandma is old and wants to live a few more years. I will try not to get angry in the future."
San Ya and Si Ya nodded together, not quite understanding what was going on.
"Si Ya, did you fall into the field on purpose?" Qin Fangci asked again.
Si Ya stepped forward with her short legs and shook her head, "Bug."
"Did you fall because you saw a bug and wanted to catch it?"
Si Ya nodded and said, that’s it.
"Do you feel comfortable being in this muddy state?"
Si Ya stopped crying completely, shook her head and said in a baby voice, "It's fun."
Uncomfortable but fun, that's what being a kid is like.
"Do you want to play next time?"
Si Ya hesitated for a moment and shook her head, "My mother beat me."
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