Chapter 58

There is nothing new in a small place. Painting the walls of your own house can attract people.

Sister Yang came to visit with a bunch of freshly picked green vegetables from her yard as a gift: "Old Zhao said your house was newly painted white, I came to take a look."

When the cobblestone road was paved, Sister Yang came to take a look and even praised it.

She said earnestly: "The yard should have been cleaned up a long time ago. This house has been cleaned up, and it feels like living."

She and Old Zhao both have eyes and have long noticed that the couple's relationship has improved recently.

According to Old Zhao, Yan, now he is energetic and radiant when he sees the sky and the earth, and he applies wax when it is cold... Bah, what a joke.

Anyway, if you don't know, you would think that this transfer has also increased his salary.

But Sister Yang and Captain Zhao knew that this was because the relationship between the Yan couple had improved.

The night before yesterday, Captain Zhao took a bottle of wine to find Yan Lei to drink, and came home very late. Yesterday, I remembered it and said to Sister Yang: "I think the Yan family is quite diligent."

"What's wrong?"

"Someone painted the wall."

Sister Yang found it interesting. Today, she had nothing to do, so she thought of it and picked some green vegetables for Qiao Wei and came to visit.

"It's changed a lot after this renovation." Sister Yang praised, "I remember when you got married, the compound hadn't been built yet, and the houses here were very tight. Yan was assigned the one in the west, and he painted it white. He also painted the main hall, which was shared by the two families."

"At that time, each family had an eight-person table, and his was new, which made the Li family's table look shabby. He also painted theirs. It looks like new."

"He also used buckets of water to wash the stone slabs under the toilet, making them clean. He also sprinkled a lot of powder to kill insects."

"The Li family told me, told me... ahem, to be honest, it's really clean."

In fact, the family members of the other family who lived with them at that time said: "It's just marrying a city girl, why are you pretending."

Sister Yang almost said that she was bald.

Qiao Wei actually likes to listen to the aunts and sisters talking about these trivial gossips.

In the previous life, it was because she felt that she could feel more about the world than lying in bed and browsing the phone.

Now, because there is no phone to browse, gossip has become an important entertainment.

Sister Yang spoke very fast, with a rustic accent, but her descriptions were vivid. Qiao Wei seemed to see how much enthusiasm and expectations Yan Lei had for his marriage and spouse a few years ago.

Looking back on the past few years, she felt a little distressed.

Sister Yang looked at each room.

Looking at Yan Xiang's room: "It's so clean."

Then looking at Qiao Wei and Yan Lei's room, she asked: "Why is the coat closet here?"

Qiao Wei said: "I moved it away when I was painting the wall. It was hung out to dry yesterday. It's completely dry today. When Yan Lei comes back, I'll move it back."

Sister Yang said: "I'll move it for you."

The coat closet is made of solid wood and is full of things. Qiao Wei couldn't even push it.

She hurriedly said: "No, no. This is ch——"

With the sound of friction, Sister Yang used her arms to push the coat closet back to its original position.

Qiao Wei: "——en...?"

Sister Yang clapped her hands: "What did you say?" "

..." Qiao Wei, "Nothing. Sister-in-law, come and drink some water."

"No, I'm not thirsty." Sister Yang waved her hands, "Let me ask you, how much whitewash did you use to paint this?"

"Sister-in-law wants to paint it too?"

"I think it's so new, it's so good. The walls in my house have been ruined by these naughty monkeys. It doesn't even cheer up a guest."

She has a large family, and she used to think it was very troublesome to do this. Now she sees that Qiao Wei can do it by herself. There are so many people in her family, how can she not do it.

I think I'm lazy.

In fact, it's not lazy. Sister Yang has always been a very neat and capable person. But there are too many people in the family. In the past, she had to deal with too many household chores, too many things to do, such as eating, drinking, defecating and urinating. No matter whether the wall was built or not, she could not get a turn.

But now that Lin Xixi is helping her, Sister Yang can be said to have gained great liberation.

With time and energy, she will naturally have something to think about.

It just so happens that Captain Zhao has recently increased his salary. It is a good thing for people to do something, so they think they should do it.

Qiao Wei is now an expert in painting walls.

