Crossing House has a virtuous wife

Before he knew it, it was getting dark, and a lot of polished rice had been beaten. Chen Jing stopped, it was time to cook.

"Husband, let's do it tomorrow. You first give Xiaobao a bath, that little guy's face is dark." Chen Jing went to fetch a basin of water, scooped up a handful of water and splashed it on her face, which was very comfortable and cold. Yes, I'm sticky all over my body after a day's work.His hands are a little sore today, every time he hits the rice, he has only done less than a third of the work, and he will continue to hit it tomorrow.

Yang Yi listened to Chen Jing's words, and while answering the words, he took a handful of polished rice to beat Chen Jing's way. This thing is not very technical, and it can be used at any time. Yang Yi thought, tomorrow he will exchange rice with Chen Jing. Change.

Chen Jing was washing her face, and heard the sound of rice milling again. He knew that her husband must be doing it. He was really like Xiaobao, who wanted to try everything, and rice milling was not so easy.

After wiping off the water from her face, Chen Jing lifted her face and said to Yang Yi, "Husband, be careful, don't get hit."

But obviously it was too late for Chen Jing to remind, Yang Yi was already holding his right hand and dancing.

"Well, why didn't you say it earlier, it hurts to death, it hurts to death," Yang Yi squeezed his right hand tightly and screamed, his index finger connected to his heart, it really hurt him to death, just now he was too hard When I hit my index finger on the iron hook, the instant pain felt like an arrow hit my heart. I didn't feel this pain when I died in my previous life.

When Yang Yi called out, Chen Jing walked up to Yang Yi in three or two steps, holding Yang Yi's hand, Chen Jing took Yang Yi's left hand away from his right hand, bowed her head and covered her warm mouth. Caught Yang Yi's injured finger.

"Hmm," Yang Yi, who originally wanted to call him something, opened his mouth slightly, completely forgetting that he wanted to continue calling him hurt.

The tip of the warm tongue kept sweeping across the red knuckles, the pain quickly subsided, and a strange yet familiar feeling burst out from the bottom of Yang Yi's heart.

Yang Yi withdrew his finger all of a sudden, if the joke continued, he would punish Chen Jing on the spot.

"Hey, that doesn't hurt anymore, I don't hurt anymore." Yang Yi said embarrassingly touching his head.

"It doesn't hurt as long as it doesn't hurt. Don't mess with this thing. You will always hit it with a novice." Chen Jing said with a smile, rubbing Yang Yi's head with his big hand. His husband is really cute. Just now because of The painful and slightly pale face is now flushed, pink and tender, and I really want to take a bite, but it's better for him to bear it in case the husband becomes angry from embarrassment.

Yang Yi shook off the hand that was making trouble on his head, a man can touch anywhere except his head, and he is not as tall as Chen Jing, so he will definitely be shorted by Chen Jing, but Chen Jing also said that he was hit However, it turned out that he wasn't stupid alone.

"Then you have been bumped into too." Yang Yi asked, if Chen Jing also bumped into it, it means that he has no talent, but that he has not done enough. Practice makes perfect, Yang Yi is still very confident in continuing to work tomorrow.

"Daddy, Mu, what are you doing, Xiaobao's finger hurts too," the little fat man didn't know what the two adults were doing, why did Ahmu eat Daddy's finger, but it looked very comfortable, and Xiaobao also felt very uncomfortable. want to try.

"You also bumped into your hand," Chen Jing asked.

Xiaobao shook his head, he didn't hit it.

"Look at your little hands are black and dirty, let your father wash them for you." Chen Jing looked at Xiaobao who was shaking his head and said.

"Obviously Daddy's hands are also very dirty," Xiaobao said dissatisfied, E-Mu loved Daddy even more, and didn't love him anymore, Xiaobao drooped his little head and was sad.

"Little guy, you are not injured. If Xiaobao is also injured, can E-Mu help Xiaobao too?" Seeing her son's depression, Chen Jing said, rubbing Xiaobao's hairy little head.

Chen Jing boiled a large pot of hot water and poured it into a large wooden basin. Then he was going to make dinner, and Xiao Bao handed it over to Yang Yi to wash.

"Husband, you have to wash quickly. Don't let Xiaobao play in the water for too long, or he will catch a cold." After finishing speaking, Chen Jing left the main room and went to the kitchen.

