Shangjing Village where the Cheng family is located is located in remote areas, surrounded by mountains and sparse arable land.

Today's fields are terraced fields that have been built by our ancestors from generation to generation. There is no way to plant them with machines. Therefore, even in 2008, even afterwards, every family still relies on pure manpower to plant seedlings and threshing grain.

Cut rice, thresh, and then put it in a basket and transport it back for drying. No step is not a physical work.

In other words, I later became more economically prosperous and bought a special small machine to thresh the ground so that I could take a little bit of laziness.

Therefore, every year, every family will take care of the millet. Today, you will take your family from your family and tomorrow, so everyone will help you.

It's hard to rely on the strength of one family.

At this time, even if there are conflicts between relatives, they will temporarily let go and work together.

But women can't avoid talking together. After all, there are people who have right or wrong. As long as they don't become the object of their discussion, everything will be fine.

However, as the granddaughter of Cheng's parents and the only high school student in Shangjing Village, Cheng An could not avoid it at all.

Therefore, Cheng An’s memory of every harvest of millet was actually not very pleasant.

At this moment, when Mu Tianfen and Wang Guifang were talking, they said one by one. Cheng An thought that the memories that had faded appeared again, which made her frown.

After lunch, Cheng Zuolin sat on the eaves to check and repair the farm tools to collect millet tomorrow.

Mu Tianfen found out the large steamer, gauze, basket, etc. that he didn't use normally, and carried it to the small river below to clean it.

Cheng An was a little sleepy and wanted to take a nap, but Wang Guifang called him to burn the fire, and she wanted to bake the meat.

There was no choice but Cheng An could only squat in front of the stove and watch the fire.

Because it won't take long to get close to add firewood, her face was red and hot with the fire, and soon her vest was so hot that it was so hot that it was wet.

Wang Guifang, holding a large piece of pork, when the iron pot was almost red, pasted the pig skin on it and rubbed it back and forth in the pot.

The blue smoke came out of the pot, and a smell of burnt flesh immediately floated out. Rub it for a few minutes until the entire pig skin turned charred black, which was not considered good.

As usual, Wang Guifang quickly baked all the pork.

However, the pig's feet cannot be dealt with like this. They can only burn them directly in the stove.

Wang Guifang scooped half a pot of water into the iron pot, then carried the pig's feet and drove Cheng An away, "The baked meat is soaked in rice washing water, go and wash it."

"oh."

Cheng An looked up at her, wiped the sweat from her face, and turned to wash the meat without saying anything. He thought to himself: It seems that he shouldn't think of sleeping at noon. He finished his work early, and maybe he could even sniff under the camphor tree for a while.

While busy, Cheng Ping poked his head out of the kitchen door, "Sister, will you go to catch loaches? Sister Cheng Li and Sister Cheng Xin have made an appointment. There is also Luo Tong below."

Before Cheng An could speak, Wang Guifang said, "Your sister has no time to catch loaches! If you want to go, you can go by yourself!"

Cheng Ping's eyes rolled, "Mom, please let me go with me. Let's grab more and fry more food tomorrow."

"I sent you this dish! Let's play by yourself. Your sister has to work at home!" Wang Guifang waved her hand and sent her with anger.

"Mom!" Cheng Ping shouted unwillingly. He also bet with Cheng Li and Cheng Xin sisters to see who caught more! If my sister doesn't go, how could he win two of them alone!

Wang Guifang ignored him.

Cheng Ping is a boy, and it doesn’t matter whether he does work or not. Cheng An is a girl, so it’s time to do housework at home. Moreover, if you are so big, why are you catching loaches?

Cheng An knew what she was thinking when he glanced at Wang Guifang. He simply didn't say anything. He just shook his head lightly at Cheng Ping.

Seeing this, Cheng Ping slapped his mouth and left listlessly with the bucket.

"I know how to play crazy every day!"

At this time, Wang Guifang raised her head, looked at his back, and smiled and scolded.

