Chapter 5770 Explanation
Changping Village.
Bingbing spent most of the next day in a daze. He was absentmindedly cutting rapeseeds in the field all day long, and almost grazed his hand with the sickle twice.
My mind kept recalling the scene of lunch earlier. The woman was squatting aside and waiting for the two of them to eat their papers, and from time to time poured a bowl of tea over to them.
He ate absent-mindedly, and until they finished eating and she cleared away the dishes and went back, she didn’t mention a word about the previous fight between the siblings, let alone the time he hit her waist with a ponytail. Son.
Until I finished work and went home in the evening, everything was as usual at home, and my sister in the house didn't cry anymore.
After dinner, they casually fooled each other and went back to the house. Bingbing was still worried. He didn’t believe that the woman would really be so generous. He might have complained to his father in front of him on the field ridge at noon, so he could complain privately to his father at night. No one could point out that she would file a lawsuit. She was the one who brought Sister Huahua here, and her affection was naturally better than that of her stepson.
The more Bingbing thought about it, the more irritated he became. He simply got up and sneaked to the back of his father and stepmother's house, leaning against the gap under the window to listen to what was going on inside.
Dad was washing his feet, and the woman was squatting next to him, waiting for him to wash his feet. The two of them chatted about working in the fields.
“... Taking advantage of the beautiful weather and the bright sunshine these days, I plan to cut the rapeseeds and take them to the threshing floor at the south end of the village to dry them for a few days. During the day, I met Uncle Li Zheng, you agreed with me and arranged an open space for our family. When it is drying, we will take advantage of the situation and pack it in bags. We will have rapeseed oil all year round, and you don’t need to put away much oil for cooking. And calculated.”
Ping'er smiled: "Yeah, I've been busy these days, and life is really tight. A little girl can't be counted as a hard worker, and Bingbing is growing up. I can still do some embroidery work, and in the fields I am also a show-off. The burden of food, clothing and food for this family falls on your shoulders. There is no oil or water in the dishes, and you can't put any effort into it. I feel worried when I look at it. "
Zhou Sheng grabbed Ping'er's hand, "Don't worry, I have a lot of strength! It will be fine when the rapeseed oil is ground later, and the wheat will be ripe soon, so we can all have a full stomach."< br>
Qing'er nodded, "When the time comes, I'll give you fried pancakes to eat. Bingbing and his sisters all like to eat them."
Bingbing listened with pricked ears outside, a little puzzled.
Co-authored: Are these two couples discussing how to live their lives? Why haven't you complained yet?
Just as this thought crossed my mind, Ping'er's low cry suddenly came from the room.
Bingbing quickly squinted his eyes and looked in. It turned out that his father had finished washing his feet, and his stepmother poured him foot washing water. When he stood up with the basin, something happened, and the basin in his hand fell to the ground. Water splashed all over the floor.
"Ping'er, what's wrong with you? What's wrong with your waist?" Zhou Sheng quickly got up from the stool and helped Ping'er aside.
Ping'er's face looked a little pale, she rubbed her lower back with one hand and gasped.
Outside the window, Bingbing’s fingers were tightly grasping the edge of the window, and his whole body was tense.
What is coming is coming, and you can’t even hide.
Ping'er just shook her head, "It's okay, maybe I was too hasty to get up earlier and my waist flashed."
When Zhou Sheng heard this, he couldn't help but worry. A little blamed: "You are such an adult, Get up slowly. You won’t have to wash my feet in the future. I’m not an official and I don’t need to wait on you.” You raise the whole family," Ping'er said.
Zhou Sheng smiled heartily, "Haha, I love hearing this. You go and lie down on the bed. I will clean up the floor."
...
Bingbing quietly retreated to his room and didn't sleep well all night. The next day, Yang Ruoqing came over to see Ping'er and found Ping'er lying on the bed.
"Why are you lying on the bed in broad daylight? Is there any discomfort in your body?" Yang Ruoqing asked.
Ping'er smiled bitterly and whispered to Yang Ruoqing what happened after yesterday.
After hearing this, Yang Ruoqing couldn't help but feel anxious.
“Why don’t you ask the doctor to take a look?”
“It’s a small thing, it’s no use.”
“What a small thing? The waist is a vital part, you lie down "Come down, let me show you the head office?"
Ping'er lay down obediently and let Yang Ruoqing lift up her clothes to check her back.
Although Ping'er is now a peasant woman, her hands have become rough due to years of housework, but her body is still thin and tender, and her smooth and fair skin is suddenly bruised after being hit so hard by a small wooden stick.
Some places are still green with black spots, and it hurts just to look at them.
"Yeah, there's a big bruise. This young man is really strong, so his attack must have been too heavy." Yang Ruoqing was shocked and angry.
Ping'er smiled bitterly: "You can't blame him. He didn't want to hit me. I just got in on it myself."
Fortunately, this hit hit me. Huahua's postpartum body will definitely not be able to bear it.
Yang Ruoqing shook her head, "You, you really owed these siblings in your last life, and you are here to pay off your debts in this life. Lie down, and I will give you some medicine for bruises."
"Yes. , thank you Qing'er "
"Hey, are you still saying these things to me? Just lie down and I'll wash your hands first."
Soon, the medicine dissolved in the water, giving off a faint musky smell. The children were floating around the room.
"Qing'er, why do you still carry the medicine for bruises with you?" Ping'er folded her arms and rested them on the pillow, resting her head on her arms and looking sideways at Yang Ruoqing.
Yang Ruoqing took a piece of the melted ointment with her fingers and spread it in her palm. She leaned over and rubbed Ping'er's lower back gently.
Wisps of clarity penetrated into the skin, and the original burning pain was diluted to a great extent.
"The medicine I carry with me is not only for injuries caused by bruises, but also for sores, anti-inflammatory medicine, and some other common medicines."
The gentle movements between the fingers continued, Yang Ruoqing and Ping Please explain patiently.
“It’s not just me, my Tang Yazi is the same, and even my daughter is the same. There is nothing we can do, we are used to beating and beating, and we have become sick for a long time!”
(End of this chapter)