Hunter's Cute Wife

Yang Liulang nodded and went up a small hill in front of his house. The path behind the slope led straight to the Small Green Mountain. The forest there was dense, and it blocked out the sun. Countless wild birds and fierce beasts lived there, as well as the Hundred Flowers and Mysterious Grass.

Until Yang Liulang's figure disappeared into the forest, Hemai watched him for a while, then turned and walked into the courtyard.

Ever since she was brought back to the Xiaoqing Village by Linn Changjun, she had always lived together with many people. In the worst case scenario, she and Madam Qin were still at home together.

Now that she was living at Yang Family, with no one at home, she was indeed a little lonely. Hemai lowered her head and slowly walked into the courtyard.

Although there was no one at home today, Madam Qin could not go. If she went back on the day she returned, it would mean that she would be bullied by others in the husband's house. Wasn't this obviously adding fuel to the fire in Madam Qin's heart?

Hemai thought that she should rest at home for a day, and after that, she would be able to run back to Madam Qin's place without any worries.

Fortunately the weather was clear today, and the breeze carried a nice scent of flowers. Hemai lifted her head to look at the elegant courtyard, and her mood suddenly lightened a little.

She picked up her broom and cleaned the entire courtyard, inside and out. Hemai found some unwashed clothes and piled them up in a wooden basin.

The biggest advantage of the countryside well was that it was warm in the winter and cool in the summer. The water from this well wasn't too bone-piercing, and there was still a warm feeling when his hands were submerged in the water.

Just as he was about to fish his clothes out of the water and wring them dry, a shrill voice of a woman came from outside the door.

"Yo, Hemai is washing clothes!"

Hemai raised his head and saw that it was the Mrs Dong from the village.

Mrs Dong smiled as sshe walked in from outside. Seeing that Hemai's hands were drenched, he laughed and said, "It's good that there's a well in this house! How can you be like us, eating water while carrying a carrying pole to fight. "Oh, there's a man at home who can work, that's good!"

Two years ago, the man from Mrs Dong injured her hand while she was busy working in the town. During these two years, she had been resting at home.

As for the two sons of Mrs Dong who had married into a family, the work in the field consisted of Eldest Brother pointing at Second Brother and Eldest Brother pointing at Eldest Brother. The annual harvest of several acres of land was only enough for a family to eat half of their fill. All day long, he had been counting on her old lady for housework and on his daughter-in-law for her Mrs Dong.

Therefore, each family was lazier than the last, each family more stingy than the last. Mrs Dong would rather wander around the village than go home and watch a group of lazy bastards.

"Aunt Dong, come sit," Hemai called out to her in a soft voice, "I don't usually see you walking this way, why are you here today?"

"Didn't I come to visit you?" The smile on Mrs Dong's face became obscure as he lowered his voice and asked, "Girl, there aren't many close people around you, and if you encounter any problems, you probably won't even have someone to ask. I wanted to ask you yesterday, how did Liulang treat you? Is he okay? "

Hemai leisurely hung her clothes on the pole, "It's pretty good."

Mrs Dong glanced at the house, and suddenly said sharply: "Yo, Liulang isn't at home today?"

"Why isn't he home!? If you're not at home accompanying your new daughter-in-law, what are you doing!? "

Hemai looked at the Mrs Dong who had an exaggerated reaction, "Let's go up the mountain and try some game."

"Oh? This damn brat, I don't know how to accompany his wife at home. How can he run up the mountain?" Mrs Dong waved her claws in indignation, "When will he be back? When he comes back, I'll have to give him a good talk! "

Hemai did not make a sound. She could not be bothered with this kind of people, even if she had to meddle in other people's business, she had to at least ask herself whether she agreed or not!

The Mrs Dong saw that Hemai was ignoring her, she wandered around for a while, then went inside the house. She waited at the door for a while, and seeing that Hemai did not let her in, she sneaked a few glances at her.

Hemai did not mind, she turned around and went to hang the clothes on the floor. In that moment, the Mrs Dong's eyes swept across the room, her lips curled up, and her eyes landed on the grass pile on the side of the wall.

Hemai, your family's firewood, can you use it now? It's going to rain recently, so it's best to put the firewood in the woodshed. "

Hemai glanced at Mrs Dong, and said warmly: "My family has a lot of places to light the fire, and use it quickly!"

"Isn't it just boiling water to cook? Don't tell me you want to wash your face and wash your hands with hot water!?" "You are too pampered!" Mrs Dong said with a pained expression.

Hemai squinted her eyes and laughed, "My Liulang's people are hardworking and have great strength, they can't use up all of their firewood. On the other hand, auntie, even though the weather is warm now, it is still a bone-piercing spring wind that must not be chilled. "Aren't you being too unlovable?"

Mrs Dong laughed embarrassedly, she choked on her words for a while and then said: "Since your family has so much firewood, why don't you give me two loads? Anyway, your Liulang is very diligent. "

Hemai's eyes were wide open as she looked at her in shock: "Aunt, your family has so many people, don't tell me there isn't a person who can carry water and firewood?"

Mrs Dong sighed, "Those two unskilled people in my house are currently studying in the house all day, how could they be willing to carry water and firewood? "Eh, these two children are not born to work. Read it, read it, let them read it, let them know the truth. If they get a scholar as a scholar, our Xiaoqing Village will also be influenced by them, right?"

Hemai burst out laughing, and immediately coughed twice to hide her smile. It was not that she looked down on the two sons of the Mrs Dong family, but rather... Two people who were lazy to farm in the fields all day long, were they willing to work hard in reading and writing?

Before he could figure out what was going on at home, he had already let the family suffer from poverty in the name of reading. He was afraid that he would not be able to understand it.

Hemai couldn't hold back her laughter as she said to Mrs Dong, "Aunt is right, both brothers will be in high school in the future, how can they do such menial work now? If you want to take as much firewood as you want, just take it.

"Alright!" The Mrs Dong was so happy that she quickly abandoned Hemai and reached for the firewood.

He carried a load of firewood on his back and even had the energy to turn around and say goodbye to Hemai: "Girl, I'll come see you again in a few days!"

Look at you, I'm afraid you're here to find cheap firewood!

Hemai curled her lips and continued to dry herself in the sun.

A bundle of firewood was not worth much money. Furthermore, they lived at the foot of the mountain, so it was very convenient for them to gather firewood.

To be able to use a bundle of firewood to send away a noisy duck, no loss!

Hemai had finished washing the clothes and also brought water to wash the other set of clothes. These clothes were brought out from the bottom of the box just now and had to be worn after getting warm in a few days.

Just as Hemai was washing her clothes, the corner of her eyes caught sight of another person coming over from the outside of the courtyard.

Why are there so many people coming to visit today?

Hemai did not raise her head and continued to wash her clothes slowly. Unexpectedly, that figure stopped right outside the courtyard door.

After a long while, Hemai raised her head and took a look.

There was a forty year old man standing outside the door, his monkey like, pointed face was as messy as a rag, and he was grinning at Hemai!