Farmhouse Green Plum

Chapter 126 The Art of Complaining

Although I hurried, I was still late when I arrived at the school because the morning class had already started.

Song Yuan pouted: "Really? Why don't you cook the meal before going to work like Brother Ziliang and his family?"

Since the busy farming season, he has been on the verge of being late every day. Today, he was delayed for a moment and was almost a quarter of an hour late!

Every day I walked into Minglun Hall under the gaze of my teacher and classmates, feeling embarrassed and ashamed.

Moreover, every day I had to eat breakfast which was hot and rushed, and I had to jog all the way to get it, which made my stomach feel very uncomfortable.

Song Ying was also helpless. This was the adults' idea and she had no choice. If she dared to suggest cooking for Song Yuan first after getting up, she would definitely be accused of being lazy.

If she really had a choice, she would also like to prepare breakfast every day, wait for Song Yuan to eat, send it to school, and then go back to work, but Li would definitely not agree.

Looking at Song Yuan, who was pouting and had a hint of timidity in his eyes, she said, "I'll go tell the master."

As she said that, she took Song Yuan to the door of Minglun Hall and knocked gently. When Mr. Wang looked over, she apologized, "Mr. Wang, I'm sorry. Something delayed me today. I cooked breakfast a little late."

Mr. Wang understood very well. He motioned for Song Yuan to go in and said, "It's okay. This is how it is during the busy farming season. If you are really too busy, you can let Song Yuan come to the school for breakfast these few days."

"Thank you, sir. I will tell my grandma and the others when I get home."

Seeing that she was so polite, Mr. Wang had a better impression of her. When he saw that she was carrying an empty basket, he knew that she would go to the fields first and carry a basket of wheat back home.

He thought to himself: The Song family's boys are not well educated, but the girls are very well brought up, and are well-mannered and capable.

After saying goodbye to Mr. Wang, Song Ying hurried back to the village. She went to the fields first, and then went home to have breakfast with Li and others.

Of course, Uncle Song and Yang each carried two baskets of wheat, while Song Ying and Li each carried one basket.

After arriving home, Uncle Song and the others collapsed from exhaustion. Song Ying put down the backpack and hurried to serve the rice.

In the kitchen, she heard Li asking Song Tian, and learned that the Wang family did not come to borrow the cow, so she knew that the life of the Wang family's granddaughter was safe.

Song Tian breathed a sigh of relief. God knew how much suffering he had endured at home. He had never been so afraid of someone coming to borrow a cow from him.

They ate breakfast in a hurry and finished the porridge in one gulp. Uncle Song and the other two didn't rest for long. They put down their bowls and got up to pick up the baskets and backpacks to go to the fields.

After washing the dishes, Song Ying and Song Tian spread the harvested wheat on a mat to dry in the sun.

There were three mats, covering the entire yard. The wheat that had just been harvested today was placed on the outermost mat to dry in the sun, and the other two mats were used to dry the wheat harvested yesterday and the day before yesterday.

After the wheat has been exposed to the sun for three days, it is temporarily put away. After all the wheat has been exposed to the sun three times, it is put together and exposed to the sun for another two days before it is completely dried.

At first, the wheat harvested after the Song family was harvested was piled under the eaves. After the wheat harvested previously was thoroughly dried, the next batch was dried in the sun.

But it rained one time and the wheat at the back had too much moisture and became moldy.

Drying the wheat for three days in the sun can effectively remove most of the moisture. Even if there is continuous rain later, the wheat that has been dried for three days will not be so easy to mold. It can also be placed in a winnowing basket and dried in the shade indoors.

After the wheat was dried, the two men led the cows and went to the fields to harvest the wheat again. Naturally, the small clump left by Song Tian had been harvested long ago.

Song Ying took the sickle and directly selected a row that had not been cut. He also called out to Song Tian: "You cut a row by yourself. I won't join you."

"Hmph, you make it sound like I'm willing to join you." After retorting, Song Tian also chose a row and started cutting.

The sun was getting hotter and hotter, and it hurt my back a little.

After finally finishing harvesting a row, Song Ying wiped the sweat from his face and looked at the long row of wheat with only short stumps left. He felt quite accomplished.

Turning her head, she saw that Song Tiancai had only cut less than ten feet, and was speechless again.

With a roll of her eyes, she shouted, "Second Uncle, I've finished cutting a row!"

Aunt Meihua was standing in the field next to her and was resting. Seeing this, she said, "Oh, your Yingwa is really capable!"

Li kept scything in her hand and said with a smile: "Your Cuiwa is not bad either. From morning till now, she has been cutting as long as we have been cutting, and she never complains of being tired.

Unlike these two in my family, I coax them into working, but after a while I have to ask them to do something else to change their mood."

"I'm not being coaxed." Song Ying couldn't help but retort, and she was doing other things to change her mood. She was so busy that she had no time to rest.

Uncle Song straightened up and praised her generously: "Yingwa is capable. Work hard. After you finish harvesting the wheat, I will catch some eels for you to eat."

Song Ying turned around and said, "Song Tian, did you hear me? Hurry up and harvest the wheat. After harvesting the wheat, there will be eels to eat!"

Listening to her words, Second Uncle Song naturally looked at Song Tian. He was immediately furious and grabbed a handful of dirt and threw it at Song Tian: "You immortal boss, you are touching maggots! You only cut so much in such a long time!"

Song Tian jumped up, dodged the flying dirt, and shouted: "I'll cut it right away! I'll cut it right away!"

After saying that, he squatted down, swung the sickle and cut a large piece of grass.

Uncle Song's anger finally subsided a little. He cursed, "If you delay again, I'll beat you to death with one blow," and then bent down to cut the wheat again.

Zhao Xiaocui, who was working in the field nearby, laughed muffledly and gave Song Ying a thumbs-up. Song Ying raised his eyebrows in response, feeling much relieved.

Seeing that Second Uncle Song was no longer paying attention to this side, Song Tiancai raised his head, glared at Song Ying, and gritted his teeth: "You annoying bastard! If you get married and get beaten by your in-laws, I will not support you!"

He felt that this cousin was becoming more and more annoying.

In the past, he would only pretend to be good in front of adults when he got into trouble, which made his behavior look even worse and made his father beat him with greater force.

Now, she has started to complain in a roundabout way!

Song Ying scoffed at his threat: "Rely on you for support? Forget it, we are not sure who will rely on whom in the future!"

Song Tian was so angry that he said, "Just wait and see!"

A quarter of an hour later, Song Ying finished another row of cuttings. She stood up and reported again: "Second Uncle, I have finished another row of cuttings!"

"You can do it!" Uncle Song's voice was full of laughter, with a coaxing tone, "Do your best, and take a break when you are tired."

Aunt Meihua and others in the field nearby naturally started praising Song Ying again.

Song Ying walked to an open space and sat down to rest. She looked at Song Tian who was dawdling and asked with concern: "Song Tian, can't you see? Why don't you use the sickle after gesturing for so long?"

Song Tian: “…”

"My Lord, I'll give you one more quarter of an hour. If you don't finish cutting that line, I'll treat you to some candy!" Uncle Song's voice came.

When being hit by bamboo strips, the pain is continuous, just like malt sugar sticking to teeth, so villagers often use the irony of "babatang" to refer to being hit by bamboo strips.