Rebirth: Peasant Girl is Good at Farming

It\'s better to train other young people with this opportunity.

And This family also needs a gentle person.

Mrs. Jia thought of all aspects of the matter, and was ordered by Mrs. Jia. The yard became much simpler.

Ning Yan came out of the room, reached out and grabbed a handful of snow from the ground, pinched it into a ball and threw it on the ground.

Xiao Ping\'an walked by and stepped on the snow ball.

Make a creaking sound.

"Smart boy."

Ning Yan glanced at Xiao Ping\'an and went to the street.

In winter, gouziwan is not as cold as expected. The streets are filled with pedestrians, as well as the villagers who are carrying cotton to their homes.

In the courtyard of every family, we can hear the swaying sound of spinning carts. No one is busy.

There are also many people in the ancestral hall.

The storyteller sat under the old locust tree beside the ancestral hall and told some old stories.

However, some children are standing here listening to books.

Ning Yan thought of the novel written by Lu Hanzhang that was suitable for reborn women.

It\'s not good to say. If you take it out and let the storyteller say something, I\'ll give these children one more reminder.

Men are unreliable

Daughter should be self-improvement!

It\'s also excellent.

Thinking of doing it, Ning Yan went home and found a handwritten story to hook up with the storyteller under the tree.

Send the books in your hand to the storyteller.

After that, Ningyan did not pay attention to it.

Anyway, she\'s done everything she can.

The rest of the time is also life.

It is a good thing that someone really heard the story and had the idea of self-improvement.

Women are not men\'s accessories.

Marriage is also a love affair.

Life is really tea, rice, oil and salt.

Everything has to be taken into account.

Life is not an easy thing.

Leaving the ancestral hall, Ning Yan stood at the entrance of the village, looking at the surrounding ground covered with snow, and the soul seemed to have been washed.

A carriage came unsteadily to the entrance of the village.

The carriage is gray, not like a bus.

At the entrance of the village, Ning Yan saw the people on the car from the curtain rolled by the north wind.

It\'s the Ning huan\'er family.

Ning huan\'er came down from the carriage and said hello to Ning Yan.

When Feng heard the sound of Ning banquet, he lifted the curtain of the car and looked at the Ning banquet standing in the tidy village in the vast white space.

Ning Yan wore a bright red cloak.

Some black hair came out of the cloak.

In the north wind under the role of a wisp, floating with the wind.

Feng did not blink his eyes.

Feng Renqing is sitting next to master Feng. Maybe people in this year go to bed early. Feng Renqing follows Feng Fu Zi\'s line of sight, and his eyes fall on Ning Yan.

With envy in his eyes.

Ning Yan and Ning Wan\'er have nothing to say.

If there is really any relationship between them, it is just the blood of Laoning family.

However

She has already returned this blood kindness. In the future, no matter what happened to the old Ning family, it had nothing to do with her.

Ning Yan went back to the village.

The direction at the foot of the mountain is not in the same place as Laoning\'s, but we don\'t have to go all the way.

Walking with Ning, I feel uncomfortable all over.

Ning huan\'er returns to the car and finds that Feng Fu Zi\'s face is full of loneliness.

Ning huan\'er bowed her head and married master Feng for a long time. Who did he like in his heart, who he cared about, and whom he never forgot.

As a pillow person, naturally feel a little bit.

If she was just getting married, she was still looking forward to the so-called love.

Now

No idea at all.

A woman of her age, who has not fantasized.

It\'s a pity

Ning huan\'er lowered her head and pretended that she could not see anything. She even studied the things brought out from home.

A basket of white steamed buns.

If it had been put a few years ago, it might have been a good thing.

But now, the people in gouziwan can\'t afford a steamed bun.

It\'s not humiliating to take it home.

What\'s more, every time I go back from my mother\'s home, I have to bring some things, such as bacon stewed meat and cotton cloth.These things are better than those taken from the Feng family.

Will you really have a good life with master Feng?

Ning huan\'er is more and more confused day by day.

The carriage stopped at the door of the house. Ning huan\'er went out, and there would be someone to greet him before he came back.

Today, it\'s very lonely.

"Go in." Ning huan\'er has no mind to think about Feng Fu Zi\'s mood.

Go home first.

He took Feng Fu Zi to the main room and went to Xiao Li\'s room.

Little Li sat on the cold Kang with no hair combed and his face dirty.

"Niang..."

Ning Huan Er called in a low voice.

Xiao Li opened his eyes and his dim eyes brightened.

Suddenly stood up from the Kang, toward Ning huan\'er rushed in.

Ning Huan Er quickly to avoid, she now has a child in the stomach, but can not withstand such a rush.

"Huan\'er..."

