Farm Tough Girl-Chapter 220 - 221 Petty Bara_1

Chapter 220: Chapter 221 Petty Bara_1

Chapter 220 -221 Petty Bara_1

Li Cheng just grinned foolishly on the side while Qinghe nudged him, “Look at how much your sister-in-law cares about you, you should learn from her and take on some of the heavy work in the fields yourself!”

Li Cheng hurriedly responded, “I know, I know, I definitely won’t let Wanwan get tired anymore.”

Qinghe covered her mouth and laughed, feeling somewhat envious in her heart. The man she had silently loved for so many years never deigned to give her a second look, yet other people’s love always seemed so simple and carefree. Even if she couldn’t have a love like Muniang and her partner, not even the simple affection between her brother and sister-in-law, married life had left her with no feelings at all, which only made her heart colder.

Thinking of this, Qinghe couldn’t help feeling a bit saddened, but now she had come to terms with it. Aside from that cold-hearted man, she had everything else, so why worry about it anymore? When her child was born, she would raise him alone for the rest of her life, seeing him grow up well was her greatest happiness.

Gently touching her rounded belly, Qinghe whispered, “Oh baby, you’re going to be Mommy’s most beloved darling. Mommy will definitely give you all the best love in the world.”

These days were the spring season, and everyone was busy with the spring farming. Qinghe too was diligent in going to the fields, bringing items occasionally. Moving around more was also beneficial for a pregnant woman. Muniang knew she was bored at home and didn’t stop her, and now they were starting the spring planting at Tianzhuang. Muniang spent almost all day there.

At noon, Qinghe was walking towards the fields with a food box in hand, filled with well-prepared meals. Naturally, the food was beyond reproach, and in the past few days, both Li Cheng and Wanwan had praised it highly.

Out of nowhere, a scruffy young boy popped up, giving Qinghe a shock. Once she recovered, she realized it was Mrs. Liang’s precious younger son, Wang Shitou, “Shitou? What are you doing here?”

Shitou paid no heed to Qinghe’s question, his eyes glued to the food box in her hand: “I want to eat!” He had smelled it from afar and was certain there was plenty of meat inside. At home, although he was the most pampered, he couldn’t have meat every day, and at that moment, he naturally craved it.

Qinghe laughed, “No way, this is for my brother and sister-in-law. If you’re hungry, go back and find your mother. Wouldn’t she be willing to make you something tasty?”

Shitou glared at her, “Are you giving it to me or not?!”

Qinghe was taken aback. She had heard about Wang Shitou’s mischief but didn’t realize he was so ill-mannered.

While Qinghe was still in shock, Shitou had already started to snatch the food box, grabbing it from Qinghe’s hand and pulling with all his might. Qinghe quickly let go. Under normal circumstances, a child couldn’t snatch anything from her, but now she was pregnant, and any bump could have been disastrous. She wasn’t senseless; despite feeling annoyed, she knew what was more important.

Shitou managed to grab the food box, made a face at Qinghe, and ran off.

Qinghe was furious, thinking how much the child resembled a bandit! But anger aside, she couldn’t really do anything to the kid, so she reluctantly went back to pack another food box and took it to Li Cheng and Wanwan.

Upon reaching the ridge between the fields, she saw many people still toiling under the sun. Looking up, she saw Mrs. Du with her family also working in the fields. Now that their families were related by marriage, Qinghe naturally wouldn’t neglect them, especially since it was Mrs. Du who had introduced her brother to Wanwan.

“Mrs. Du! Come and have a drink, I’ve brought extra,” Qinghe called out. There clearly wasn’t enough food to share, but this time she had also brought along half a bucket of mung bean soup that had been chilled in the well, because Wanwan liked to drink it, and she often brought it along.

Mrs. Du’s son, upon hearing this, was rather tempted. After working hard for most of the morning, he was indeed thirsty. The sight of the chilled mung bean soup they were drinking made him envious. Their family didn’t have a well and used the communal one in the village, which obviously couldn’t chill anything. But now, covered in sweat from the exertion, who wouldn’t want to drink something cool?

But Mrs. Du just glanced at her few unknowledgeable sons and then said, “No need, it’s inconvenient for you to deliver it all by yourself from such a distance. My daughter-in-law, Mrs. Liu, will bring it over shortly. Let Chengzi and Wanwan have it.”

How much can a pregnant woman carry anyway? If you give this time, wouldn’t it be embarrassing not to bring something for their family next time? If she were to carry the share for that whole family next time, she might overexert herself to death.

Upon hearing this, Qinghe didn’t insist and, smiling, agreed. She set down the food box and bucket, then started to serve the food for Li Cheng and Wanwan.

There were no separate bowls and dishes, just two large bowls with a generous portion of rice at the bottom and various dishes on top.

Unexpectedly, Mrs. Liang suddenly appeared from nowhere, snatched the spoon from Qinghe’s hand, and said, “Aiya, just the right amount left for me, give it to me—I’m quite thirsty right now.”

Qinghe’s face darkened: “Auntie sure doesn’t stand on ceremony.”

Mrs. Liang glared at her: “Being stingy with a couple of sips of water, what’s the meaning of this?”

Despite talking like this, she didn’t stop her actions and quickly scooped two large bowls, gulping them down with gusto. Noticing the two big bowls of food on the ground, she didn’t forget to pinch a piece of fatty meat from the bowl and popped it into her mouth, relishing it with a greasy face.

While crunching away, she also said, “You should have some sense, my son is destined to become the Number One Scholar. Once he becomes the Number One Scholar, I will be the mother of a Number One Scholar. What’s wrong with eating something from you today? Do you need to react with that look on your face? Be careful, or I may just ask my son to deal with you later!”

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If it weren’t for her pregnancy, she would have competed with Mrs. Liang herself. Song Wanwan had just married into the village and didn’t want to offend anyone yet, so she gave Qinghe a look, gesturing for her to let it go.

Qinghe shivered with rage. Like mother, like son indeed, both equally repulsive with their foolishness—her son, aiming to become the Number One Scholar, pah!

However, Qinghe suddenly shuddered and asked, “Is your Shitou studying in town now?”

Mrs. Liang smugly lifted her chin: “Of course, didn’t the fortune teller say he has potential? How could that be false? Naturally, he needs to study. Once my Shitou has made something of himself—”

Before she could finish, Qinghe couldn’t listen anymore and cut her off: “I just saw him, and he was not at the academy. He’s right here in our village.”

Mrs. Liang suddenly started hopping mad: “What are you talking about? Don’t spout nonsense; my Shitou is studious. He’s definitely at the academy studying hard right now; don’t talk rubbish!”

Qinghe said irritably, “Why would I lie to you? He even snatched my food box just now, and I haven’t even settled that with you.” What kind of person was she to start scolding her!

When the people around heard this, they laughed: “Mrs. Liang, you said your precious son has the talent of a Number One Scholar. If such a scholarly talent has started skipping school after just a few days, it seems your dream of being the mother of a Number One Scholar is still quite far off. Was that fortune teller just cheating you out of your money?”