Chapter 29 What do you want to do when you are drunk?

Anyone who grew up in the countryside has never seen farmyard manure and manure. Even when he was sixteen or seventeen years old, when he was half an adult, Zhou Chunhe competed with Daman Xiya to see who could pee far away. Therefore, he was not afraid of picking up manure and watering the ground.

, what I’m afraid of is that my wife will smell his scent when I go back.

The things were collected from three families, so naturally they had to pick up the pieces for them. It just so happened that the three of them lived together.

Zhou Chunhe acted righteously and let Xiya and Daman choose first, leaving the widow Liu Xinghua's family to Zhou Chunhe.

Zhou Chunhe threw the pole on the ground, "Is this intentional?"

"That's not true, boss, we are also afraid of her." Xiya shrank.

"How come she can eat people?" Zhou Chunhe was not afraid of her, but annoyed her.

"If you don't want to eat people, why don't you go?" Daman said.

"Look at your little potential, and you still want to get a wife." Zhou Chunhe resignedly picked up the pole with his toes.

"I'm afraid I won't be able to get a wife if I go. Boss, you already have a wife anyway, so go ahead." Daman encouraged, hiding behind Xiya.

Zhou Chunhe took the pole and went.

Liu Xinghua had been waiting at home for a long time. She even changed her clothes, combed her hair in a new style, and even put on hair oil and face oil, waiting for Zhou Chunhe to come to her door.

When Zhou Chunhe appeared at the door, the door opened automatically from the inside before knocking. Naturally, Liu Xinghua saw it through the crack in the door and opened it.

"Here we come." Liu Xinghua half-hidden her face and said seductively.

Zhou Chunhe was shocked when he saw her appearance, "Are you okay? Isn't it cold in what you're wearing today?"

Liu Xinghua was wearing thin clothes. There was a vest underneath the thin coat, but the outer buttons were not fully buttoned. When she lowered her head, the vest was visible.

"It's not cold, it's spring now and it's very warm." Liu Xinghua said quickly and closed the door.

Zhou Chunhe didn't care whether she was cold or not, so he said, "Don't close the door. Where is the cesspit?"

Liu Xinghua closed the door anyway, "Don't worry, I went to the county town a few days ago and bought some wine and peanuts. Come and have a few sips to warm yourself up first."

He even winked at Zhou Chunhe a few times.

Zhou Chunhe put the pole across his shoulders and looked at Liu Xinghua with interest, "Are there any dishes to go with the wine?"

"Enough!" Liu Xinghua said happily, twisting her waist and came forward.

Unexpectedly, Zhou Chunhe yelled, "Daman, Xiya, come in and drink and eat, you'll have enough to take care of!"

Before Liu Xinghua could react, the door opened, and Daman and Xiya ran in at a sprint speed of 100 meters, "Where is the wine?"

"Where is the wine?" Zhou Chunhe turned to Liu Xinghua and asked.

Liu Xinghua was speechless and stammered, "It's in the house." Grandma was so careless.

"Then we won't be polite," Zhou Chunhe said with a smile, turning to face Daman, "Don't cause trouble to others, just take it away and drink it on the ridge."

"It can be done!" Daman replied.

"Why are Xiya still standing there? Go help." Zhou Chunhe urged.

Xiya ran in quickly.

"The cesspit is over there, I'm going to carry the excrement." Zhou Chunhe said calmly, with an innocent look on his face.

Liu Xinghua never expected such a result. Her wine, her peanuts, and the rouge and hair oil she applied were all in vain.

Liu Xinghua was either crying or laughing. She watched Daman and Xiya take away her wine and vegetables, and then saw Zhou Chunhe carrying dung and passing by in front of her eyes.

A gust of wind blew by, and the domineering taste penetrated into her mouth, nose, and internal organs. With a sound, Liu Xinghua spit it out. She caught a cold, didn't she?

Zhou Chunhe came out of the courtyard gate, raised the corners of her mouth, and tried to set a trap for him, and he would give her a trap within the trap.

The three people carried the dung into the field. Zhou Chunhe didn't know exactly which piece of land Liu Xinghua's house belonged to. When he asked Daman and Xiya, they only knew roughly.