See Ning huan\'er away, Xiao Li\'s face with no measures, there is a kind of abandoned by their own daughter.

"Mother, I am pregnant. It\'s been two months. I have to be more careful. You haven\'t washed your face and your hair. I\'ll do it for you. My daughter will give you a comb. "

Ning huan\'er took a handkerchief to wipe the mirror in the room.

The mirror used by Ning family is also made by the craftsman over there.

Standing in front of the mirror, you can clearly see some potholes on the face, such a mirror is too bright.

I don\'t know why, Ning Yan can always find some capable people to do things for her.

This kind of blessing can\'t be found or robbed by others.

it\'s really enviable. Ning huan\'er took a 0-comb made of wood and reached out to touch the hair on the top of the head of little Li.

Greasy There are some white dots on it.

These spots are not parasites, but fat particles.

Seeing these things, Ning huan\'er rolled in her stomach.

Stifle the feeling.

A wisp of hair will be combed through.

Another bun.

Take a silver hairpin from the table and bring it to Xiao Li.

"Niang, I\'ll go to the kitchen and cook some water. My daughter will wait on you to wash your hands and face."

"Wash what wash, wash in clean, also can\'t compare with the opposite fox seductive son, all day coquettish can\'t, deserve not to have a child." ‘

“……”

Listen to Xiao Li\'s murmur.

Rather Huan Er heart tangled not.

Now it\'s up to Mei Niang to come up with some advice She offended her mother.

An infertile fox.

If this woman can\'t give birth, what else

Ning huan\'er wavered in her heart.

Can such a mother really seek benefits for him?

Although the heart is a little shaken, but the surface does not show.

Ning huan\'er continues to go to the kitchen.

Add wood and fire, and heat the stove.

After the water in the pot was heated, Ning huan\'er went to the room of Xiao Li.

Little Li sat in front of the mirror, staring at the face inside.

It\'s like looking at enemies.

Ning huan\'er saw fewer people, and it was the first time that he saw this, and regarded himself as his enemy.

Standing in front of the door, my mood calmed down for a long time.

Just keep going.

Lower the voice and said, "mother, wash your face."

“……” Little Li let go.

Let Ning huan\'er wipe her face with a towel.

The water in the basin became turbid because of wiping down Li\'s hands.

Ning huan\'er\'s eyes twitch. Even if Feng Renqing went out to fight with others, he didn\'t make himself so dirty. It was

After all is own mother, this comforts oneself, rather Huan son will basin water to go out.

Looking at the cold Kang in the room, he asked, "Niang, why don\'t you burn the Kang? In a cold day, you can heat the Kang and sleep comfortably."

"Your father won\'t come for anything comfortable."

Xiao Li\'s eyes were crooked.

A lot of white eye.

At this moment, Ning huan\'er is glad that he did not have the appearance to follow his mother.

Otherwise

Thinking of that, Ning huan\'er shuddered.

Ugliness is not a shameful thing, but it is a bit too much to do mischief even if it is ugly.

"Mother, you have a rest. I have heated the Kang."

Ning huan\'er did not continue to persuade the meaning.

The process of the day like this, her mother is also powerful.

If you put it in someone else\'s house, who would throw a good card like this.He reported some dry wood from outside and went into the house to heat the Kang that had been put out in the past two years.

Ning huan\'er walks out of the room.

Looking back at the sleeping little Li on the Kang.

Ning huan\'er sighs that Kang was made by Ning Yan first. Life becomes more convenient and easier. It seems that it has a lot to do with Ning Yan.

Unfortunately, their relationship with Ning Yan is not good.

Ning huan\'er goes to the kitchen, boils a little brown sugar with the remaining hot water, and goes to Kong Meiniang\'s room.

Kongmei\'s mother was in bed, her hair was scattered and her face was a little red. When she walked in, she felt very warm.

It\'s a little different from my mother\'s.

But

It\'s not self-made.

"Aunt Kong, would you like some sugar water?"

"Put it on the table. I\'ll drink it when I\'m thirsty. How can I come back when it\'s snowing? Don\'t be aggrieved."

Listen to Kong Meiniang\'s gentle words.

Ning huan\'er almost cried.

In the mother\'s side, she is a hard-working girl.

There can\'t be any dissatisfaction yet.

But with this aunt

Spring breeze turns rain, that\'s it!

"No, it\'s not Feng Renqing. He always wants to go to xiagouwan to study. My husband comes here to have a look. What happened to the so-called xiagouwan school? "

"That school seems really good."

As for where is good, Kong Meiniang did not go on.

She also went to xiagouwan, and when she passed the school, she heard the teacher playing the piano.

The sound of the piano is lingering for three days.

There are such excellent pianists in xiagouwan. How can the teaching be poor.