Su Ruyi later ran to the yard wearing cloth socks, grabbed the hoe standing by the wall and entered her house.
Liu Cuier happened to see it, and her eyes bulged.
"Mom, Su Ruyi came into the house with a hoe. What is she going to do?"
The scene of Su Ruyi holding up a hoe to lift the roof tiles appeared in his mind involuntarily.
She...she won't really demolish the house, right?
Probably not, he hasn't offended her in any way in the past few days, right?
Don’t we all get along pretty well?
Mrs. Zhang frowned and looked at Su Ruyi's closed door.
"Tui'er, find a time tomorrow when she's not at home and sneak into her house to take a look."
"Okay, if I had known that when they were out wandering around earlier, I would have gone in to take a look!"
At this time, Su Ruyi did not know that her mother-in-law and sister-in-law were working in her own space as the wonderful drama was playing out in their minds.
The last time she buried the bean seeds in the ground, she regretted it now.
If she had known that they would bloom and bear fruit endlessly, she would have carefully arranged their positions.
But it doesn't matter, let them grow where they are.
She carried the hoe with her bare feet and came to the very edge of the space - the pair of shoes being dried in the space were not dry yet, and it was really inconvenient to work in cloth socks. Seeing that the black soil in the backyard was quite clean, she decided to just bare them. Feet.
There won't be any glass shards in the ground, right?
The whole courtyard was circular, with a white frosted glass-like barrier at the edge of the space. It felt strange to the touch with her hands, indescribable. It seemed like there was nothing but it was so real that she couldn't move forward.
At first she felt it was very fresh, but now that it has been more than ten days, the freshness of the entire space has gradually faded away to her, and the familiarity has gradually increased.
I am becoming more and more aware that I am the master of my space.
Su Yiyi doesn't know how to use a hoe, but the original owner does.
Knowing and not knowing are intertwined and merged together, and it becomes half-baked.
Fortunately, using a hoe is not difficult. After a while, Su Ruyi was able to use the hoe very smoothly.
The soil in the backyard of the space is fertile and soft, so there is no need to turn the soil at all.
What she has to do is very simple, just create a field border to separate different crops and make the field look neat and beautiful.
Within a quarter of an hour, two grids appeared. Although the ridges were not very straight, she was not writing on a book after all, so her requirements were not high.
The seeds obtained were very few, so the cultivated field was not large, with one grid only covering three or four square meters.
In order to prevent the vegetables from growing like a leprosy, with pieces missing here and there, she first dug out rows of small holes in the ground with her hands, and then put the seeds in her hands evenly into each hole.
Cover it with soil and step on it with your bare feet.
She was very serious about farming for the first time.
Of the eight small plots of land, five have been planted, and the remaining ones don’t know which lucky ones they will welcome.
Standing on the edge of the ground and looking at my own small vegetable patch with contentment, this feeling is different from looking at the vegetable patch in the Lu family's backyard.
Sure enough, my children are better than others, and the vegetable patch I created has its own halo.
I came out of the backyard with a hoe and picked up the dirty socks thrown on the ground.
After running twice in the muddy yard, the socks were no longer visible. Moreover, because they had been worn for a long time, the socks turned yellow, and the toes and heels did not escape the fate of being mended.
It was meant to be thrown away directly.
When I thought about it, I was no longer in that era when I had endless new socks to wear. The original owner only had two pairs of socks to wear in rotation. I had to follow the local customs and not be too pretentious.
Until you make money, just make do with what you can.
She didn't want to use the original owner's cotton to make socks for the time being. She would take some time to ask her second sister-in-law, who was good at needlework, to make her a new pair of underwear.
He leaned the hoe against the outer wall of the wooden house.
Su Ruyi first went to the well to get a bucket of water, and rushed up to her muddy feet. The well water was so cold that she got goosebumps all over her body.
After a simple rinse, I poured water into a large wooden basin, put my socks in and scrubbed them. The fresh soil I got on today disappeared as soon as it was washed with water, but the sweat marks left on the soles of my feet couldn't be washed away no matter how hard I washed them.
Although they shared the same body, Su Ruyi still felt uncomfortable and diarrhoea.
Washed socks are also dried on the branches.
She stood on tiptoe and touched the sheets and quilts that had been dried before. It was indeed the right thing to spread them out to dry on the tree, otherwise the black and yellow rotten cotton wadding all over the bed might keep her awake all night.
Look down at your white feet that have not seen the sun all year round. Go out and find a pair of socks to put on.
In the hall.
The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law are still mending clothes. There are many children at home, and clothes are expensive. They often have to sew and mend clothes. It doesn't matter if there are patches on the body, but if there is a hole and no one cares about it, it will make people laugh.
"mother!"
Liu Cuier suddenly called out softly. Zhang followed her gaze and saw Su Ruyi wearing white socks and holding a pair of shoes in her hand, running towards the kitchen on tiptoes.
Mrs. Zhang was so angry that she gritted her teeth. Fortunately, her family was mud-legged. If it were a wealthy family, a daughter-in-law like Su Ruyi who ran around in the yard wearing socks would have gone to the ancestral hall long ago without any education at all!
Liu Cuier said: "Where's the hoe? Why doesn't she take out the hoe?"
There are only two hoes in the house, so it would be a big deal to throw away one!
Ms. Zhang hummed, "If you want to know, ask her!"
Liu Cuier thought about it and let it go. She was a little more polite to Su Ruyi now, but she still had no feelings and couldn't speak. She went to ask her about the hoe because she was afraid that Su Ruyi would think too much.
She didn't want to get into trouble with Su Ruyi for the time being.
Su Ruyi was burning the stove in the kitchen. The temperature was not enough today and the temperature of the space was too suitable. Her shoes could not be dried in the sun for a while.
She had to go to the kitchen to dry it over the fire.
Boil another pot of hot water in the pot, which is useful for cooking or washing.
As soon as the fire started burning, there were several little heads hanging out at the door of the kitchen.
The children were also very bored today. They wanted to play in the mud in the yard, but grandma wouldn't let them. If they soiled their shoes, they would have to wash them. They wouldn't be able to work tomorrow, which would affect their day's work.
Dalang swallowed and plucked up the courage to speak: "Third Aunt, what are you doing?"
At the same time, his body stiffened, ready to be scolded at any time, praying in his heart that the third aunt would still be the same third aunt who would smile and wait for him and his brother at the gate of the hospital last night.
While Su Ruyi fanned the stove with her palm, she turned her head and looked at the four children. Their timid expressions contained a bit of eagerness to get closer.
"Third Aunt's shoes are not dry yet, I'll come over and bake them."
Yes, it is indeed the third aunt from last night!
Dalang stepped in from outside the door: "Then can I come in?"
Su Ruyi laughed: "Okay, this is not my room, it's everyone's place. You can come in if you want."
As she said this, the three little ones behind also stepped into the kitchen door, each holding the green-skinned walnut she gave them in their hands.
