Chapter 107107 Chu Song is in high spirits
disturb?
The group looked at the man lying on the ground, then at the woman holding the carrying pole and smiling calmly, and quickly shook their heads, "No, I didn't bother you."
Chu Song, enjoying the fun, clapped his hands and said, "Well done."
He Shujun held onto Xu Yun, a little worried, "Mom..."
Xu Yun reached out to smooth down her messy hair and said softly to her daughter, "It's nothing, Shujun. Study hard."
As she spoke, she grabbed He Zhiqiang by the back of the collar and "helped" him back home like a dead dog. Finally, she did not forget to apologize to everyone, saying that she would keep a good eye on him in the future and would not let him out to bite people again.
Everyone stared at this scene in amazement. Only after Xu Yun completely disappeared did someone exclaim, "Sister-in-law Xu... is so majestic."
Chu Song nodded with great satisfaction. Xu Yun did not disappoint her. It was not just that she understood it immediately, but her Ren and Du meridians were opened up in one go.
"Your mother is right. Just study hard." Chu Song patted He Shujun on the shoulder. "Math is so simple. All you need is hands. How could you only get such a low score?"
She said in a dog-like way: "Little comrade, you still need to work hard."
He Shujun's face flushed crimson, and the others gritted their teeth. Damn it! Math, physics, and chemistry, which can drive people to tears, and she only needs hands to do it?!
Chu Song attracted a wave of hatred in a high-profile manner.
After Grain in Ear, everything goes in order, from planting to harvesting, fertilizing, and planting autumn vegetables.
Although physically tired, everyone felt very energetic and worked with great enthusiasm.
This did not include Chu Song. She was afraid of heat in summer and cold in winter. There was no air conditioning in those days, and there were not even electric fans in the countryside. The only way to cool down was by relying on her mother's constant chanting of "calm your mind and you will feel cool naturally" and a large palm-leaf fan.
Ye Xiuzhi fanned her and said, "Alright, alright, calm down and you'll feel cooler. You're just too impetuous. It's only July, how can it be so hot?"
"Why isn't it hot? I'm about to melt." Chu Song muttered, "When can I get some fan tickets?"
"That precious thing, everyone in the city has to line up to grab it, how can we get it?"
Chu Song is skilled and bold, and he can get the tickets by some tricks, but he can't show them openly. Ye Xiuzhi is not a fool either. Now she has learned her lesson and it is becoming increasingly difficult to fool her.
But she was unreasonable. “As long as your mind doesn’t slip, there are always more solutions than problems. If you don’t give it to me, it means you don’t love me.”
Ye Xiuzhi: “…”
She put down her palm-leaf fan and said with a fierce face: "Yes, if you don't love me, get out."
"Look, you're angry again, you stingy girl." Chu Song smiled and handed the palm-leaf fan back to her. "Mom, what story are you going to tell us today?"
It was hot and humid in the summer and there was nothing to do. While cooling off in the yard, Chu Song developed a new hobby, which was listening to Ye Xiuzhi telling bedtime stories.
Folk tales like the wolf grandmother chewing her fingers, the scapegoat in the river, and the eerie dead baby pit were passed down orally among the older generation, becoming so miraculous that they were passed down to the next generation and the next. Almost all villagers had heard these stories from their elders when they were children.
Chu Song, an elderly child, listened with great interest. Although Ye Xiuzhi appeared to be disgusted that someone still wanted to tell her stories at such an old age, she was actually honest. Every night when the time came, she would start telling the stories while waving a palm-leaf fan, trying her best to scare people.
Chu Song was like a good kid, staring intently with his eyes wide open, his face rosy and watery. Ye Xiuzhi... well, I mean, she felt soft inside.
She had forgotten what happened to Chu Song when he was a child. It seemed as if the child had grown up overnight. So among her children, she loved Chu Song, who was like a "big baby", the most.
"What the hell? No, go to bed early tonight. Go fishing tomorrow morning. I'll only call you once. If you can't get up, don't blame me for not calling you."
