"By the way, who saved Sister Da Mei?" Mu Qingxing asked curiously.
"It's Brother Zhong Ping."
"Tsk, brother Zhong Ping is miserable. He saved Sister Da Mei, and Old Madam Luo will definitely rely on him to let him marry Sister Damei." Mu Qingxing said with great certainty: "And Old Madam Luo will definitely ask for more High bride price.”
Mu Qinghe listened silently and said with emotion: "Our grandparents are better. If I were born in the Zhao family, I would definitely be tortured to death by Mrs. Luo."
Mu Qingxing tilted her head and said in a low voice: "I heard that Mrs. Luo wants to sell Sister Da Mei to the mountain people so that she can use her money to go to school with Zhao Shu."
Zhao Shu is the youngest son of Zhao Tian, the eldest son of the Zhao family. He has been favored by Mrs. Luo since he was a child.
Recently, because the village chief's family sent their grandson Mu Wencheng to school, Zhao Shu also clamored to go to school.
Mrs. Luo had some money in her hands, but that money was reserved for her youngest son, Zhao Chengde.
Zhao Chengde had not yet married, and he was still studying in a school in the town, so he spent a lot of money.
Mrs. Luo couldn't bear to give up the money to study for her grandson. There is no way a biological grandson can be better than a biological son who loves you so much.
Zhao Tian also knew what kind of virtue his mother was, so he gave his mother a bad idea and sold his niece.
It was originally planned to be sold to Yapo, but unfortunately Yapo could only offer five taels of silver. Both Zhao Tian and Mrs. Luo felt that it was missing, so they did not sell Zhao Damei for the time being.
Later, through the help of relatives and friends, I learned that a mountain man in his thirties wanted to buy a daughter-in-law, and he could pay ten taels of silver. Luo Shi was ready to sell Zhao Damei to the mountain people.
"Alas, Sister Da Mei probably knew that she was going to be sold to the mountain people by her own grandmother, so she jumped into the river in anger." Mu Qingxing sympathized. Meeting such a relative is truly unlucky for eight lifetimes.
The three sisters chatted all the way to the place where the pig grass was cut.
"Wow, Sister Qinghe, there are so many waterflower vines here." Qingcao felt that this patch of weeds was really pleasing to the eye, even better than the precious flowers.
There is so much grass, so there is no need to move to another place after a while as usual. I can finally go home early today.
Mu Qinghe said: "This place is good."
Qingcao nodded, indicating that it was a good place.
The three of them took out their machetes and started cutting the pig grass.
In less than half an hour, the three of them had finished cutting. Then we went home talking and laughing.
Back home, the grass rested for a while. Then he filled a pot of water and sent it to his family in the field.
"Qingcao, you're finally here." Mu Qingli said anxiously: "I'm almost dying of thirst. The weather is so damn hot even though it's September."
Qingcao quickly poured a bowl of water and handed it to Mu Qingli, "It's really hot this day, and the river water level has dropped a lot."
She goes to the river to wash clothes every day, so she knows the water level of the river very well.
Mu Qingli drank a lot of water, "I don't know when it will rain. When it rains, you can go to the river to catch fish."
It hasn't rained for almost half a month, and it's so hot every day. Mu Qingli felt that if the heat continued like this, the crops in the field would not be able to harvest well.
Qingcao waited for her brother to finish drinking, then took the bowl in his hand and poured water for her parents. When they had enough, Mu Qingli took the water bottle and poured it directly into his mouth.
Mu Shiquan wiped his sweat and said, "On this day, maybe it won't rain this month."
The green grass sighed: "If it doesn't rain for so long, the crops will dry up."
Mu Shiquan sighed and said, "If God doesn't rain, the farmers will have no way to survive."
If it doesn't rain, we will have to go to the river to fetch water to water the fields. If you work harder, you can harvest at least a few percent of your crops.
"Dad, I'm afraid the water in the river will dry up." Mu Qingli was very worried.