She estimated the approximate amount for Sister Yang and wrote it down on a piece of paper.

Sister Yang took the paper and went back in a hurry.

Qiao Wei took the green vegetables to the cool place in the kitchen.

The green vegetables grown by herself are really fresh and tender. I don’t know when the ones planted by Yan Lei will grow to the point where they can be eaten. Think about it, when it’s time to cook, just go to the yard to pick two vegetables, wash them, and then throw them into the pot to stir-fry.

This is the dream life of many 996 social animals in big cities.

When Yan Lei came back, he didn’t expect that the coat cabinet had been put back to its original position. He was a little surprised: "Did you move it back?"

"How is it possible?" Qiao Wei said, "Sister Zhao came and moved it."

She said: "I told her not to move it, it’s heavy. As a result, I didn’t even say the word "heavy", and she did this, this..."

Qiao Wei put one leg in front and one leg behind, pushed forward with both hands, and took a stance: "That's it!"

"Just push this cabinet back."

"I was stunned!"

Yan Lei laughed so hard that he fell down.

He felt that Qiao Wei was really ignorant in this regard: "What's the big deal? In the countryside, all women are like this." In

the countryside, people want to marry a woman with big arms, thick waist and round buttocks. This is the kind of woman that mothers-in-law like the most. Why? She has a lot of strength and can work!

So when he wanted to marry Qiao Wei, his comrades-in-arms persuaded him.

Yan Lei said, "Sister Zhao is as strong as a man. She is common in the countryside. My mother... Ang, ang, what are we having for dinner?" He

was so happy that the words "my mother" came out of his mouth. Fortunately, he reacted quickly and changed his words in time.

Qiao Wei looked calm, pretending not to hear, and said with a smile: "Sister-in-law Zhao brought me some vegetables. The ones grown by myself are fresher than those sold in the market. I'll go cook."

She went out.

Yan Lei sighed.

He was too relaxed in front of her recently, and he didn't even think before speaking.

She didn't like to hear about the people and things in his family.

Yan Lei sighed again.

During dinner, Qiao Wei glanced at Yan Lei who was eating rice with big mouthfuls.

She remembered the young man described by Sister Yang who had just been assigned a room and was preparing for marriage.

He was in his early twenties a few years ago. The original owner was seventeen or eighteen.

Too young, both of them were too young. They both

had their own expectations for the future, but they were not on the same track.

Qiao Wei sighed slightly.

Yan Lei raised his eyes: "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." Qiao Wei picked up some meat for him, "Eat more."

Her eyes were gentle and full of pity.

Yan Lei chewed the food, but couldn't taste it. He only savored her eyes.

He always felt something trembling in his heart.

What's going on?

Is he sick? Why do I always have strange feelings when looking at my wife recently? I

feel something is wrong.

Yan Lei didn't have any expectations for tonight. Because according to Qiao Wei's request, he had to continue sleeping in Yan Xiang's room tonight.

Sure enough, he was in Yan Xiang's room at night.

"Mom sleeps here, and Dad sleeps here."

Yan Xiang arranged it very well, putting herself in the middle... a little closer to mom, a little further away from dad.

In the dim darkness, Yan Lei rested his head on his arm and glanced at Qiao Wei who was hugging her son and coaxing him.

Alas.

He closed his eyes out of boredom.

After a while, Yan Xiang's breathing became even, and she must have fallen asleep. Yan Lei heard a rustling sound in his ears, and Qiao Wei must be going to sleep too.

He should sleep too.

But his lips were suddenly pecked lightly.

Yan Lei opened his eyes in surprise.

Qiao Wei sealed his lips with a finger: "Hmm..."

She lowered her voice: "You finally fell asleep..."

Yan Lei blinked and glanced at the child.

Qiao Wei smiled slightly and gently stroked the man's lips with her fingertips.

The heat like a raging fire exploded deep in the body.

Yan Lei bit her finger, like a wolf, but he was afraid of the child and did not dare to move.

Qiao Wei chuckled in the dark and leaned over to press his lips.

...

Yan Xiang seemed to be awakened by a sound in a daze.

He turned over and tried to open his eyes.

A familiar big hand reached out and covered his eyes.

