boyutpedia Chapter 390 Everyone's Following the Vegetable Growing Trend
Chapter 390 Everyone's Following the Vegetable Growing Trend
"Hey? Aunt Zhang has land to farm?"
Afu couldn't help but ask, and the village chief pointed to the patch of land at Zhang Chunhua's feet and said, "Isn't that that lazy bastard Lai Zi's? It was empty anyway, so he gave it to Zhang Chunhua."
"However, the condition is that if the land is sold for money, it will be considered rent to her."
Afu nodded, thinking that this seemed like a good idea; otherwise, Zhang Chunhua would have no land to cultivate.
Besides, she also has Lin Huaizhi at home who has become somewhat abnormal and needs money for medical treatment and food.
Huang Cuihua saw everyone working busily behind the big tree, and she felt itchy to go and see what was going on, but she couldn't bring herself to do it.
Her eyes lit up when she saw Zhang Chunhua, and she reached out to touch the tender, small green vegetable seedlings. She couldn't help but purse her lips when she saw them:
"How can it possibly survive growing like this? It's so cold; it'll freeze to death!"
Zhang Chunhua assumed she was just making small talk and didn't respond, because she had heard Wen Ziming explain how to grow this vegetable a couple of days ago, and now she was carefully covering the seedling with soil.
Huang Cuihua got bored and, seeing that she was being ignored, simply turned and left.
"Mother, are we really not going to plant some too?"
After returning home, Yang Da asked timidly, feeling that following the Wen family meant he would have meat to eat.
They had planted potatoes before and had a good harvest, which they sold and paid the grain tax. This time, it seems reliable as well.
Moreover, you don't have to deal with the seedlings yourself; you can just pick them up and plant them in the ground!
Huang Cuihua disliked her eldest son the most; he was too simple-minded, especially now that he was siding with outsiders.
He knew perfectly well that his hand had been broken and he had been splashed with water when he went to Wen Muchuan and his group to ask for money last time!
"You little tagalong! Don't you have a brain? It's so cold now, how can you possibly grow any vegetables?"
She flung her sleeves and stormed into the house. Yang Da watched her retreating figure, scratching his head. "Isn't the greenhouse supposed to keep things warm? How come it can't grow anything..."
When Qiu Fen came out of the house, she saw Yang Da, who looked rather sullen, grabbing her sleeve and pulling her towards the yard.
"What are you doing, honey?" Yang asked loudly as they reached the outside of the courtyard wall.
Qiu Fen glanced at the door and whispered, "Go find Uncle Wen and get some vegetable seedlings. I asked Afu to help us set up a greenhouse on the plot of land next to the village chief's."
Yang Da was so overjoyed upon hearing this that he almost cried out. Qiu Fen quickly covered his mouth and whispered, "Mother won't be watching over the fields, so you can just plant with peace of mind."
Seeing Yang Da nod with wide eyes, she nudged him, and Yang Da walked away laughing.
Who would have thought that his wife, who usually keeps quiet, is about to do something big!
When they arrived at the field, there weren't many vegetable seedlings left. Seeing his disappointed look, Old Sun simply gave him some.
He happily carried a basket on his back to the field, and by the time he finished planting, it was already evening.
Growing vegetables wasn't tiring at all. When he got home, Huang Cuihua saw that there wasn't a drop of sweat on his face, so she couldn't help but scold him.
"Yang Da! Where have you been slacking off all afternoon?! We're short of firewood at home, why didn't you go chop some?"
She was about to spray her saliva onto Yang Da's face when he took a step back and took the basket from his back to shield himself.
Seeing her endless rant, Yang Da couldn't help but say, "Isn't Gou San'er at home? Why don't we just ask him to go?"
"And the dog is home too, so who can't go?"
The dog named Pala Gouzi is Yang Er. Because he almost choked to death on amniotic fluid at birth, he was given a humble name so that he would be easier to raise.
Gou San'er is three years younger than Yang Er. Both brothers are lazy and greedy, and can't be relied on at all.
However, each of them was so sweet-talking that they completely charmed Huang Cuihua. She didn't like her reliable and capable eldest son and his wife, but she preferred these two who did nothing.
Seeing that he dared to talk back, Huang Cuihua snatched the basket in front of him and threw it at him:
"You've gone too far! How dare you talk back to me!"
She rattled off a string of curse words, and in the end, Old Man Yang couldn't stand it anymore and stopped her.
"Alright! If you speak any louder, the villagers will laugh at us!"
Huang Cuihua then gave up, tugged at her clothes, and went inside to count the wages she had handed over for the Autumn Equinox.
After counting twice to make sure it was correct, she went out of the house, plopped down on a stool, and started eating.
After quickly finishing her business, she threw down the bowl and chopsticks, went back to her room, hugged her money bag to her chest, and went to sleep.
Qiu Fen watched her go inside and a smile played on her lips. When it was time for bed, she placed the oil lamp on the bed and then waved to Yang Da.
"Husband, come quick!"
Her eyes gleamed with a subtle light, and her smile had a slightly mischievous quality.
Yang Da walked to the bedside in a few steps. Qiu Fen patted the bed to signal him to get on, then closed the curtains and took out a money bag from inside the pillowcase.
She carefully poured the silver coins onto the quilt. Yang Da's mouth gaped open so wide it could almost fit an egg when he saw the various sizes of silver coins in front of him.
"Wife! Where...where did you get so much money?"
As he spoke, he raised his hand and rubbed his eyes, seemingly unable to believe what he was seeing.
Qiufen chuckled softly and said, "This is the bonus the workshop gave us. We received seasonal gifts for each solar term."
"Uncle Wen and his family are very kind; they prepare the best food and supplies for our employees."
"I figured even if we cried, we wouldn't get anything from taking it home. Rather than letting those two ungrateful wretches get their hands on it, it's better to exchange it for silver and keep it for ourselves."
Yang Da hadn't expected this, and while touching the silver, he asked, "What will happen if Mother finds out?"
He couldn't help but worry, knowing Huang Cuihua's temperament; she could tear the house down if she found out.
He doesn't care about being beaten or scolded, but his wife is a problem!
"Don't worry, I've already told everyone that if Mom asks, they'll say I didn't work hard enough and didn't get the reward."
Qiu Fen smiled and put the silver into her money bag. The couple huddled together, discussing where to put the silver for the safest place.
A dim oil lamp remained lit over Zhang Chunhua's side for a long time, while a bowl of wild vegetable porridge sat before Lin Huaizhi's bed.
He propped himself up, glanced at it indifferently, then shrank back into bed, clutching his stomach and letting out a sigh.
He had been drinking wild vegetable porridge for three days in a row. The first day was fine, but after that, every day and every meal, he couldn't get a single drop of oil out of his intestines.
It's no exaggeration to say that he had trouble relieving himself in the outhouse, and it's obvious that it was because he hadn't eaten meat.
Zhang Chunhua was sitting by the stove, which still had a few embers, drinking a bowl of wild vegetable porridge with plenty of water added.
After finishing a bowl of porridge, she felt a little better, but she wasn't full at all. So she scooped up some hot water from the pot and drank until she was full.
Thinking she should go to Lin Huaizhi's place to get the dishes to wash, she tidied up casually.
She was delighted to see the oil lamp still burning.
My son! He's finally willing to read! Thank God!
She clasped her hands together outside the door, not wanting to disturb Lin Huaizhi's reading, so she didn't go in. She also left quietly.
Inside the house, Lin Huaizhi was fast asleep, his head covered by the oil lamp, while several mice were happily drinking porridge around the bowl on the table.