When the pears are green

Chapter 113 Night Talk

"Let's go. Don't embarrass him." The head of the village and Wu Li left the threshing ground together. Wu Li couldn't help but look back at the busy Wu Mingde. She felt that Wu Mingde like this was much more interesting than the meticulous Wu Mingde in her memory. She couldn't help laughing out loud.

The head of the village looked back at Wu Li. Wu Li wanted to stop laughing but couldn't help it, so she grabbed the head of the village sleeve with one hand and covered her mouth with the other hand and continued to laugh secretly.

"Xiuying, what are you laughing at?" The village head waited patiently for Wu Li to finish laughing.

Mrs. Wu Li looked at the villagers who were looking at her, and replied in a low voice: "It's nothing, let's talk about it when we get home." After that, she smiled and greeted the villagers beside her, and then continued to walk home with the head of the village.

Wu Mingde, who was helping the Song family, became the focus of the threshing ground. Many villagers pretended to pass by and came to see what was going on.

Zhang looked at the villagers coming and going. She wanted Wu Mingde to go somewhere else first, but she didn't know how to start the conversation.

Seeing Zhang looking a little worried, Song Li lowered her head and said to Song Yue, "Yueyue, let Master Wu take care of other things first. Look how worried our mother is."

Song Yue looked up at Zhang who kept glancing at Wu Mingde. She threw the last bit of wheat husks in her hand on the ground, then walked towards Wu Mingde with the winnowing basket. Wu Mingde hurriedly opened the cloth bag. While pouring wheat into the bag, Song Yue whispered, "Go do something else first. Everyone in the threshing ground has come here."

Wu Mingde raised his head and looked around. Several women who were whispering to each other looked at him at the same time, with a hint of amusement in their eyes.

"Well, I wanted to help you finish it." Wu Mingde said in a low voice.

Song Yue poured all the wheat in the winnowing basket into the cloth bag. She chuckled and said, "That's all. If we don't leave now, our house will be flooded with spit."

Wu Mingde also laughed. He patted the dirt off his hands and said goodbye to Zhang loudly. Zhang breathed a sigh of relief and smiled as she told him to go about his own business.

When the women nearby saw Wu Mingde leave, they returned to their own haystacks, talking and laughing.

Song Li put down the winnowing basket in her hand, took the wooden shovel from Zhang's hand, and asked Zhang to go aside and rest for a while.

Just as the mother and daughter were trying to refuse, Song Ershun came over with Song Tianshi and Song Changming.

"Changhe, Changsong, you guys take a rest first, Changming and I will do it." Song Ershun shouted loudly.

Song Changhe and Song Changsong stopped, and Song Sanshun and Song Changrong, who were resting nearby, also came over. The four of them kept looking at Song Ershun, whose cheeks were red and swollen and whose knees were covered in dust.

Song Sanshun pulled Song Ershun's arm and asked, "Second brother, what's wrong with you?"

"Nothing, I just went to the graves of my parents and eldest brother." Song Ershun said calmly. He glanced at Song Tianshi beside him and urged her loudly to stop standing there and go to work.

Song Tian took the wooden shovel from Song Li's hand and shoveled the soil one by one as if to vent her emotions.

Zhang wanted to take back the wooden shovel from Song Tianshi's hand, but Song Ershun stopped her loudly after seeing her: "Let Changhe's family do it. Your second aunt said that she will help you bring the wheat back home."

Zhang looked at Song Changhe at a loss. Song Changhe was about to speak when he was pulled aside by Song Changming and Song Ershun.

After Song Changsong saw this, he looked at Song Ershun and Song Changming and said, "Uncle Er, Brother Changming, I will go by myself. I will go by myself."

Song Ershun and Song Changming were pulling the roller. Song Changsong asked Li Hua to take a rest first, and he took the four-pronged fork and kept turning the wheat.

Song Changhe also walked to his own wheat, and he and Song Xing carried the wheat straw aside.

While working, they were wondering what had happened between Song Ershun and Song Tianshi?

When Song Changhe's wheat was packed into cloth bags and Song Changsong's wheat was ground, they quickly moved the ground wheat to the west side.

Song Tian and Song Ershun stared at each other, neither of them spoke.

Song Changhe walked between the two of them, sighed and asked, "Second Uncle, what happened between you and Second Aunt? If it's because of my family, there's no need to be so angry."

After hearing this, Song Tian angrily recounted the incident in which Song Ershun dragged her to the Song family cemetery: "He knelt there, slapping himself non-stop, saying that he was sorry to his parents, sorry to his eldest brother and sister-in-law, saying that he had caused disunity in the Song family, and that he was going to go down to apologize. What can I do? What can I do? I can only do whatever he says. Changhe, please forgive me. I shouldn't have done that when I knew that your family had no strong labor force except you. I shouldn't have done that!"

After Song Tian finished speaking, she squatted on the ground and burst into tears. Zhang and Li Hua hurried to comfort Song Tian.

Song Ershun sighed, and said to the crying Song Tianshi: "We only have Changming in our family. He has been close to Changhe since he was a child, and the two are like brothers. When we are gone, he can still count on Changhe for anything. Have you ever thought about him when you do this?"

Song Tian slowly stopped crying, wiped her tears, and then shouted to the villagers who were watching the excitement: "What are you looking at? Come and help my family with the work!"

The onlookers dispersed in a hurry.

The Song family transported Song Changhe's grain back home on a cart, and Song Changsong's grain was piled here to be collected tomorrow.

At night, Song Changhe carried his bedding and guarded the wheat with Song Changsong.

Song Li was lying on the bed thinking about what happened during the day. She asked Song Yue, "Yueyue, do you like Mr. Wu?"

Song Yue, who had been lying down, sat up quickly. She blushed and said, "Sister, don't talk nonsense. I, I..."

Song Yue didn't know how to continue talking to Song Li. Her cheeks turned slightly red and she lowered her head embarrassedly.

Song Li smiled and told Song Yue: "Yueyue, it's normal for a young boy to admire love and a young girl to have a crush on love. There's nothing to be embarrassed about."

Song Yue looked at Song Li with bright eyes and nodded slightly.

When Song Li saw this, she smiled and sat opposite Song Yue, and the two sisters talked to each other about their concerns.

"Yueyue, do you want to marry Mr. Wu?" Song Li asked again.

The shyness on Song Yue's face faded, and she said in a sad voice: "Sister, you know, everyone in the village said that the head of the village wanted to find a family of equal status for him. How could our family be in his eyes? And with Xing'er's matter, I don't think my parents would agree."

"But I see that Master Wu has a good relationship with you. He even helped our family with work today. Although he didn't do a very good job, he was really attentive." Song Li and Song Yue both remembered the scene where Wu Mingde used a wooden shovel to slap the dust on himself, and they couldn't help laughing.

The laughter diluted Song Yue's sorrow, and she smiled and told Song Li: "Sister, I can tell the difference. Fantasy is fantasy, and fact is fact. Maybe in August, when he passes the exam, he will leave the village. Didn't you say that time will dilute everything, and he will marry the beauty he likes, and I will let mother arrange a marriage for him. It's good for everyone to have a good destination. It's my fault today. I should have let him leave at the beginning."

After saying this, Song Yue lay on Song Li's legs. Song Li knew that Song Yue was unhappy, so she patted Song Yue's back gently to coax her to sleep.

Song Li felt ashamed of herself for being as open-minded as Song Yue, but isn't it normal in this world to be unhappy?