Crossover boy farming

The rice in the field is just about to be weeded.The next morning, Zhang Wuliang left the field early, and when he passed Aunt Cuihua's house on his way home at noon, she was stopped by her: "Da Niu, congratulations!"

Zhang Wuliang looked puzzled.

Seeing him like that, Aunt Cuihua teased and said, "How do you know I'm going to be a father? Are you so happy?"

Only then did Zhang Wuliang realize what she was talking about, and he smiled: "Happy..."

Aunt Cuihua was amused by his naivety: "Your child will be silly when he hears that he is going to be a father, just like your big brother."

"Hey," Zhang Wuliang didn't refute: "By the way, auntie, how do you know?"

Aunt Cuihua joked: "How do I know, your mother is all over the village early in the morning looking for people to catch old hens, saying that she wants to make up for her pregnant son, let alone me, now the whole village is afraid. I know your husband is pregnant."

"Ah?" Zhang Wuliang's face was a little embarrassing. The story of these two couples is well known in the village. It's really...

"Don't be shy, this is a happy event." Aunt Cuihua said, "We can't wait to be happy."

Zhang Wuliang smiled "hehe", not knowing what to pick up.Carrying the hoe and returning home as if fleeing, put the hoe into the kitchen, only to see Mrs. Zhao alone in the kitchen.

"Xiao Nian is not here?" Zhang Wuliang asked suspiciously.

Aunt Zhao shook her head, glanced outside the door and whispered, "When my mother-in-law came in the morning, she was fine, but then she got angry for some reason, and now she's still sulking in the room."

"Ah?" Zhang Wuliang was not surprised, he hadn't seen Chen Xiaonian get angry in half a year since he married Chen Xiaonian, so he quickly lowered his voice and asked, "Do you know what happened?"

Aunt Zhao shook her head: "How do I know? If I know, I won't make him sulk for a while, and I won't tell him if I ask him. Go and see, it's not good for the child to get angry too much."

"Okay, I'll go and have a look." Zhang Wuliang immediately turned to leave.

"Hey" Mrs. Zhao stopped him, and explained: "It's inevitable that my brother's mood will be a little unstable during pregnancy, you should pay more attention."

"I know, don't worry," Zhang Wuliang said.

Aunt Zhao looked at his back and shook her head, sighing in her heart: It's not easy to conceive in October.

"Xiao Nian?" Zhang Wuliang pushed open the door, saw Chen Xiaonian sitting on the bed with his arms around the quilt and lowered his head, and called out tentatively.

Chen Xiaonian raised his head when he heard the voice, his eyes were red with grievances, and when he saw him coming, his eyes gradually became moist and he was about to cry again.

Zhang Wuliang's heart was sore, he hurried over, held his face, wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and asked softly, "What's the matter? Who made us Xiaonian sad?"

When Chen Xiaonian heard this, he opened his eyes. His two big watery eyes were full of accusations, and he looked straight at him.

Zhang Wuliang's scalp went numb, he didn't expect to have his own business here: "Why, what's the matter?"

"Do you not like me anymore!" Chen Xiaonian's voice was full of accusations, and in the end, it was crying.

Zhang Wuliang yelled wronged: "How could I not like you, I like you the most." Oh my God!He just went to the field for a while, why did the world change after he came back?

"Then you..." Chen Xiaonian sobbed, "Then why did you hide the plums? I haven't been able to find them all morning."

Chen Xiaonian cried again, he felt aggrieved, after sending Eminem away in the morning.Suddenly he wanted to eat sour ones, and remembering the plums he had picked the day before yesterday, he wanted to wash some and taste them, but no matter how hard he looked, he couldn't find them.

"Sure, you hid it!" Chen Xiaonian cried and said, "If you don't feed me, you don't like me anymore."

Zhang Wuliang was about to break out in a cold sweat: "No, no, why wouldn't I not give it to you? I just put it away because I was afraid that you would eat too much at one time and it would be bad for your health."

When Chen Xiaonian heard it, he cried even more sadly: "You, just, just, yes, no, I don't want to." He cried and sobbed and couldn't finish talking.