"Don't move, little fat man, the water is scalding hot, daddy will fetch some cold water for you." Yang Yi said, taking a small wooden basin to fetch clean water.

After Yang Yi poured cold water to test the temperature, he stripped the little fat man naked, and his fleshy body was exposed. After being stripped naked, the little guy stretched his foot into the big wooden basin.

"Hot, hot, hot..." The little fat man retracted his white and tender little feet all at once.

Yang Yi felt that it wasn't hot anymore, so he tried it again, and it wasn't very hot, probably because the little guy's skin was too tender.

Yang Yi poured some cold water into the big wooden basin again, and the little fat man sat down, the water was splashed out in large pieces, the little fat man was very excited, his little hands kept patting the water, and more water was splashed out .

"Little fat man, what are you doing? It depends on what you use to wash when the water is gone," Yang Yi put down the wooden basin and shouted quickly, the water in the wooden basin would run out after a few strokes.

Yang Yi took the cloth towel and wiped it on one side, and on the other side, the little fat man giggled, after washing the little fat man's body, Yang Yi gently rubbed the little fat man's feet, When it was time to rub the soles of his feet, the little fat man almost jumped up, and even laughed out loud, and his little feet shrank back into the water all at once.

"Daddy, itchy, itchy." The little fat man shouted out of breath.

After washing Xiaopang's hands, Yang Yi felt that it was almost done. Anyway, Xiaopang took a bath every day, and he was not dirty except for sweat. When he was done, Yang Yi stood up. He didn't feel it just now, but now he stood up and realized that his old waist was hard. , knocked twice casually.

"Okay, little fat man, get up, the water is already cold, if you keep soaking, you should catch a cold." Yang Yi fished the little fat man out of the tub and put him on the big chair.

"There is still water, Daddy and Xiaobao still have to wash." The little fat man immediately refused.

"Be obedient, today's wash is finished, and tomorrow can be washed." Yang Yi promised.

Soon a fresh and tender meat bun was wrapped in clothes. After putting on the little fat man's shoes, Yang Yi first poured some water out of a small wooden basin, and then took the big wooden basin to the corner of the courtyard where the vegetables were planted, and put the already The cold bath water is under the loofah vines. Now there is no water in the creek. The water at home is brought by Chen Jing from the village early in the morning. Even the clothes have to be washed in the big stream in front of the village. Now Save water.

The next day Yang Yi watched Chen Jing in the hut, and took out a large bamboo plaque, three meters wide and five meters long, and Chen Jing spread it in front of the house door, holding a broom Scanned twice.After the sun came out, Chen Jing shook the bamboo plaque on the grass a few times, and then took the bamboo plaque to the other side. Chen Jing said that it was to dry the bugs away, so that the polished rice that was threshed yesterday and today was removed from the threshing. Use a dustpan in the rice machine to get it into the bamboo basket.

"Husband, come and help first." He used to be able to carry it out of the door by himself, but now that there is one in his stomach, Chen Jing paid a lot of attention, for fear of hurting the little guy in his stomach with too much strength.

Chen Jing and Yang Yi carried a basket of polished rice to the bamboo plaque. Chen Jing was holding a rice turner made of a long bamboo pole. The other end of the thing was made of wood. Comb, he quickly spread the polished rice evenly on top.

For two and a half days, all the polished rice at home was knocked down. The rice that was supposed to be able to grind nine deniers was now only seven deniers, because a lot of polished rice grains were dropped during the typhoon last time.Yang Yi and Chen Jing bundled those poles together and piled them into the firewood house. There was not much firewood at home. Chen Jing said that there would be a lot of dry firewood on the mountain in autumn, and a lot of them would be chopped Firewood for the winter.

At that time, the rice threshing machine was sent by the two sons of the village chief. This time, it was Chen Jing and Yang Yi who sent the rice threshing machine back. Jing said that she plans to make one for her own home, but it is very difficult to make custom-made iron hooks. Chen Jing has been preparing for three years. If she can get some this year, she can make a rice grinder.

The two of them took the little fat man out while he was asleep. The village chief's family had already started harvesting the polished rice. They started harvesting yesterday, and the polished rice is now golden. Although they can wait for six or seven days, but When the village chief knew that Chen Jing had taken back the polished rice, he slapped the table and waited. He was afraid that it would be the same as two years ago. Chen Jing said that he should take it back early to rest assured that it might rain, but there was no one in the village. According to him, in the end, the polished rice in most people's homes was soaked in the rain until it became moldy.

