Listening to Su Qingci's long, vulgar passage in classical Chinese.
Xiao Yuehua and Xiao Juxiang exchanged a bewildered look.
"A cultured person is a cultured person."
"I didn't understand what they were saying, but it seemed to make a lot of sense."
"We'll talk about that later. Let's go, I need to get back quickly."
"My older brother and dad made me pull a cart to haul grain; they're going to scold me later."
Xiao Yuehua quickly joined Xiao Juxiang in carrying all the grain from the cart into the house.
"What's the rush? Get it to the attic granary first."
"You'll get scolded if you go back now. Let them scold you if they want, they don't dare to hit you, do they?"
"What could be more important than choosing a man?"
“If they don’t feed you, then bang on the pot.”
“Stand by Dad’s bedside in the middle of the night with your hair down and cover him with a blanket. Do this a few times, and he’ll definitely not dare to mess with you.”
Xiao Juxiang thought about it and realized it was true.
Her sister had done the same thing before, and she remembered that her mother's yell could be heard all the way to the east end of the village.
According to the village cattle herder, that shout scared the pregnant calf so much that it split its legs.
"Besides, as long as you swallow quickly, you won't suffer any loss from eating dry rice."
Su Qingci watched as the Xiao Yuehua sisters carried corn kernels up the stairs to the attic.
Curious, I followed behind to take a look.
The house was built with rammed earth and bricks. It was not large, with only one bedroom and one living room. The kitchen was a shed built outside the door.
The house is very much in line with the characteristics of this era; it's tall enough.
Several tall beams, reaching overhead, were supported by planks, which created a 1.5-1.6 meter high attic.
Su Qingci followed behind the two and climbed up the stairs. The attic was not big, and in the center was a box that was one meter wide and two meters long, made of wooden planks.
The wooden crate is about 80 or 90 centimeters high, and it can easily hold over a thousand kilograms of grain.
Xiao Yuehua and Xiao Juxiang were working together to carry the grain into the large wooden box.
"Bring the rice in too. We still have half a bucket of rice at home. We'll go get more after we finish that."
"Put the corn kernels and those beans in too, so the mice won't steal them."
"Put the sweet potatoes in the cellar downstairs. They won't get damp. I'll dry them in the sun later."
Xiao Juxiang threw the things down and said, "Alright, alright, have your brother-in-law come back and take care of the rest. I really have to go."
"Hey hey hey~"
"Wait, I'll lock the door, let's go together."
Xiao Juxiang looked at Xiao Yuehua's protruding belly as she bent over to lock the door and asked curiously.
"Sis, how many months pregnant are you?"
When are you going to give birth? Is it a boy?
"It's been more than four months, it must be a boy. People say sour foods mean a boy and spicy foods mean a girl, and I love sour foods."
"That's useless. When the brigade leader's daughter-in-law was pregnant, she also said everywhere that she liked sour things and that it must be a son, but it turned out to be a daughter."
“A daughter is fine. Your brother-in-law said he likes daughters too. This is my first child, so I’m happy with whatever I have.”
“We’ve already chosen names. If we have a son, we’ll name him Feng Tiezhu.”
"It symbolizes an indomitable spirit, a pillar of China, and he will surely be a promising person in the future."
"My daughter is named Feng Lihua, which means she is cultured, polite, and looks like a flower."
Xiao Juxiang hesitated for a moment, then said, "Sister, many people call Tiezhu that. Let's call him Big Head, Feng Big Head. It's easy to write and easy to remember."
I recognize both of these characters.
“When I went to town last time, I heard people say that farmers don’t have to worry about rain. We farmers are most afraid of rain, but if they don’t have to worry about rain, what else is there to worry about?”
Xiao Yuehua nodded, "Yes, that's fine too. We'll leave that name to the second son."
Su Qingci, listening from the side, was utterly speechless. What a terrible name...
Feng Tiezhu, a man of unwavering integrity, a pillar of China?
Feng Lihua is polite, cultured, and beautiful.
And then there's Feng Datou, big head, big head, never worries about rain?
"Qing porcelain, what do you think? Doesn't it have a good meaning?"
Su Qingci's lips twitched, and against her conscience, she thought, "This is fucking amazing..."
The three walked and talked as they headed toward the ancestral hall.
As soon as they reached the corner of the ancestral hall, Xiao Yuehua looked at the scene in front of her and instantly became excited, pulling Xiao Juxiang and Su Qingci to hide behind the low wall.
"Hurry up, hurry up, hide! There's going to be some fun."
"What are you doing?"
"Keep your voice down, look ahead, ahead."
"Huh? That shameless Chen Xiuxiang?"
"Look behind you, see who's carrying the bags."
"Chen Haiying! Wow, we're almost there! We're almost there!"
"Haha, every time those two meet, it's a good show."
Xiao Juxiang abandoned the cart and, bending over, jogged around the low wall to get closer to the front.
Listening to the two sisters' discussion, Su Qingci's gossip cells were screaming, and she followed closely behind with an excited expression.
Xiao Yuehua, who was walking in front, kept her eyes and ears open, and didn't forget to carry a toilet door panel in her hand.
The three of them crept closer furtively. Xiao Yuehua propped up the toilet door panel that was lying on the road, and the three of them squatted down on the spot, gossiping and eating melon seeds.
The three of them were far apart before, and Su Qingci and the others didn't hear what the two Chen educated youths said.
But at this moment, Chen Xiuxiang was explaining something to Chen Haiying with an innocent look on her face.
"Sister Haiying, have you misunderstood something?"
“I have never taken the initiative. I am also a married woman with a husband. I believe you know how important a woman’s reputation is.”
"I know that I may have been a little too close to Zhishan before, but that's all in the past."
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