Rebirth Autumn Returns to the Countryside

Lao Zhou: "I understand, I understand everything!"

Don't talk, +2.

Lao Zhou was crying, or maybe it was because of his saliva, anyway, his face was covered with mud.

"Okay, wuwu, you are so cruel! Wuwu, don't look for me in the future. I won't want you when you are old. Wuwu——"

Poor Ding Guihua turned to look at her daughter.

"Snap!" Leng Yanqiu snapped his right fingers.

Zhenbang jumped away reluctantly, causing Lao Zhou to scream again.

The melon-eating warrior who was peeking around the corner said: "Am I right? Fortunately, I didn't ask you to join in the fun, right? The girl from the Leng family is very powerful. Look, look, no matter if it's the biological father or the stepfather, their legs are all broken and they can't get up, right?"

But unexpectedly, the small old man actually stood up tremblingly and was able to take a few steps.

That’s not all. After Lao Zhou wiped his face and sat in the windshield of the electric bike, he put a black rubber band behind his head, which warmed his neck. Then he put on a big helmet, wrapping his whole body tightly. He started the electric bike, turned his body around, and was still able to communicate verbally.

"Ding Guihua, go get your things as soon as possible, it's too late..."

Leng Yanqiu: "Throw them all away and feed them to the dogs!"

Awesome: Is it delicious? ┗|｀O′|┛Ah~~

Lao Zhou's electric bike rushed out with a "whoosh", and after twisting the handlebars a few times, he finally straightened it. Soon, a few exclamations were heard from the corner, and then it quickly became quiet.

Ding Guihua's eyes showed a look of dementia. The story developed a little too fast. Was she really - not going to serve Zhou's family anymore?

Some people say: Men cannot have money and women cannot have leisure time. This makes sense.

Idleness breeds troubles. Take Ding Guihua for example. Let her sit there and take a rest. She keeps talking and her few brain cells are working like crazy: "What if your grandparents hear about it? Your uncle, second uncle, and younger uncle, and your aunt, second aunt, and younger aunt will laugh at me... What will the villagers think? We live in the same village as the Leng family..."

Leng Yanqiu's ears were buzzing. She really didn't understand why she cared so much about what others thought. Let them see it however they wanted. She wasn't going to eat at their house, so why should she care about other people's opinions?

Since she is free, let her be busy.

Leng Yanqiu threw down the half-cooked lunch in the back room and shouted, "I don't know how to cook—"

Ding Guihua's brain cells immediately stopped working frantically. She moved her legs rapidly and blamed herself: "Oh, how could I forget? Aren't I supposed to serve my daughter? Go and learn quickly. Let me do all the cooking from now on!"

The meat in the refrigerator is still thawing, and I have already put it on the chopping board and cut a few slices of different thicknesses and sizes; the staple food is still the hard steamed buns, which are not steamed through; the porridge is too thick and the bottom is starting to burn...

Ding Guihua was so busy that she took off her black down coat without realizing it. She would run into the greenhouse several times while cooking, and she did everything by herself.

Finally, Leng Yanqiu enjoyed a family dinner of four dishes and a soup, and he didn't even feel annoyed by Ding Guihua's nagging.

"How can we live without onions, ginger and garlic? There are not enough seasonings for cooking. How can meat taste good after being frozen in the refrigerator for too long? Move the gas stove to my room. The smoke and fire will affect your studies. From now on, this room will be used exclusively for studying and sleeping..."

"Okay, it's up to you."

Ding Guihua is really happy when she is busy. The older generation calls this a "life of hard work."

She is really good at housework. Except for moving large objects where she needs Leng Yanqiu's help, Ding Guihua does everything else by herself. She never cries when she is busy, and you can even hear her humming a few lines of the unclear tune of the lyrics from time to time.

In one afternoon, the windows were clean and tidy, the old-fashioned tables and chairs had their patina rubbed off, and Leng Yanqiu's sheets, quilt covers, and pillowcases were all brand new, so she didn't dare to lie down there casually.

All the kitchen utensils in the back room were moved away, and the washing machine was moved next door. Only a water dispenser in the outer room made occasional noises. It took some time to get used to it.

Leng Yanqiu was also planning something bad, and pretended not to see Ding Guihua approaching him several times, with a shopping bag in her hand.

Seeing her daughter flipping through a book seriously, Ding Guihua, who liked to work but was a little afraid to go outside and face gossip, finally equipped herself with a fearless attitude, packed herself tightly and went out to purchase.

In fact, the gossip and embarrassing things of a certain person or family are far less important to other people. Ding Guihua went home with a chill in her heart and arranged the things she had purchased. The sound of her humming became lighter.

The room she lived in was really warm! Ding Guihua suddenly realized why she felt warm even though she didn't want to turn on the electric heater.

During the time she was away, the furnace of the iron stove in the back room had already burned red, and the radiators in the inner and outer rooms outside had also heated up. Although it was just a crude heater, it was very effective.

Before, I was often not at home and couldn't take care of lighting the stove. It was very troublesome to make a fire every day, so the coal blocks and heating stove I bought were completely idle.

Leng Yanqiu said to Ding Guihua with a look of disdain: "Anyway, I won't care anymore. I have to think about adding water, refilling coal, and turning off the stove. My hands are covered with black ash. It's troublesome!"

Ding Guihua was feeling the temperature of the radiator in Leng Yanqiu's room, smiling with her almond-shaped eyes curved: "What's the trouble? Leave it to me, just study with peace of mind, and tell me what you want to eat or drink."

I think it's very useful in this home.

It could be even more useful.

Leng Yanqiu waved her phone and said, "I've signed you up. You can go learn to drive tomorrow and buy a car after you pass the driving test."

What kind of nonsense is this? Ding Guihua couldn't figure it out.

"Why, why did you learn to drive? Who is learning?"

"You! I'm not old enough!" Leng Yanqiu looked regretful.

Ding Guihua held her head with one hand, as if she was worried that it would fall. Since she returned home with her daughter, she has been worried about it at any minute.

"Me, learning to drive a car?" Fortunately, he held his head with one hand. The amplitude and frequency of the shaking were indeed dangerous. "Qiu'er, don't make fun of me. Me? Driving a car?"

It's hard to imagine! A rural woman drives a car, "thump thump thump" and "beep thump", stops the car, takes out a broom, mop, bucket and detergent, and does housework?

Leng Yanqiu looked sad: "But I really envy other classmates whose parents drive them to school. When it's cloudy, rainy, snowy, hailing, or there's a northwest wind or a sandstorm, I'm the only one who has no one to pick me up and no car to ride in. Sigh!"

Ding Guihua: ...

Leng Yanqiu: "It's OK now that my home is close. I'll go back and forth when I go to high school in the city. Oh, high school has evening self-study and has to finish school at 10 o'clock. What time will I get home? Can I still go to high school?"

Ding Guihua: "You have to go to high school! Isn't it just learning how to drive? I will learn! I will learn it to death!"

He spoke with gritted teeth and clenched fists.