coobybook Chapter 288 Everyone has their own thoughts
Chapter 288 Everyone has their own thoughts
When Xiuying finished working in the backyard, Taohua hurried over and said, "Mother, I've asked the servants to put the harvested bamboo shoots into the warehouse."
Xiuying nodded and walked into the warehouse. Looking at the piles of bamboo shoots, a satisfied smile appeared on her face.
After a brief pause, Xiuying turned on the system and pressed confirm without hesitation.
Then, I heard the familiar sound of money being credited. "Ding—four thousand five hundred yuan has arrived."
The clear sound echoed in the warehouse, like the most beautiful melody in the world.
Xiuying couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief and said with emotion, "Making money is still fun!"
After finishing the morning work and having lunch, Taohua did not stop for a moment and was busy leading her servants to dry the cut medicinal herbs.
Taohua looked focused as she directed the servants in an orderly manner to arrange the herbs and adjust the heat.
Xiuying watched quietly from the side, with a look of approval and thought in her eyes.
At the same time, Yang's father and mother were not idle either. They carefully sent out the chubby little piglets.
Yang's father and mother were all smiles and were chatting cordially with the villagers who came to pick up the piglets.
"These little piglets look strong. Thank you so much!" the villagers said gratefully.
Father Yang waved his hand and said with a hearty smile, "We are all neighbors, we help each other!"
The lambs still need to be fed for a few more days before they can be given to the villagers.
Today, the boys from Sun Dasao's family did not come to help with the housework. They were busy preparing for tomorrow's coming-of-age ceremony. Sun Dasao stood in the yard, giving orders while wiping the sweat from her forehead.
Jindan was struggling to carry a basket of vegetables, his steps somewhat unsteady. Tiedan squatted by the well, sleeves rolled up, diligently washing a pile of dishes, water splashing everywhere.
"Brother, hurry up, it's waiting for you!" Goudan urged anxiously.
Goudan was busy in the kitchen preparing ingredients for tomorrow. He cut the meat skillfully with his knife, and beads of sweat covered his forehead.
The yard was bustling with activity. Mrs. Sun looked from Jindan to Tiedan and Goudan, and shouted, "Be careful, everyone! Don't be clumsy!"
There was a hint of fatigue in her voice, but it was also full of anticipation for tomorrow's coming-of-age ceremony.
She had never dared to think about holding a coming-of-age ceremony for her daughter before. Recalling the hard times in the past, Sun Dasao couldn't help but tear up. At that time, the family was so poor that even having enough food was a problem, let alone arranging any ceremony for her daughter.
Although it was not as formal as that of a wealthy family, there was no gorgeous venue decoration, no expensive jewelry, and no many dignitaries coming to congratulate.
But in the countryside, having new clothes for her daughter, and having them laid out on the tables, was quite a treat. Mrs. Sun's face was filled with a satisfied smile. She had saved up her money for a long time and had Jindan buy the fabric to make the new clothes herself. The stitches might not be fine, but they were filled with her deep love for her daughter.
Although the banquets consisted of home-cooked dishes that could not compare to the delicious food in the city restaurants, each dish was carefully prepared by her and was full of blessings for her daughter.
Mrs. Sun is already very contented to have such a scene. She only hopes that her daughter can grow up smoothly and live a happy life.
Tonight, in Futian Village, the moonlight shone like water, casting a shadow over the scattered houses and winding paths. Every household had gone to bed early, and the entire village was immersed in a quietness, with only the occasional barking of dogs to be heard.
Xiuying lay on the kang, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep, thinking about taking her daughters to help Mrs. Sun's house early tomorrow.
Yang Qingfeng was in his study. He put down the book in his hand and looked into the distance through the window. He was thinking that he would be able to see Huahua wearing that dress tomorrow. The corners of his mouth rose unconsciously, and his heart was full of anticipation.
"I wonder how beautiful she'll look in it."
Yang Qingfeng's thoughts drifted away, and a gentle smile appeared on his face.
The villagers were still thinking in their dreams: Which girl could catch the eye of a scholar like Yang Qingfeng?
Someone murmured in a dream, "Yang Qingfeng is handsome and knowledgeable. This girl is really blessed."
Some speculated that it was Xiao Cui from East Village, while others thought it was Lan'er from West Village. There were many different opinions, but there was still no conclusion.
On this quiet night, the villagers' dreams are also full of curiosity and expectation. There have been no melons in the village for too long!
The next day, at dawn, when the eastern sky was just beginning to turn pale, Xiuying got out of bed quietly and woke up her daughters one by one.
Everyone got up, washed up, and quickly finished their breakfast before starting to prepare to go to Mrs. Sun's house.
Xiuying arranged various matters in an orderly manner. She asked Taohua and Laosi to prepare peanuts, melon seeds, and cakes, and said, "Hurry up and take them to Mrs. Sun's house later."
After arranging the arrangements for Taohua and the fourth child, Xiuying brought Shiliu and the third child Guihua to the backyard. Meanwhile, the fifteen servants who had made the sweet potato flour yesterday were already waiting there.
Everyone took out the wooden barrels that had stored the sweet potato pulp yesterday. Xiuying stood aside and gave instructions, saying, "Pour out the water in the barrels first. Be gentle and don't stir up the stuff underneath." Xiuying looked serious, her eyes fixed on everyone's actions.
Following Xiuying's instructions, the servants carefully poured out the water from the bucket. Xiuying stepped forward to check and said, "Look, what's left is the sweet potato flour. Just take it out and put it on the dustpan to dry." As she spoke, she personally demonstrated how to do it.
Under Xiuying's command, soon each winnowing basket was covered with sweet potato flour, which glowed faintly in the rising sun.
Xiuying looked at the servants sternly and told them solemnly, "The sweet potato flour must be dried in the sun. Not a single drop of moisture can remain. Otherwise, it will easily become moldy and spoil, and all our previous efforts will be wasted."
"After a while, we will build a dryer to dry the sweet potato flour. This will be more efficient and can also ensure the quality of the sweet potato flour."
Wang Daya was also among the fifteen servants who had signed the death contract, and she listened to Xiuying's instructions seriously.
Xiuying walked forward, patted Wang Daya's shoulder gently, and said, "Daya, I'll leave this to you." Xiuying's eyes were full of trust.
"You've always been meticulous and reliable in your work. I believe you can get this done. You need to keep an eye on everyone, don't let them slack off, and don't let anything go wrong. If there are any problems, tell me immediately."
Xiu Yingwen explained earnestly, and Wang Daya nodded solemnly.
"Ma'am, don't worry. I will do my best to complete the task. You can go to Mrs. Sun's house for dinner without worry."