Zhang Wuliang was so distressed: "Don't cry, don't cry, I'll get it for you now, okay?

Bring them all, eat as much as you want, okay?do not Cry. "

"Let's go together." Chen Xiaonian didn't believe him: "I want to watch you take it."

"Okay, okay, let's go together." Seeing that he had finally stopped crying, Zhang Wuliang quickly helped him wipe off the tears on his face, and pulled him out of the quilt.

Hugging someone from behind to protect him: "Go, I'll take you to get it."

"Yeah." Chen Xiaonian wiped his eyes with his hands, and then went out with him in a good mood.

"Don't cry, be good." Zhang Wuliang coaxed him repeatedly, and took him to the kitchen. He didn't hide the plums, but simply put them in a small basket on the top of the cupboard. Zhang Wuliang reached out and touched them.

Um?How not?Zhang Wuliang looked at it a little further away, and there really wasn't one.

Aunt Zhao was still cooking at the side, seeing the two of them coming out and going straight to the cupboard, she was surprised and asked, "What are you looking for?"

Zhang Wuliang asked: "Mom, have you seen the plums on top?"

"I sent it to Lizhi's house next door." Aunt Zhao said, "Why are you looking for that thing?"

Zhang Wuliang glanced at Chen Xiaonian, feeling that it was over, and said dryly: "Xiaonian wants to eat."

"Hey, my ancestor." Aunt Zhao was so anxious that she didn't even fry the dishes, and turned around with a spatula: "Xiao Nian can't eat plums."

"Ah? Why?" Zhang Wuliang didn't expect her reaction to be so strong, Chen Xiaonian couldn't care less about being sad, and raised his head to look at Aunt Zhao.

"This plum is cold, it's not good for the stomach, how can I eat it if I have a fetal gas..."

Aunt Zhao saw that they still didn't believe them, so she said to Chen Xiaonian very seriously: "I got it, mother." Seeing that she was so determined, Chen Xiaonian had no choice but to agree.But he still wants to eat sour.

Zhang Wuliang couldn't bear to see him look wronged.But the old man had to listen to the words. He thought for a while and asked, "What about the grapes? Are grapes edible?"

"Grapes are fine" Aunt Zhao was still a little worried after she finished speaking, she looked at the two of them and confessed: "Xiao Nian is the first child now, you two don't understand anything, this entrance is especially important, what you want to eat in the future comes first Ask me, do you know?"

"Understood." Zhang Wuliang said solemnly, and Chen Xiaonian also nodded. He is not wronged at all for not eating apricots.

Zhang Wuliang looked at Chen Xiaonian's appearance, smiled and said: "You wait at home for a while, I will go up the mountain and pick some grapes for you."

After hearing what he said, Chen Xiaonian looked up at him, then at the sun outside the window, shook his head and said, "Forget it, you are tired enough after working in the fields all morning, it doesn't matter if I don't eat. "The well-behaved and sensible Chen Xiaonian is back again.

"Fool, I'll be back soon, huh?" Zhang Wuliang patted his head, and went out with the basket, Chen Xiaonian couldn't stop him in time.

Chen Xiaonian looked at the back of Zhang Wuliang leaving, there was still dried mud on his exposed calf, it was obvious that he went to the room to coax himself before he got home, and now he went up the mountain to pick grapes for him non-stop, Chen Xiaonian Suddenly, I felt that I was making trouble for no reason after being angry all morning.

"Fortunately, this man is willing to tolerate himself," he thought, with a warm heart and a happy smile on his face.

Aunt Zhao glanced at her and shook her head amusedly: I think a lot during pregnancy, it's rare to meet a caring person.

Zhang Wuliang didn't pick too many grapes back. One was that he was worried that Chen Xiaonian would not be able to wait, and the other was that the grapes really didn't grow well this time.

Zhang Wuliang thought that they could stay on the vine for one more day, at worst he would pick them every day, Zhang Wuliang thought silently while looking at the happy-eyed people eating.