People have always sympathized with the weak. Sun Baoqin did not marry. People think that Xue Huahua was too heartless. When Sun Baoqin got married, public opinion collapsed, and they accused Sun Baoqin of watery poplars one after another. She couldn't stand loneliness. Xue Huahua listened beside her and didn't interrupt, just like listening to strangers stories.

Gradually, people calmed down and concentrate on the work in their hands.

Female comrades pulled out grass, male comrades digged fields, and cooperated with tacit understanding. As the sun became more and more sunbath, the speed of people's work slowed down. When they heard the loud voice of Lu Jianguo shouting out of work from the hillside, the villagers stopped and shouted at the end of work. Xue Huahua picked up Xixi and dragged the basket to the ridge of the field, and the grass in the ridge was sun. No more water, she put it in a basket, picked up the grass in the field and picked it up for it, and picked it up with Lu Dewen, such as Xixi. After all, Xue Huahua is a woman with limited physical strength. She has no problem with two baskets of hay, and she can't afford to pick two baskets of wet grass.

This is the situation around. The male comrades carried baskets home, and the female comrades were guarding in place. It didn't take long for Lu Dewen to come, "Mom, you and Xixi, wait, I'll pick it back and come right away."

Every family is short of food and firewood. If you don't pick up the grass back to dry in your own yard dam, it will be gone in the afternoon. Lu Dewen is a job of digging fields. After work, he has to return the rake to the safe depository. He ran here, sweating heavily, took the pole, tied the rope of the basket two circles through the pole, and picked it away.

Lu Shuisheng's daughter-in-law looked at it and joked happily, "Germany and gentle, your mother can be relaxed. In previous years, you didn't see it. Your mother couldn't pick it up, so she could only carry it. The basket pressed her back almost to the ground. Who wouldn't scold your brothers one by one..."

Lu Dewen's face was red, he grinned awkwardly, and strode home with a flash of waist.

The sun was shining. Xue Huahua spread out the grass and sat under the shade tree with Xixi in her arms. The children who broke their ears disappeared. On the bare ridge, occasionally one or two birds flew by. Xixi pointed to the direction of the bird flying away and babbled non-stop. Xue Huahua touched his head and taught him softly, "Birds, birds... ."

Xixi is still ah, ah, ah, I don't understand.

Xue Huahua pointed to the grass on the ridge of the field and taught him to read grass, trees, flowers...

After reading around, Xixi couldn't do it. He raised his head, pointed to Lu Dewen who came from a distance and stuttered clearly, "Do work."

Xue Huahua is so happy.

Lu Dewen didn't know what Xue Huahua was happy about. He put down the empty basket and saw Xue Huahua put down Lu Xixi to hold the grass. He quickly stopped him, "Mom, sit down, I'll come."

He stuffed the grass into the basket randomly, compacted it, and it was done in a few beats. He resumed the shoulder pole and talked about Sun Baoqin's second marriage. "Mom, they said that Sun Baoqin had already got along with others, otherwise she would not have been in a hurry to divorce. Her second brother was cuckolded by her, and we have to ask the Sun family for an explanation." Sun Baoqin married an educated youth. The other party has a registered permanent residence in the city and has money and food. It's really makes trouble. Sun Baoqin's second marriage will definitely not last long. You can quietly discuss with the Sun family first and ask for more grain back. He thinks this method is good.

He walked fast in the basket. He hadn't heard Xue Huahua's voice for a long time. He turned around and took Xixi and pinched the tip of wild vegetables while walking. He refused to be idle for a little time. Thinking of his aunt's words, he felt depressed. "Mom, Third Sister cooked ready and wait. Let's go home for dinner first."

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