Cheng An had no expression on his face, as if he didn't hear the tolerance and joy in her words.

...

After two o'clock in the afternoon, Cheng Shouqiang came back from get off work.

At that time, Cheng An was sitting under the camphor tree, resting and picking beans while picking up beans.

Hearing the footsteps, she turned around and saw the thin Cheng Shouqiang walking out of the path behind the house in a loose labor protection uniform, carrying a dirty snakeskin bag.

Cheng An was stunned for a moment, but soon came back to his senses and shouted, "Dad, you are back. Have you eaten?"

"I've eaten in the factory." Cheng Shouqiang responded, looked at the pile of beans in the dustpan, and asked, "Do you want to order tofu? Why do you make so many beans?"

Cheng An: "There are many people tomorrow, so I'm afraid there will be not enough food."

"Then I'll turn on the machine to make powder later." Cheng Shouqiang didn't ask much, and said, "Where is your mother?"

Cheng An replied: "Inside the house."

Cheng Shouqiang nodded and said he knew. He carried the snakeskin bag and became more and more secure. He turned around the gable and climbed the dam.

Then, Cheng An heard Cheng Shouqiang call Cheng Zuolin "Dad", and then shouted to her mother, "Guifang? What are you doing? Just wash my clothes if you have nothing to do. It's not easy to wash in the factory."

"Wash the fart! I'm not watching me sweeping the house! I won't wear your clothes tomorrow, why are you anxious?" Wang Guifang replied cursingly.

Cheng Zuolin smiled and said something, but Cheng An didn't hear it clearly. Instead, he heard that Wang Guifang disliked Cheng Zuolin's clothes were covered with coal ash and did not allow him to bring dirty clothes into the house.

Shaking his head, Cheng An took back his mind, stopped paying attention, and focused on picking up beans.

After picking up the beans, Wang Guifang threw the dirty snakeskin bag that Cheng Zuolin had brought back before and ordered: "Go, wash your father's clothes."

Cheng Zuolin, who was debugging the rice machine, heard this and said, "The clothes are very dark, Cheng An is weak and cannot wash them clean. You should go and wash them."

Wang Guifang's eyes rolled, "You can practice with little strength! Every girl's family does these things! They can't do this, and they can't do it. If you get married, you will be disgusted! At the end of the house, everyone must do it. Look at her, she didn't know how to cook. Now, after training, she can cook all the rice for twenty or thirty people?"

Cheng An: “…”

Therefore, when I was in elementary school, my children in other families would get up to make breakfast. In her family, she would get up to make breakfast for the family. So, she would often be late and missed early self-study, or even the first class. Then, she was punished by the teacher and bullied and ridiculed by her classmates.

Even though she has good grades, few children are willing to be friends with her.

Later, I thought about it, most of the reason why she lived such a miserable elementary school was attributed to Wang Guifang's "exercise" for her.

Wang Guifang doesn't understand these.

The surprise of rebirth faded away, and Cheng An was actually a little overjoyed. She didn't want to have a meaningless verbal dispute with Wang Guifang. She carried a snakeskin bag and walked to the kitchen laundry table.

Unexpectedly, Wang Guifang frowned and opened her mouth and cursed, "Wait a minute, where are you going to wash? So much coal ash! Then, the washing will be black and dirty everywhere. Don't you have any brains? You won't take it to the riverside to wash!"

Cheng Zuolin couldn't see it, glanced at Cheng An and advised, "Oh, do you have something to say, what are you scolding her for doing?"

"Aren't I talking about it? Where did I scold her?" Wang Guifang glared, not angry.

Seeing this, Cheng Zuolin was about to be treated, he hurriedly comforted him with kind words.

“…”

Cheng An's dark eyes swept across the two of them lightly, took the basin and washing clothes, and left with a snakeskin bag.

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The Dragon Boat Festival is here, I wish you all a happy Dragon Boat Festival! Have delicious rice dumplings and salted duck eggs!

Then, roll around and be cute and ask for collection!
Chapter completed!