Crossing House has a virtuous wife

Chen Jing lit the oil lamp, poured water from a large wooden bucket from under the eaves, washed the bamboo leaves, and made noodle soup for her husband and Xiaobao in the evening. They both ate a lot at noon yesterday.

Take out the large intestine that was put in the salt water last night, put it in clean water to feed it, and fry a large intestine with black bean paste and garlic. My husband always calls the mashed earthy egg mashed garlic.

There is already a strong wind outside now, and the noise outside the house is so loud that Yang Yi wonders if the house will be blown away. It is obviously sunny at noon, which was not good in ancient times. No one reported the typhoon in advance.

"Chen Jing, will our house be blown down?" Yang Yi said worriedly.

"Husband, don't worry. Our house is pretty solid. There was a typhoon two years ago. It's not all right. Nothing will happen. Don't worry." Chen Jing sat on the side of the stove and lit a fire, and the light of the fire reflected Chen Jing's picture. With a masculine face, Yang Yi felt that Chen Jing was so fucking handsome, this person was his favorite.

"Daddy, I'm afraid," the little fat man sat peacefully on Yang Yi's lap, and would have played on the side earlier.

"Little chicken, Daddy chicken ran in." The little fat man pointed to the little pheasant that was broken from the threshold and got in through a small gap. The eight little chickens are still alive. It should be windy and rainy outside today. , the little pheasant under the eaves independently wanted to find a safe place.

After the eight-child pheasant got into the house, it spread its small wings and waved, shaking off the water on its body, and Chen Jing got up and drove the chick to the pile of leaves for the fire in the stove, where the chick scrambled. After a few moments, he stayed there quietly.

Although Chen Jing had explained it, Yang Yi was still very nervous after seeing the tragic appearance of those typhoons in his previous life.

I ate a large bowl of large intestine mixed noodles, which tasted very good, even the little fat man ate more than usual.

"It's so windy outside Chen Jing, our room will definitely get wet," Yang Yi said, and now the water blown by the typhoon outside can still rush into the house from the small hole.

"If it's always windy, I'll sleep here. In Eminem's room, just put a bedding on it," Chen Jing said.

"This is not good, Yang Yi remembers that the owner of this body, Mu, has just died less than a month ago. If he knew that he took his son's body, would he come and strangle him in the middle of the night?" Yang Yiguang felt horrible when he thought about it. In the past, he didn't believe in those ghosts, but now he has caught up with time travel, is there really no such thing, Yang Yi is already skeptical.

"If the wind is a little weaker, we'll go there." Chen Jing looked at Yang Yi with flickering eyes and said, his husband didn't dare to live here.

Finally, after the wind subsided a little, the family of three walked through the already wet corridor and returned to the room.

Yang Yi was lying on the bed and couldn't sleep at all, the wind was blowing outside, he was afraid that the house would collapse when he closed his eyes.Although the little fat man had already fallen asleep, he was still afraid, but those fleshy little fat hands were tightly grasping Yang Yi's lapel, and Yang Yi had always held the little fat man in his arms.

Chen Jing, who was already asleep, was awakened by the sound of a gust of wind, and he realized that Yang Yi hadn't fallen asleep yet.

"Husband hasn't slept yet," Chen Jing said in a low voice.

"I can't sleep," Yang Yi said, although he wanted to sleep very much, but as soon as the wind blew, Yang Yi would wake up again, playing those riddled cities and collapsed houses after the typhoon passed in his mind, All the strong houses in the previous life collapsed, not to mention that there is no concrete house in this life.In fact, he really wanted to forget all of this and go to sleep. It would be great if nothing happened when he woke up tomorrow morning, but the more he wanted to forget, the clearer his mind became.

"Don't be afraid that you'll be fine." Chen Jing stretched out her hand, and found that Yang Yi was still holding Xiaobao. Although the husband would hug Xiaobao when he was sleeping these days, when the two fell asleep, they would automatically be at peace. Lie down on the bed, Xiaobao didn't let go today, Chen Jing carefully loosened Xiaobao's tight hands, Xiaobao turned around and lay down, Chen Jing knew that Xiaobao had relaxed.

Chen Jing's hand patted Yang Yi's back slowly and lightly, and Yang Yi slowly fell asleep.When Chen Jing put down her hands, Xiao Bao turned around and crawled into Chen Jing's arms. Chen Jing smiled and gently touched his son's little head. The little guy rubbed against his chest and murmured After saying "Daddy" twice, he found a place he liked and fell asleep again.

This night Yang Yi didn't sleep very well, maybe because he was thinking day by day and dreaming at night, Yang Yi kept dreaming that he was running, and the room behind him kept pressing down from both sides.

