MTL - Peasant Woman’s Decreed Life as a Wife-Chapter 33 vegetable field or weed field

  Chapter 33 Vegetable Field or Weed Field

   After a while, he realized what he was thinking. Chu Heng had black lines all over his head and gritted his teeth. He was definitely blind. Isn't it bad enough that he was hurt by Mrs. Ye in his previous life?

   Ye Muyu naturally didn't know about the entanglement in Chu Heng's heart.

  She just came out of the kitchen when Chu Ziluo, who was drinking rice wine and egg water in the main room, rushed out, "Mother, where are you going?"

   "I'll go pick some scallions and ginger." Ye Muyu searched the memory of the original owner, knowing that there were these two crops in this era, so he used them unceremoniously.

  Although she usually doesn't have much time to cook by herself, she is good at cooking. Whenever she has time, she will try to cook.

  Whether it's Chinese food, Western food, or snacks, as long as she is interested, she has basically done it.

   "I'll go with you." Chu Ziluo hurriedly said.

  Ye Muyu asked: "Have you finished eating?"

   "After eating, mother, I am very full now, and I will definitely not be able to eat if I don't work for a while."

   "Ah, mother, I don't want to eat more, I just... just want to help you with your work." As soon as the words came out, Chu Ziluo felt that she had made a mistake in the previous sentence, and explained in a panic.

   There was a look of fear in his eyes again, worried that Ye Muyu would be angry.

  Ye Muyu's expression didn't change, she was still gentle and gentle: "Well, mother knows, it just so happens that I also need your help."

"The rice wine and egg water is originally a pre-dinner dessert. Even if you don't move, you will be hungry after a while." This food is a dessert of ordinary people who went to school in a relatively hot farm in the previous life. It is called dessert, and it is purely for those who come back from work, to quench their thirst, and it is stronger than tea for satiety.

  Seeing that Ye Muyu was not angry, Chu Ziluo pursed a small smile, followed her, and walked out of the yard.

  The land near the Chu family’s courtyard is under Chu Heng’s name.

  So the vegetables we usually eat are planted around the house, which is convenient.

  The villagers are also invited to plant vegetables, but Chu Lin, the eldest brother of the Chu family, is responsible for carrying water and fertilizing.

Things like weeding need to be done by Mrs. Ye himself, but Mrs. Ye is not even willing to do her own housework, so the harvest of vegetables in the field is not good. There are too many weeds, which affects the harvest .

  If it’s just a family of four, it’s enough.

  Ye Muyu walked to her own vegetable field, looked at the vegetable field overgrown with weeds, and suspected that this field was a field of weeds, not a vegetable field.

   "Mother, the vegetables are growing well today."

   "There are green onions, look, there is a big piece of green onions here." Chu Ziluo went straight in, pulled a handful of green onions, and smiled brightly.

  Ye Muyu thought to himself, if it was other food, it might not even produce fruit.

  She walked over and took the onion in her hand: "It's ok, don't pull it anymore."

  After seeing the onion field, Ye Muyu went to the vegetable field next to it.

  At this moment in mid-April, there are basically only various vegetables, so there are many weeds in the field, which does not affect the overall situation.

  But starting from May, we will plant the vegetables that are often eaten in summer, such as cucumbers, edamame, eggplant, peppers, carrots and other vegetables. These can no longer be overgrown with weeds.

  It seems that this field should be cleaned up.

  She doesn't want to have to buy food.

   There is only about ten taels of silver in deposit at home, and it won't take long at all.

   As for Chu Heng's ability to earn money, she really doesn't know. Thinking that Chu Heng can bear the cost of studying by himself, he is already considered very powerful.

  A scholar spends at least ten taels a year.

  (end of this chapter)