Changping Village.

Bingbing spent most of the next day in a daze. He was absent-mindedly cutting rapeseeds in the field all day long, and almost grazed his hand with the sickle twice.

My mind kept recalling the scene of lunch earlier. The woman was squatting aside and waiting for the two of them to eat their papers, and from time to time poured a bowl of tea over to them.

He ate absent-mindedly, and until they finished eating and she cleared away the dishes and went back, she didn't mention a word about the previous fight between the siblings, let alone the time he hit her waist with a ponytail.

Until I finished work and returned home in the evening, everything was as usual at home, and my sister in the house no longer cried or fussed.

After dinner, they fooled around and went back to their houses. Bingbing was still worried. He didn't believe that the woman would really be so generous. He might complain to his father in front of him on the field ridge at noon, but he might complain to his father in private at night.

She filed a complaint, but she was the one who brought Sister Huahua here, so her affection is naturally better than that of her stepson.

The more Bingbing thought about it, the more irritated he became, so he simply got up and sneaked to the back of his father and stepmother's house, leaning against the gap under the window to listen to what was going on inside.

Dad was washing his feet, and the woman squatted beside him to wait on him to wash his feet. The two of them chatted about working in the fields.

"... Taking advantage of the beautiful weather and the bright sunshine these days, I plan to cut the rapeseeds and take them to the threshing floor at the south end of the village to dry them for a few days. During the day, I met Uncle Li Zheng and followed me.

After we agreed, we arranged a piece of open space for our family, and when it was drying, we took advantage of the situation and packed it in bags. This way, we will have rapeseed oil all year round, and you don’t have to worry about how much oil to put away for cooking."

Ping'er smiled and said: "Yes, I have been busy these days, and life is indeed a bit tight. A little girl can't be counted as a laborer, and Bingbing is growing up. I can still do some embroidery work, and I can do some embroidery work in the fields.

I am also a show-off. The burden of food, clothing and food for this family falls on your shoulders. There is not much oil or water in the dishes, and you can't put any effort into it. I feel worried when I look at it."

Zhou Sheng grabbed Ping'er's hand and said, "Don't worry, I have plenty of strength! It will be fine when the rapeseed oil is ground later, and the wheat will be ripe soon, so we can all have a full stomach."

Qing'er nodded, "When the time comes, I'll give you fried cakes to eat. Bingbing and his sisters all love them."

Bingbing listened with open ears outside, a little puzzled.

These two couples are discussing how to live together? Why haven't you filed a lawsuit yet?

Just as this thought crossed my mind, Ping'er's low cry suddenly came from the room.

Bingbing quickly squinted his eyes and looked inside. It turned out that his father had finished washing his feet, and his stepmother poured him foot-washing water. Something happened when he stood up with the basin in his hand. The basin in his hand fell to the ground, and water splashed all over the floor.

"Ping'er, what's wrong with you? What's wrong with your waist?" Zhou Sheng quickly got up from the stool and helped Ping'er aside.

Ping'er's face looked a little pale, she rubbed her lower back with one hand and gasped.

Outside the window, Bingbing's fingers were tightly grasping the window edge, and his whole body was tense.

What's supposed to come is coming, and you can't even hide.

Ping'er just shook her head and said, "It's okay. Maybe I was too hasty to get up earlier and my waist flashed."

When Zhou Sheng heard this, he was worried and couldn't help but blame him: "You're such an adult, please get up slowly. You won't need to wash my feet in the future. I'm not an official and I don't need to wait on you."

"In my heart, you are more valuable than Mr. Guan. Mr. Guan does not support our family, but you do." Ping'er said.

Zhou Sheng smiled heartily, "Haha, I love hearing this. You go and lie down on the bed. I'll clean up the floor."

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Bingbing quietly retreated to his room and didn't sleep well all night.

The next day, Yang Ruoqing came over to see Ping'er and found Ping'er lying on the bed.

"Why are you lying on the bed in broad daylight? Is there any discomfort in your body?" Yang Ruoqing asked.

Ping'er smiled bitterly and whispered to Yang Ruoqing what happened yesterday.

After hearing this, Yang Ruoqing couldn't help but feel anxious.

"Why don't you ask the doctor to take a look?"

"It's such a small thing, it doesn't matter."

"Why is it such a small thing? Your waist is a vital part, why don't you lie down and let me take a look at the head office?"

Ping'er obediently lay down and let Yang Ruoqing lift up her clothes behind her to check her back.

Although Ping'er is now a peasant woman, her hands have become rough due to years of housework, but her body is still fine and tender, and her smooth and fair skin is suddenly bruised after being hit so hard by a small wooden stick.

Some places are still green with black spots, and it hurts just to look at them.

"Yeah, there's a big bruise. This young man is really strong, so his attack must have been too heavy." Yang Ruoqing was shocked and angry.

Ping'er smiled bitterly: "You can't blame him. He didn't want to hit me. I did it myself."

Fortunately, it hit him. If it hit Huahua, Huahua's postpartum body would definitely not be able to bear it.

Yang Ruoqing shook her head, "You, you really owed these two siblings in your previous life, and you are here to pay off your debts in this life. Lie down, and I will give you some medicine for bruises."

"Well, thank you for your help, Qing'er."

"Hey, are you still saying these things to me? Just lie down and let me wash my hands first."

Soon, the medicine dissolved in the water, and a faint musky scent spread throughout the room.

"Qing'er, why do you still carry the medicine for bruises with you?" Ping'er folded her arms and rested them on the pillow, resting her head on her arms and looking sideways at Yang Ruoqing.

Yang Ruoqing twisted a piece of the melted ointment between her fingers and spread it in her palm. She leaned over and rubbed Ping'er's lower back gently.

Wisps of clarity penetrated into the skin, and the original burning pain was diluted to a great extent.

"The medicine I carry with me is not only for injuries caused by bruises, but also for wounds, anti-inflammatory medicine, and some other common medicines."

The gentle movements between the fingers continued, and Yang Ruoqing and Ping'er patiently explained.
Chapter completed!