Chen Jing got up just after dawn in the morning. He wanted to go to the field early to have a look. After putting the polished rice in the pot, he set it on a high fire in the stove. After the water boiled, Chen Jing drank half a bowl of rice soup.

"Husband, husband, wake up, I want to go to the field first, don't take Xiaobao out today, you will fall if it's slippery outside, you know?" Chen Jing put on the coir raincoat and scooped up the grass after she was sure that Yang Yi had listened. Going to the field with a hoe and braving the light rain, the wind yesterday had an impact on both the polished and coarse rice in the field. The coarse rice is fine because it is stronger, but the polished rice is different. It is likely to be blown down by the wind as soon as it is blown, which is the worst case scenario.

Yang Yi heard what Chen Jing said in a daze, because he didn't sleep well last night, he soon fell asleep again.

When Chen Jing walked into the milled rice field, she heard a burst of crying. He knew it was Zhang Xing's elder brother named Zhang Le in the village. The man left last year, leaving only him and his son at home. The two of them depended on this acre of land to live. When Chen Jing finished planting her own field, she helped this brother who had never planted the land at all.

Chen Jing looked at his own polished rice field. Although a small part of it was still good, at least two and a half acres of polished rice had been pressed into the field, and it rained last night, too much rain still accumulated. in the ground.The pressed polished rice is soaked in water.

"It's useless, Zhang Le, to cry. It's better to drain the water out of the ground as soon as possible. If it's done well, there may be some harvest." Chen Jing said to Zhang Le who was still sitting on the ground and was soaked all over. He can't help for a while, so he can at most give a little advice because he can rely on it.

"Is there really any harvest? I'll get it right away." Zhang Le came out with an umbrella, not even a hoe.

"You'd better get up first, go back and change your clothes, what if your child falls down, remember to put on your coir raincoat and come out, bring your hoe, and then make a hole in the ridge of the field to let the water in the field flow away. "Chen Jing said, because she is good-looking and favored by her husband, she can't do the work in the field at all. Once the pillars of the family fall, life will be completely in trouble. The good land where the mother can produce polished rice, and the house will be taken away by his brother's brother.

Zhang Le got up from the ground and stumbled home. He knew that Chen Jing didn't talk much in the village, and he looked fierce, but he was really kind. After his husband passed away, how many brothers in the village were watching His joke is that no one will help him at all. He never thought that when he was planting polished rice, Chen Jing, who had always been taciturn, would be willing to help him. When he collected the money from the sale, the god actually let his one-acre milled rice collapse more than half, and only that lonely small piece of land was still standing.

Although the water on the small canal in the field is full, and some of it flows back into the polished rice field through the gap dug out, the water in the small canal will soon decrease. If one or two holes are not dug in the polished rice field, then The water in the ground will keep soaking the polished rice. After a long time, the polished rice will be soaked until it germinates and rots. As for whether there will be a harvest, it depends on God. If it doesn’t rain next, then there will be some left , if it continues to rain, it is very likely that there will be no harvest. Chen Jing shook her head, relying on the sky to eat, relying on the sky to eat, even this day is unreliable.

Chen Jing went to the coarse rice field again, and the two acres of land were fine, except for the corn being scraped off, and there was no problem. Chen Jing shoveled off the roots of more than twenty corns with a hoe, and made straw ropes Bundle up the corn and carry it back.

When I got home, I put down the corn stalks, took off my coir raincoat, broke off the corn stalks regardless of whether they were old or young, and put them in the basket. After washing my hands and wiping my face, I went to the room and Xiaobao woke up. , still lying on the bed with a pair of big black eyes open, the husband is still sleeping soundly.

"Xiaobao will go to the house to accompany daddy when he is full, and E-Mu will go out. If your daddy wakes up, tell him not to run outside today. It's slippery outside and you will fall down." Chen Jing said After biting two corn buns, Mi Tang said that there is still a lot of work to be done in the polished rice field.

"Amu Xiaobao knows, and will stay at home obediently." The little fat man shouted happily. He was not blown away by the wind, neither were Daddy and Emu, nor was the house blown away by the strong wind. He was very happy. happy.

Chen Jing walked towards the polished rice field with a lot of bamboo poles thick as thumbs on his back. He wanted to prop up the collapsed milled rice with bamboo poles. If I can get some good polished rice back, at least two deniers of polished rice should be brought back, so that my husband and Xiaobao can have polished rice and polished rice porridge for the next year, although the two in the family now also eat stick noodles, But you can't let them eat this every day.

"Boom, boom, boom." Just when Yang Yi got up and had just had breakfast, there was a knock on the door in the yard. Since Yang Yi came here, there had never been a knock on the door.