Village Girl Struggle - Chapter 267

A gust of autumn wind blew by, and rolled up a few dead leaves on the ground, whirled a little on the ground.

The weather is getting cold gradually.

As the sky is getting dark, cooking smoke is rising from every household in the small city, and the aroma of food wafts out of the hospital from time to time, making people greedy.

The young man walked home almost in a hurry after the last rays of the sunset.

This is an alley where civilians gather.

The houses on both sides are low-rise stone houses with two floors. Most of them are three rooms with a small yard. They live in a family of five or six people. They are fed a few chickens and ducks, and two cats and dogs are raised. Collect the first half of a couple of pennies, and this little life will be easy.

Birds of a feather flock together.

In this area, there is neither a wealthy family nor a poor family who is so poor.

There is no gap between the rich and the poor, and the neighborhood is much more harmonious.

Of course, ordinary people’s homework is short, and gossip is inevitable.

The young man turned into the alley and looked up. Smoke was also coming out of the small courtyard with a big locust tree in front of the door.

A warm smile appeared on the handsome face of the young man.

The steps under his feet have also accelerated a lot.

He knew that in that simple little yard, there were clean and delicious meals and cordial and warm greetings.

There is another person waiting for his return.

Passing by the neighborhood of the neighbor’s house, I ran into the neighborhood by chance, and the young man made a few words, but he was reluctant to stop and talk more.

Seeing the young man’s eager appearance, the neighbor’s aunt gave a hearty laugh behind him.

“Oh, look at this little brother of the Wei family, he is rushing back to see the little daughter-in-law!”

This little young couple, both seem to be only 17 or 18 years old. They moved here last year, and both of them are excellent. Wei Jia’s little brother is handsome and strong, Jiang Xiaomao is handsome and generous, and he has a good relationship with the neighbors.

And this young couple is envious of their affection.

That Wei Jia Xiaolang worked as a tent in a shop, and he hurried home after work every day. He never went to drink and play money. I heard that the salary of one or two pennies a month was a lot of money for the little lady to take care of. With miles.

In this year. I’ve never heard these two quarrel before, but they are really an enviable pair.

Especially this Wei Jia Xiaolang, the character is born well. He can write and count, and love the mother-in-law, no wonder many big girls and little daughter-in-laws secretly call him a model and good-for-nothing.

Little Brother Wei Jia didn’t know that he had received such a high evaluation. He came to the door of his courtyard without any delay, just about to reach out and knock on the door. However, the two wooden doors creaked and opened from the inside.

The one who opened the door was a delicate young woman of seventeen or eighteen years old, with a cyan close-fitting jacket, a long floral skirt and a slender waist, which made her chest taller. The buttocks are round. Looking at the young man, his eyes are as bright as stars, his smiling face is full, and his voice is as clear and beautiful as a mountain spring.

“Da Lang. You are back.”

A plain white hand took the small burden on his back, and when he entered the yard, he bolted the door again.

Wei Dalang reached out his arm and hugged his little daughter-in-law, and kissed him **** the cheek.

When he saw the red clouds flying on the porcelain white face, he let go of his hand with satisfaction. With a grin, two rows of white teeth were revealed. The skin with wheaten color looks even more masculine and handsome.

“Why did Ying’er open the door without waiting for me to call? What if it’s a bad guy?”

Wei Dalang replied, squeezing the flesh on the face of his young wife as a punishment.

The little daughter-in-law smiled and ducked away, blinking, “I can hear your footsteps when I close my eyes.”

Pulling Wei Dalang into the house, “I’ll wash my face and eat.”

Warm face wash, snow-white towel kerchief, three dishes and one soup neatly arranged on a small wooden table.

Wei Dalang and his daughter-in-law sat down next to each other, you took a bite of the dish, I served a bowl of soup, and finished the dinner affectionately.

The home-cooked white-noodle buns and the ordinary white-steamed pork with beans are not delicious, but they are warm and clean and eat in the stomach, but they are very comfortable and ironed.

This is what the delicacy of the mountains and the sea are, and the famous chefs can’t keep up.

After the meal, the daughter-in-law put away the table quickly, took the dishes and went to the kitchen for cleaning.

At this time, the sky was already dark, and the little daughter-in-law lit an oil lamp under the kitchen. All the households in this neighborhood use oil lamps. Candles are reluctant to use. In order not to appear different from the others, their small house also changed the oil lamps steadfastly.

Under the dim light, the slender figure of the little daughter-in-law seemed more graceful and attractive.

Wiping his hands clean, looking back slightly, he saw the young man leaning at the door of the room.

With piercing eyes and smiling lips, he was looking at himself, not knowing what he was thinking.

“Why don’t you rest?”

After working outside, I have been tired for a day. Why don’t you take a break when you come back?

When Da Lang came back, he was rushing to do housework with him. Later, he insisted that Da Lang worked outside to support his family, so he should do the family affairs by himself, not to mention the heavy lifting of carrying water, chopping wood, and carrying food. Physical work.

“Isn’t this just resting?”

Wei Dalang raised his eyebrows slightly, and looked good at his little wife.

Only then did he know what is seductive.

If it wasn’t for pretending to make the two of them look weird, he wouldn’t have to do the work of the accountant.

Bringing the oil lamp back to the bedroom, the furnishings in the room are simple and comfortable.

However, the neighbors who came as guests praised that they were willing to clean up the house.

In fact, in his opinion, they are nothing more than ordinary things.

“What did you do during the day?”

Eating and drinking, sitting on the bedside with his tender little daughter-in-law, that is his favorite.

“Make needlework, water the flowers, and bake a few cakes for lunch tomorrow. My neighbor, sister-in-law Wang, came to hang out…”

The little daughter-in-law counted her fingers carefully, just listening to what she said, this is completely what a qualified and virtuous little wife did.

But Wei Dalang was very clear.

The so-called needlework is to reluctantly sew two pieces of cloth together. I don’t know how many needles I have to pierce my fingers.

The so-called watering flowers, the two rows of flowers on the courtyard wall died and planted so repeatedly, and they were brutally attacked by the hostess.

It’s pretty reliable to bake a few cakes.

He didn’t expect Yinger to still be able to cook.

Put a small white hand in your hand, it’s cold, it’s always wet, and it’s easy to wrinkle and skin. After touching it these days, the skin of the hand is a bit rough, or else, let’s look for another one. Come on to help the kitchen?

When he lived here, he didn’t want two people’s world to get in the way, so he didn’t buy people.

I heard the little daughter-in-law again talking about the drop-in.

“Sister-in-law Wang talked about her natal family…”

A patriarchal patriarch, a maiden-in-law who loves petty and cheap things, and a clever big nephew, the little daughter-in-law said so happily, Wei Dalang always listened with a smile.

“Da Lang, my natal family, who else is there?”

Speaking of this, the pair of smart star eyes blinked, cautiously, expecting and temptation.

Wei Dalang’s eyes sank and he sighed.

“Nobody is gone, you forgot, we are both orphans.”

In the Beiyong State, which was only five or six years after the founding of the country, Wei Haoge and Jiang Ying were both orphans with no background.