"No matter, just this one." Zhou Chunhe pointed at a piece of land and started watering.

As soon as the manure is sprinkled, the smell drifts in the wind over the vast fields, mixed with the smell of rice seedlings and vegetables, blending into a unique smell of nature. It is not so pungent, but has an original and fresh feeling.

The three men completed the task quickly, sitting on the ground with the sky as their roof and the earth as their table, drinking heavily and eating food.

I used green vegetable leaves as a wine bowl. After I finished drinking the wine, I wrapped a few peanuts in the vegetable leaves and ate them together, so there was no waste at all.

"It's so comfortable. Liu Xinghua is such a generous girl." Daman wiped her mouth, feeling heartily and thoroughly satisfied.

"We haven't taken advantage of the boss, otherwise the widow Liu Xinghua could give us such good wine and food?" Xiya said soberly.

But Zhou Chunhe got a kick from Zhou Chunhe, "I can't stop your mouth even if you eat it. Remember, it was Liu Xinghua who gave it to the three of us today. This is what everyone asks!"

"knew."

"Remember."

The two nodded repeatedly and whispered secretly. They never thought that the boss would be afraid of his wife.

In the evening, Zhou Chunhe didn't eat much. He was full after just one bowl of rice porridge, and the vegetables were not touched at all.

"Not to your liking?" Mrs. Zhou asked.

If he dared to say yes, Mrs. Zhou was ready to hit her with the head of her chopsticks, daring to criticize her poor craftsmanship.

"No, I'm not very hungry. You guys should eat more." Zhou Chunhe didn't do as his mother wished, and he didn't get beaten.

"You're not hungry. Did you eat out?" Mrs. Zhou asked again.

Jiang Lu also pricked up his ears and listened.

"Drink some wine with Daman and Xiya." Zhou Chunhe said, but left half of the story unsaid. He didn't want to cause any complications.

"No wonder I smelled like alcohol when I came in." Mrs. Zhou said in disgust.

"Mom, I really doubt whether I am your biological child, daughter-in-law, do you think I look like her biological child?" Zhou Chunhe deliberately asked when Jiang Lu didn't say anything.

"How do I know? I have to tell my mother." Jiang Lu smiled.

"Picked it from the cesspit." Mrs. Zhou picked up the bowl and went out.

"Why has it become a cesspit again? Yesterday it was still a ditch." Zhou Chunhe shouted.

Mrs. Zhou ignored him at all and went to visit the house with a bowl in hand.

"Daughter-in-law?" Zhou Chunhe called when he saw his mother walking away.

Jiang Lu buried his head in his porridge. Today's sauerkraut didn't have any chili pepper, so it tasted a bit off.

"Daughter-in-law?" Zhou Chunhe tried again.

"If you have anything to say, just say it." Jiang Lu was thinking about hot pot, tripe, thousand layers, shrimp slippery...

"Look, I drank a little. Can we have something to do tonight?"

"Which?"

"What is that?" Zhou Chunhe raised his voice.

"Mother, Chunhe said..."

"My ancestor, why are you telling my mother this?" Zhou Chunhe covered Jiang Lu's mouth.

Jiang Lu was not polite and bit into it. The pain made Zhou Chunhe scream and jump to his feet.

"What happened?" Mrs. Zhou heard the sound and rushed back.

"It's okay, the stool hit my foot." Zhou Chunhe hurriedly said to his mother.

"Is that so?" Mrs. Zhou asked her daughter-in-law Jiang Lu.

"Yes." Jiang Lu replied.

"That's what you deserve. How old you are, you still get hit on your feet by a stool." Mrs. Zhou said, already squatting down to check.

"It's okay, mother, it's not broken." Zhou Chunhe shook his feet hurriedly. His mother's standards were too high and she couldn't bear it.

"Let me see if the bench is broken." Mrs. Zhou said quietly.

Zhou Chunhe wished he could give himself a slap in the face, he had no self-awareness at all!

What is mother's love? It is lowering your head to check the gap between the benches to see if your son's feet are injured; it is still mending your torn clothes even after scolding you; it is that when you grow old, as long as you call me mother, you can still get up and give me love.

You order a bowl of noodles and watch the disgust on your lips and the satisfaction in your heart after you finish it.
Chapter completed!