"Brother Ma, why are you looking like this? Your sister..."

Blacksmith Luo asked with concern, having a bad guess in his mind.

Ma Dafu came back to his senses, with a bitter smile on his face.

"My girl has a hard life."

He glanced at everyone on the table and continued: "My sister has been showing signs of success since she was a child. When she was as old as your Qing'er, she was the village beauty of Majia Village!"

"Those who come to ask for marriage have crossed the threshold."

"Later, my parents fell in love with a family. Although they were not rich, my brother-in-law passed the exam to become a scholar."

"But not even a year after my sister got married, the scholar fell ill and died."

"The girl returned to her parents' home and was introduced to an old widower in the village as her stepmother."

"The old widower has a bad temper. He beats my sister after drinking."

"Poor...my sister threw herself into the river and lost half her life."

"Later, I begged for mercy from Rizheng Na and let them reconcile and take the girl back to her parents' home."

"After that, the girl vowed never to marry again and to stay at home to take care of my parents."

"Two years ago, my parents died one after another, leaving me and my sister to depend on each other. Alas!"

When Ma Dafu said this, his voice was hoarse and filled with sadness and helplessness, which made people heart-wrenching.

"What a miserable woman!" Blacksmith Luo also sighed with emotion.

Yang Huazhong was silent, while Sun's eyes were red.

Yang Ruoqing sat aside and sighed to herself that the fate of that girl Ma was really bad.

If you marry a scholar, you can be a little poorer if you are poor, and you will be fine if you survive.

But Xiu Cai Lang was born to be a short-lived ghost.

I will marry an old widower later, but the old widower doesn't know how to love others.

The girl was forced to commit suicide by drowning herself in the river. Hey, her body and mind must have been severely damaged.

Beside him, Mrs. Sun couldn't help but ask Ma Dafu: "Brother Ma, what about you?"

Yang Huazhong winked at Sun, not allowing Sun to ask.

Mrs. Sun was startled.

At this time, Ma Dafu squeezed out a smile: "Lao San and Brother Luo have cared about me before. I myself am also in a mess."

"I married a woman who went to the mountains to chop wood and fell on her head."

"Nowadays, apart from eating, drinking, and defecating, I don't know how to do anything, and I didn't leave a son and a half daughter..."

Sun was surprised.

The woman's eyes became even redder, and she almost shed tears.

"Why is this world like this? All bad things happen to one person..."

Mrs. Sun sighed, shook her head and sighed.

"Uncle Ma, Uncle Luo, dad, mom, let's eat the food and drink wine first. It won't taste good when it gets cold later..."

When Yang Ruoqing saw this, she quickly tried to smooth things over.

Everyone came back to their senses, collected their emotions, picked up their wine glasses and raised their chopsticks again...

…

It is bright.

The cuckoo chirped over the fields.

Those crisp chirping sounds, interpreted in people's dialect, resemble the meaning of "cutting wheat and planting trees".

“The cuckoo is reminding us farmers that it’s time to cut the wheat and rapeseeds, and then prepare the fields for planting rice!”

During breakfast, Yang Huazhong patiently explained all this to Gen Xiaoan.

Xiao An is holding a slingshot in his hand.

Spring has begun, and cotton-padded clothes have been replaced by jackets, making running and jumping much more convenient.

Xiao An followed Yang Yongqing and a bunch of carrots in the village to dig out bird's nests every day.

He used the slingshot Luo Fengtang made for him to shoot birds.

After hearing Yang Huazhong's explanation, Xiao An tilted his head and blinked his big eyes.

"So, the cuckoo is just like the frog, a good friend of our farmers?"

he asked innocently.

Yang Huazhong was startled for a moment, "How do you know that frogs are friends of our farmers?"

Xiao An said: "My sister told me."

"My sister said that frogs will eat the pests in the rice fields and make the rice grow more and better."

Yang Huazhong smiled and touched his youngest son's head: "Well, your sister is right. Dad is going to cut wheat. You can go and play by yourself. No playing in the water is allowed!"

"Well, Xiao An is obedient!"

Xiao An ran out of the yard happily.

Xiaohua followed behind, taking care of her at all times.

…

Yang Huazhong took his family's long-term workers to the fields to harvest rapeseed.

Sun made tea and sugar water at home and planned to take them to the fields with Yang Ruoqing for everyone to drink later.

During the busy farming season, the work on the construction site was suspended.

Even the restaurant was suspended for two days to let the guys harvest.

"Mom, are the tea and sugar water ready?"

Yang Ruoqing finished drying her clothes and went into the kitchen and asked.

Mrs. Sun was taking a gourd ladle and scooping food into two earthen jars on the side.

Hearing this, he said: "Okay, okay, I'll send it over right away."

"Sister-in-law, Qing'er, I'll go there with you."

A voice came in, it was Cao Bamei.

Sun said: "The restaurant is on holiday. It's rare for you, Eight Sisters, to come home to rest for two days. How can I ask you to send me away?"

Cao Bamei smiled and took the basket containing the earthen pot from Sun's hand.

"It's okay, Qing'er and I will go see him off together. Sister, you can just be busy with the family."

Cao Bamei followed Dajie and Xiaojie as the title of 'little aunt'.

She is not Cao Bamei's own sister-in-law.

This sweating method is also a custom in this area.

Mrs. Sun was still a little hesitant, but Yang Ruoqing smiled and said, "Mom, just stay at home. My eighth sister will go with me to see her off. We can still whisper on the way."

After hearing this, Mrs. Sun no longer persisted.

So, the two girls walked out of the yard, talking and laughing together, and headed towards the fields of Yang Ruoqing's family.

…

At the same time, over there at Lao Yang's old house.

Yang Yongjin and Jin stood by the patio.

Jin held a basket in her hand. The basket contained an earthenware pot, and the earthenware pot also contained tea.

Yang Yongjin held three sickles and a bundle of straw ropes in his hands.

Mother and son stood by the patio, both looking towards Yang Hua'an's house.

"Dad, are you okay?" Yang Yongjin couldn't help but urge.

Yang Huaan's voice came from the room, "Come on, come on, change to the second shoe..."

The time of three shoes has passed again.

Yang Yongjin couldn't help but come to the door of the house, raised his hand and patted it: "Dad, have you arrived? It's already three o'clock in the morning."

In the room, Yang Huaan's voice came again.

"Come on, come on, change your clothes and tie the last belt."

Yang Yongjin frowned.

After a while, the door finally opened, and Yang Huaan slowly came out.

"Let's go and cut rapeseed!"

Yang Hua'an waved his hand and led Jin and Yang Yong out of the house and towards his own fields.

…

In front of the village, behind the village, and in the fields, there are all busy villagers.

The adults cut rapeseeds, but the children had no one to take care of them, so they chased and played in the fields by themselves.

The folk customs are open and the men and women are tough.
Chapter completed!