C21 Reminiscing Silently in Your Heart

She saw that Yang Liulang was deep in thought as he stared at the ground, and said: "What kind of vegetables do you like? "I usually like to work in the vegetable fields. What leek, bean, and onion. After a few days, I'll plant them in the fields, growing them very quickly."

Yang Liulang laughed: "I am not picky with food, I will eat anything. I can't see that you like to work in the fields. "

Hemai said: "My grandmother is strange too! She said where in the house did girls like to work in the fields? It was a woman's job to do housework. But what can I do about broadcasting some vegetables? I also like to plant some flowers and plants, such as apricot, pear, peach and tree, I like them all. Unfortunately, it's not the time yet, and I can't buy saplings either. "

Yang Liulang said softly as he memorized her words.

Seeing him agree, Hemai only thought that Yang Liulang was not interested in hearing her say these things, and bitterly shut his mouth. Unexpectedly, her casual words had turned into a pleasant surprise for her in the future.

Lunch at noon consisted of porridge and steamed buns. The porridge was cooked in two pots, one pot of red dates and sugar porridge, the other pot of white porridge.

A light breeze blew. The porridge that was scooped out blew in his hand for a while, making it warm and cool. He sprinkled the minced meat and leek into the porridge. It was fresh and smooth, tender and delicious.

Hemai originally thought that these young people would not even like to eat sweets, that red date porridge only cooked in a small pot, but who knew that after the sweet porridge was scooped out, the young people would fight to the end for it?

Madam Qin had fried two extra dishes, scallion and scrambled eggs. This was a genuine meat dish, and the other was an eggplant with sauce, so it was very appetizing.

The young people were full, by the time the day ended, the work on the roof was done, so Yang Liulang brought a few people and left the hut, only three or four young people were left to build walls beside the stove.

Hemai originally thought that if the wives of Aunt Faang were able to see better, they would probably not be able to come for the past two days. Unexpectedly, with a flower handkerchief in her hands, Aunt Faang ran towards Hemai with her plump body swaying.

"Yo, Hemai, your house is still working, ya, has this roof been fixed?" Aunt Faang shouted in surprise when she saw the brand-new roof.

The young men who were working on the walls in the house looked out and saw that it was a middle-aged lady, so they all turned their heads away.

"It's done. It'll be done by day." Hemai replied warmly, she did not even raise her head.

"Is this for a kitchen? "Oh my god, how much silver will it cost?" The Aunt Faang said with a pained heart, "Are they all people that used the Yang Family to pay you? Hemai, you silly girl, don't keep the silver in your pocket to heat up, silly enough to take it out to build a wall for your mother's house, you really are unscrupulous! "

Hemai felt it was funny, she straightened her back and looked at Aunt Faang, asking: "Why does Aunt Faang feel that this silver should not be given to your mother? My parents are gone. Grandmother takes care of me all day long. Why can't I take care of Grandmother? Don't tell me that Aunt Faang has to agree to how to use this gift? "

Aunt Faang scoffed, "How can you be so hasty? Hemai, Aunt Faang isn't an outsider to you either, I only have these few personal words with you, if you don't want to listen, I won't say it. "

Hemai was annoyed and ignored her. She just kept walking to the side, occasionally glancing at the young man in the courtyard.

"Hemai, I remember that the date of your marriage is set at the tenth day, right? That would be a good day, when that time comes, Aunt Faang will go over and support you well.

Aunt Faang saw that Hemai did not make a sound, she kept boiling water, and did not mind, continuing to mutter without any worries, "Yang Family brat, who goes hunting in the mountains, should have seen your family recruiting workers to fix the walls, why did you not say that you came over to help?"

Hemai still ignored her.

Aunt Faang let out a long sigh, and looked at Hemai's busy figure with some sympathy in her eyes. "I'm afraid that when you enter the house in the future, you will also be busy doing all sorts of things! "That brat's family is dead, you can't even find a single Dowager Weng. If he bullies you in the future, you won't even have a complaint!"

Hemai lazily raised her head and glanced at Aunt Faang.

"But don't be afraid!" Aunt Faang patted her chest with a look of confidence, "If Yang Liulang bullies you from now on, I will help you to report it to Lee Zheng! With Lee Zheng making the decision, that brat will definitely not dare to cause trouble! "

"Thank you, Aunt Faang." Hemai laughed slowly, "Aunt Faang, we are busy at home, if you have nothing better to do, you can return. If not, you will have to eat a belly full of dust here."

Aunt Faang looked up to see that it was not so, a few of the young men in the courtyard had overturned the wooden shelves behind the stove, and the dust that had filled the air had drifted out of the courtyard, making people cough.

She was too focused on her words to notice anything, but she saw Hemai standing behind a big tree with two stoves on her back, not even a speck of dust on them.

This angered Aunt Faang, but sheshead nowhere to vent the flames in her stomach. She glared at Hemai bitterly, used her handkerchief to cover her nose and mouth as she prepared to leave. In the time it took him to turn around, he saw a group of people walking towards him from the east side of the courtyard.

The leader was a young man with a tall stature and an indistinct face. He was pulling a car with a few other people behind him.

"Oh? Who's that …" Aunt Faang stopped in her tracks and curiously watched as the group of people approached.

Walking closer, only then did Aunt Faang recognize the person in the lead. She had a full beard and a pair of bright eyes that seemed easy to distinguish, wasn't she the husband that Hemai wanted to marry, Yang Liulang?!

"Ai, ai, Hemai, that Yang Liulang, ai..." Aunt Faang waved to Hemai who was beside him, "Look, that's …"

She greeted and greeted for a long time before she turned around. Only then did she see that Hemai had already disappeared, and she didn't know when she had arrived on the dirt road and was talking to her.

"You must be exhausted," Hemai said as she looked at Yang Liulang who was sweating profusely.

Yang Liulang raised his head and smiled at Hemai, took the bowl and drank it all in one go, then called his comrades behind him to bring the carriage over to the courtyard.

Aunt Faang hurriedly came over with a letter, "Oh, this is Liulang, what's with this carriage?"

Yang Liulang was busy and did not hear the Aunt Faang's words.

The Aunt Faang was not disheartened as she watched the people in the courtyard come and take off the things on the carriage.

A whole cart of wheat flour and new rice. Under the illumination of the sun, every grain of rice was crystal clear and smooth, filled with a delicate fragrance.

Aunt Faang could not help but click her tongue. This cart of grain must at least have some silver! Why is Yang Liulang so generous?