Another much smaller hand patted him gently and hummed softly.

It was a familiar sound and melody. Yan Xiang relaxed and fell asleep again.

Was it the mouse that was making noise? Weird.

Yan Xiang fell into a deep sleep...

Wow, Yan Lei scooped water to wash his face.

After wiping off the water droplets with a towel, he raised his eyes. On the top of the courtyard wall was a pink morning glow.

The sun was out, and the sunlight was pale gold.

It was Sunday, and he didn't have to go to work, so he felt refreshed.

Thinking back on last night, Yan Lei now felt that he could understand the ancient tyrants.

No matter how wise and brave a man is, there will probably be a moment when there is a woman for whom you feel that you can break all principles and subvert all cognition.

There will be a moment when you hold her waist and feel that you can die at this moment.

Yan Lei patted his face, went to the eaves to take off his military cap and put it on, and glanced at the window of the east room.

There is another layer of partition inside, so of course nothing can be seen.

Yan Lei went out.

Qiao Wei was awakened by the fragrance.

She was too sleepy.

Although she was the one who provoked Yan Lei yesterday, Yan Lei didn't know what was going on either,

he was too wild. It was so annoying.

What on earth smelled so good? Qiao Wei was very sleepy and wanted to continue sleeping, but her stomach growled and she woke up.

She walked out of the house sleepily and saw Yan Xiang with a frustrated look on his face.

"Mom." He said distressedly, "It's burned, our work."

Qiao Wei: "?"

Yan Lei came out of the kitchen upon hearing the sound and asked with a smile: "Did you tell him that it can be burned? Those mud lumps of yours."

Qiao Wei suddenly realized: "Those are burned?"

It rained on Wednesday afternoon, and she and Yan Xiang played with mud and made some things. She told Yan Xiang how to make pottery.

Yan Xiang said he also wanted to burn these "works" into pottery. Qiao Wei said that they had to be left to dry for a few days before being burned.

Yan Xiang waited until today and thought they were almost dried. Qiao Wei hadn't gotten up yet, but Yan Lei was lighting a fire, so Yan Xiang asked his father to help him put his works into the stove and burn them.

It didn't take long for them to burn, and before Qiao Wei got up, they all cracked.

Qiao Wei figured it out and laughed.

"It doesn't matter if it cracks." She said, "Xiangxiang just needs to learn the process of firing pottery."

"Why does it crack? Because we are just playing around, not making real pottery."

"Real pottery uses different clay. It's not just mud we pick up from the yard. Real pottery uses very sticky clay, and it needs to be kneaded repeatedly, like dough. The finer the kneading, the less likely it is to crack."

Yan Xiang sighed, "Is that so."

Qiao Wei smiled and rubbed his head: "We are just playing, it's okay, just learn some knowledge. Hmm, what smells so good?"

Her hair was still uncombed and messy, sniffing the air. Like a small animal looking for food.

Yan Lei smiled: "Stew chicken."

Qiao Wei was surprised and happy: "Did you buy a chicken?" "I

bought it." Yan Lei was a little surprised, "Why don't you buy it normally?"

"Killing a chicken will cause a lot of blood, so I don't want to buy it." Qiao Wei said.

It's not hypocrisy, it's just that Qiao Wei can see small animals and eat small animals. But you can't kill the small animal in front of her just because she wants to eat it.

Well, even if it's hypocrisy.

Anyway, live chickens are available for sale in the morning market. Qiao Wei later asked about it and learned that they are killed right after they are bought.

Every time Qiao Wei wanted to buy one, she would back off when she saw the chickens were still full of energy.

Alas.

Yan Lei smiled and shook his head: "Killing a chicken is always bloody. If you think it's dirty, just stay away from it." It

smelled so good. Qiao Wei asked: "Can we eat it now?"

"It's too early." Yan Lei said, "This is prepared for lunch. It needs to be simmered on low heat for a whole morning. Wash your face first and have breakfast."

Qiao Wei went to the hand-pressure well.

Yan Xiang ran over to get a ladle to scoop water for her to wash her face - Mom likes to use running water, not a washbasin.

The cool groundwater splashed on her face, and Qiao Wei became energetic.