Mu Shiquan said solemnly: "If the river dries up, then our whole family will have no choice but to run for our lives."
His son's words reminded Mu Shiquan to prepare for the drought early. If they really couldn't stay in the village anymore, they would have to flee for their lives.
"Okay, what are you worrying about? Let's talk about it when the time comes." Li urged: "Hurry up and hoe the grass and go home early."
After hearing what Li said, the family stopped chatting and started weeding.
It was getting dark, and the family went home from the fields. Back home, Mu Qinghua had already prepared dinner.
After dinner, Mu Shiquan went to his eldest brother's house. When I went there, I also called my second brother.
Mu Shiquan was ready to discuss the drought with them. If God really doesn’t give me a way to survive. They also need to plan early.
"Dong dong dong"
"Here we come." Jiang trotted open the door and said in surprise: "Second brother, third brother, why are you here at this time?"
Mu Shiquan said seriously: "Sister-in-law, I have something to discuss with dad and the others."
Mr. Jiang welcomed the two of them into the door, "Let's sit in the main room for a while. I'll call your eldest brother and the others."
Mu Shiquan and Mu Shiming nodded and walked to the main room.
After a while, Mu Shigao and Mu Dabin entered the main room one after another.
Mu Dabin knocked on his pipe and asked, "Shiquan, what's the matter?"
Mu Shiquan said solemnly: "Dad, the river water level has dropped significantly recently, and I am afraid that there will be a drought. So I want to discuss with everyone whether we should prepare to escape if there is a drought."
After hearing this, Mu Dabin thought for a long time, "If there is really a drought, let's escape to the south."
Mu Shiquan asked: "Dad, should we make plans early now and prepare everything. If we really have to escape, we won't be in a hurry."
"Wait for another half month and see. It won't rain in half a month. Let's discuss it again." Mu Dabin thought to himself, maybe it will rain later.
"Okay, dad, listen to you."
Mu Shigao said: "Dad, I will go to town tomorrow to inquire about the situation in other places."
"Okay, go and find out."
After that, they chatted about other things before going to their respective homes.
As soon as Mu Shigao returned to the room, Jiang asked what was being discussed. When he heard that they were discussing the drought, Jiang also sighed.
We have finally lived a good life for several years, but now God has not given the people a way to survive. It is really worrying.
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After breakfast, Qingcao and Muqingxing went up the mountain to dig wild vegetables with their baskets on their backs. When they finished digging wild vegetables and went down the mountain, they saw old lady Luo going to Zhong's house.
Mu Qingxing's eyes shone, "Quick, Qingcao, let's follow her and have a look. This old lady Luo must be going to Zhong's house to cause trouble."
After Mu Qingxing finished speaking, she hurried to Zhong's house. Qingcao shook his head and prepared to go home and put the basket away before going.
"Ms. Zhen, when will your Zhong Ping come to propose marriage?" Luo Shi shouted in a loud voice.
"What kind of marriage are you proposing?" Mrs. Zhen pretended not to know.
"Ms. Zhen, don't pretend to be stupid. Yesterday, your Zhong Ping hugged our Da Mei. And he also looked at Da Mei's body. Da Mei is already Zhong Ping's." Luo Shi doesn't care about so much. Anyway, Mrs. Zhen must propose marriage today.
"Bah, our Zhong Ping saved your Damei out of kindness, but he had no other ideas." Mrs. Zhen would not let her son marry Zhao Damei.
Although Zhao Damei is good, this Luo Shi is not a thing.
"Ms. Zhen, your Zhong Ping hugged our Da Mei and didn't want to take responsibility. It's such a bully." After saying that, Luo Shi sat on the ground and rolled around.
He kept shouting that Zhong Ping was a gangster and a heartless man. If you are not responsible, let Da Mei hang in front of Zhong's house or something like that.
Mrs. Zhen looked on coldly and ignored Luo Shi.