"Brother Jing, your family's polished rice is ready, your hands and feet are really fast, Yang Yi, you are always willing to come out of the house, that's how it should be, a good house should be supported by you alone , My brother wants to hurt himself." The village chief said with a smile, holding a dry pipe, he is a bit old, and there are many sons in the family, so he decides most of the housework, and his sons do it.

"Village Chief, you are right. I will love my brother. You see, I have already learned how to work. I won't let my brother work when I have learned it." Yang Yi said with a smile.

The next night, Yang Yi made a pound of boiled white meat, and Chen Jing took half of the boiled white meat to the village chief's house. Still very caring, the village chief doesn't care about those trivial things, but if it really goes too far, the village chief will come out to intervene.

"Xiao Bao, do you know when you look at the polished rice? If a bird comes to the rice, drive it away with a bamboo pole, do you know?" Chen Jing said to Xiao Bao who was sitting at the gate of the yard.

"Okay, Mu, Xiaobao has already seen it yesterday." Xiaobao replied while sitting on the threshold.Holding a bamboo more than one meter long with a strip of cloth tied on top, he said.

All the miscellaneous things in the yard were tidied up. Yang Yi was lying on the chair in the main room. His body had finally given up and he was tired. Although Chen Jing would rub him at night, his whole body was sore. Yang Yi felt that it would take at least ten days before he recovered, just like when he suddenly ran for several thousand meters before, his whole body was so weak that even his calves could tremble when he walked.

"My husband, Xiaobao, is at the door. Watch carefully. I'll do the laundry." Chen Jing held the clothes she changed from yesterday in her hand. He looked in front of Yang Yi, who was drooping his head, and stretched out his hand to touch Yang Yi's forehead. , I didn’t have a fever, it seems that I’m tired, it’s the first time my husband has done so much work, it seems that I was careless, I will go to see Dr. Li tomorrow, and get some medicine to supplement my husband.

When Yang Yi was lying down and was about to sleep in a daze, he suddenly seemed to hear the cry of the little fat man. Yang Yi woke up suddenly and patted his dizzy head. Cover up clean.

"Daddy, Daddy, it's getting dark, it's getting dark, quickly take Mimi back." The little fat man shouted the dark cloud that floated over.

"It's dark, it's going to rain, little fat man is going, daddy wants to take Mimi back home, otherwise it will all get wet, and all this year will be in vain." Yang Yi jumped up and shouted, He ran outside the yard, quickly picked up a corner of the bamboo plaque, and shook it vigorously. After shaking all four corners, the polished rice grains were piled up into a thick pile. Yang Yi remembered that Chen Jing would still be there. After shaking, pull the corner of the bamboo plaque and pull it in, so that the dustpan can be directly installed.

Their family dried two bamboo plaques today, and all the polished rice was dried outside the yard. In the morning, Yang Yi heard from Chen Jing that he would come again tomorrow after drying today, and the polished rice could be put into the warehouse. If it was wet by the rain at this time If not, these polished rice will be worthless, and the taste will also deteriorate.

Yang Yi took the dustpan and put it on the bamboo plaque, quickly put the polished rice into the dustpan, picked it up and poured it into the small bamboo frame, soon a small bamboo frame was full, and after filling two frames, Yang Yi put them Hug it close to the main room and pour it into the big bamboo frame. After going back and forth four or five times, the polished rice on one of the bamboo plaques was left sparse, and the little fat man was holding a small dustpan to pack it.Yang Yi was too lazy to care about that, he still wanted to get the polished rice on another bamboo plaque, Yang Yi mentally prayed not to eat it, don't put it down, just wait, wait, he will be healed soon.

Can it hear Yang Yi's prayers this day? After Chen Jing saw the sky darken, he carried his clothes and walked back, but when he passed the village chief's rice field, he was called to help. There is only some left in the polished rice field of the village chief’s house. If you hurry up, you may be able to take all the polished rice home and put it away before it rains, otherwise it will become moldy when it is rained. Chen Jing looked at the direction of the house. Finally, he put down the bamboo basket in his hand, went down to the ground, picked up the sickle and cut it up. The sons of the village chief were carrying large bundles of polished rice and piled them on the ox cart.