Seeing Song Chongjin like a fish in water, Wang Yongzhu didn't bother to worry about him, and went straight home.

Yesterday, Song Chongjin's clothes, after he changed them, he washed them and dried them in the yard.

Wang Yongzhu saw that it was already dry, so he took it and took it to the house, planning to tailor clothes better than the material of clothes.

Only then did I find that the clothes had long been raw, the material was not very good, the crunch nest, and the place where there was needlework and thread at the back waist, the stitches were rough to the touch, and they could barely be connected together.

Wang Yongzhu looked at Song Chongjin's clothes, and for some reason, he suddenly felt a little sad.

Pick out the stitches that are sewn together casually and make up for them thinly.

Originally, he only planned to make a set of clothes for Song Chongjin, but he took out an indigo cloth and cut it.

I thought that this dress would take a few days to be made, but I didn't expect that because of Song Chongjin's addition and the carriage, the efficiency of the Wang family has been greatly improved.

The next day, Wang Yongzhu's five acres of rice fields were harvested.

All that's left is to thresh the grain hauled home in front of the door in the threshing field and then dry it.

These things, naturally, it is not Wang Yongzhu's turn.

The bundles of rice that were hauled back were spread out and spread evenly on the drying field, and then the stones were dragged behind the mules, and Wang Laozhu led the mules and crushed them on the rice in a circle.

Behind him, Lin and Wang Yongfu turned over the straws with a fork so that they were evenly stressed.

Wait until all the threshing is successful, and then fork the straw to the side and pile it up, and then gently brush off the large impurities on the threshed rice with a broom.

After being exposed to the sun again, after a period of time, people will go to the paved rice and kick out two ways with their feet, so that the rice can be evenly dried and watered.

At night, when the sun is about to set, the rice will be gathered, and then a special shovel made of wood will be used to see the direction of the wind, and gently raise it, and the heavy rice will fall to the ground, and the impurities and shriveled rice husks in the rice will be blown away by the wind.

The rest of the clean rice comes.

The rice would then be packed in baskets and sacks and placed in the house, so that it would not be left in the barn and soaked with dew overnight.

The next day, the undried rice will be moved to the drying floor to dry again, which is much easier at this time.

Leaving the children to take care of it, one of them held a bamboo pole in his hand, tied with strips of cloth on it, and each person was divided into a position, guarding the rice, not letting chickens, ducks and poultry come to steal food, and telling them to kick the rice every half an hour.

The adults were busy bunching up the threshed straw one by one, and then stacking them neatly into straw stacks.

This is the winter fodder for mules, cattle and horses, and can also be used as firewood.

The higher the straw stack, the more strength is needed, the people below lift the straw bales into the air with a lifting fork, and the people standing on the straw stacks must take off the straw bales, and the two must cooperate well.

In the Wang family, in the past, Wang Yongfu and Wang Yongping cooperated, and both legs were injured this year.

Fortunately, there are Song Chongjin and Wang Laosan.

Although Wang Laosan is a little lazy, these days, he has been scolded by Mrs. Zhang so that he doesn't dare to be lazy, of course, at this moment, he still picks a lighter one and stands on it.

Mrs. Zhang endured and endured, and only reluctantly didn't see it.

When I was eating at night, I took a spoon and put it into Song Chongjin's bowl

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Scooping the meat, for fear of flashing Song Chongjin's waist, this man, the waist is the most important, and there can be no mistakes.

While scooping meat for Song Chongjin, he asked with special concern: "Chongjin, are you tired today?" Didn't you flash your waist, did you? ”

Song Chongjin caught a piece of meat in his mouth, and couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth, "Auntie, I'm fine, I'm not tired!" ”

Mrs. Zhang was stunned for a moment, and continued to give Song Chongjin delicious food: "It's okay, it's good if you're not tired!" Eat more meat to replenish and replenish ......"

This child is young, and she is embarrassed to say that she is embarrassed to say, no, she will have to go to Dr. Liu tomorrow to ask if she can get some medicinal oil back.

Although she is now Song Chongjin's mother-in-law-to-be, Mrs. Zhang already considers herself a mother-in-law, and her mother-in-law is also a mother-in-law, and her son-in-law, for the sake of her daughter, it hurts a lot.

I love my son-in-law a lot, and my son-in-law will hurt my daughter more in the future, this deal is a good deal!

Wang Yongzhu almost didn't hold back his internal injuries, seeing Song Chongjin, who has always been expressionless, and Taishan collapsed in front of him silently, he was forced to break his work by Mrs. Zhang.

Song Chongjin couldn't see that Wang Yongzhu was laughing at him, and lowered his eyes.

After dinner, Song Chongjin took advantage of everyone's busy work and slipped into Wang Yongzhu's house.

Wang Yongzhu was stunned: "What are you doing in my house?" Don't get out yet, be careful that my dad sees you pumping! ”

Song Chongjin's face was expressionless, but there was a trace of grievance in his voice: "Yongzhu, I didn't flash my waist, I don't believe you touch-"

Wang Yongzhu......

Unexpectedly, you are actually such a Song Chongjin!

"I believe it! You're not flashing! You've got a good waist! "WANG YONGZHU SAW THAT SONG CHONGJIN DIDN'T BELIEVE IT, AND HE WAS ABOUT TO GRAB HER HAND TO TOUCH IT, SO HE COULDN'T HOLD IT ANYMORE, AND HE WAS BUSY SAYING THAT HE ABSOLUTELY BELIEVED HIM.

Song Chongjin withdrew his hand regretfully, "Yongzhu, are my clothes ready?" He can see it these days, Yongzhu is making clothes every day after finishing housework.

The mother-in-law has already said that this dress is made for him.

As soon as he thought of being able to wear the clothes made by Yongzhu himself, Song Chongjin was very much looking forward to it.

The clothes he changed from last time were neatly folded and placed on the kang later, and as soon as he put them on, he felt the same.

It turned out that the clothes that I had casually sewn with two stitches have been properly repaired, and at first glance, there are no traces of repair.

Who else but Yongzhu?

Song Chongjin touched the traces that had been repaired, and he couldn't tell the feeling in his heart.

Ever since he was sensible, he seems to have been accustomed to relying on himself for everything.

My mother shouted that she was uncomfortable every day, lying in bed, and taking medicine, where did she have the heart and strength to control him?

He wants to support his mother and himself, in the first years, he was really a copper plate and wanted to be two flowers.

Other people's clothes are torn, and they have their mothers or sisters sewn up, but he doesn't, and his mother takes a while of needlework and thread and says that his head hurts.

As for those people in the Song family, they would not give him anything but ridicule.

Later, when he was older, the so-called big girls who liked him wanted to mend his clothes one by one, but he stayed away.

Now, there is Yongzhu, she is the girl she likes, she will be her daughter-in-law in the future, and in the future, she will still be the mother of her own children, she will cut her own clothes, cook for herself, and give birth to her own children......

Thinking of this, Song Chongjin's expression softened, and his eyes were full of yearning.

The first more ~

(End of chapter)