It's hot now, so Chu Yaoguo decided to take everyone fishing to take some time out before the sun rises in the morning. They won't have time when they get busy with the autumn harvest.
Chu Song was surprised, "Fishing tomorrow?! Why didn't anyone notify me?"
"Why are you being notified?"
"Of course it's to contribute to the collective!"
Ye Xiuzhi rolled her eyes. She would never listen even if you told her a thousand times to do some work. She was not active when she should be, and was more active than anyone else when she shouldn't be.
Is she going fishing? She's more like going out for fun. "Why should you even bother? I'm just there for the fun. I find it dirty to drag around in the muddy pond."
Chu Song automatically ignored Ye Xiuzhi's words and only extracted the key word: lively.
"No, no, Mom, you must wake me up in the morning. I want to go!"
Ye Xiuzhi snorted rather proudly, "I'll only yell once. If you can't get up, forget it."
"No, I can definitely get up!"
Chu Song made a solemn promise, but when he woke up the next morning, there was no one at home, not even Chu Jinyu.
Chu Song suddenly felt abandoned by the whole world. She finished her breakfast in a few mouthfuls and rushed to the pond at the entrance of the village with a harpoon in her hand.
At this moment, a small group of onlookers had gathered by the pond, including Ye Xiuzhi, who was holding little Jinyu. Chu Song complained, "Mom, why did you leave first? You said you would wake me up in the morning!"
"I saw you were sleeping soundly and didn't have the heart to wake you up."
Chu Song didn't believe it, couldn't bear it? Then who was it that had been so cruel as to lift her quilt in the middle of winter?
She was about to open her mouth to refute when the aunts and uncles around her came over and "teased" her cheerfully, "Hey, fairy girl, why did you bring the harpoon? Are you going to go into the water?"
In fact, they were all joking. After all, there were many young and middle-aged people in the village, so it was not the turn of "old people and children" to go into the water. Obviously, Chu Song was regarded as a child by them.
Chu Song rolled up his trouser legs and nodded seriously, "Of course! Everyone has a responsibility to contribute to the collective."
Ye Xiuzhi disagreed, "Why go in the water? It's just causing trouble. Come over and hold your niece for a while. It's perfect. My arms are sore from holding her."
When Chu Jinyu heard this, she immediately opened her arms. She smiled so hard that her teeth were showing and she kept saying "hug me".
Of all people, besides her own mother, she likes it best when her aunt holds her.
Chu Song picked up the fat girl and pinched her face viciously, then handed her to Lu Minglin behind him, "You hold her, I'm going to fork the fish."
"I, I...wait a minute." Lu Minglin was stunned and took it in a hurry.
He knew that Chu Song would definitely join in the fun, so he dragged Cen Zimu to watch the event that he usually disdained early in the morning.
Sure enough, he saw Chu Song in the crowd and walked towards her uncontrollably. He originally just wanted to be closer to her, even if he couldn't say anything. The closer he was to her, the happier he would be.
"What's with that expression on your face? You don't want to?" Chu Song said, trying to make it sound like black. "My only niece, not everyone can hold her. You should be grateful."
Lu Minglin was not unwilling to do so because he loved the woman and her family, but it was just too sudden, especially with the fiery gazes of the ladies around him. He was thin-skinned and almost burned.
"Wow, Lu Zhiqing's way of holding the baby is really professional."
"Who says she isn't? She's so virtuous and capable."
"Could it be that they've practiced this beforehand? Then women will be blessed in the future..."
Most villagers speak in a rough and unrestrained manner, so this was already subtle enough. Lu Minglin's face turned red, but he was not stupid and he could hear the sarcasm in this.
He was embarrassed and annoyed, but looked at Chu Song with a hint of expectation.
However, Chu Song didn't notice his thoughts at all. She was fiddling with her harpoon with great interest, thinking about making a big one.
Lu Minglin: “…”
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