Changping Village.

On the way back to the village, the golden color in the paddy fields on both sides faded away, and the late rice seedlings swayed gently in the majestic wind under the scorching sun, causing green ripples.

In the village, even on this hot summer day, most of the villagers gathered on the threshing floor at the south end of the village.

The threshing floor is flat and wide, covered with rice. Every household has picked up stones, or used poles, brooms, etc. to block the edge of their own rice to separate it from other people's rice. This has formed a tacit understanding, and at a glance

The threshing floor was divided into blocks and filled with rice.

The adults wore straw hats and were busy on the field, turning over it from time to time so that the damp rice underneath could also enjoy the sunshine.

The children were in groups of three and five. The boys played chasing games, while the girls gathered together to catch stones.

There are always some naughty boys among boys who want to offend girls but can't save face to strike up a conversation politely. So while they push and tease each other, there is always one who wants to steal a stone from a girl's face.

Turn around and chase.

Most of the girls exclaimed and condemned. When they met a few aggressive chicks, they would kick him out as hard as they could. Several people stopped the little boy and pulled him, and some even pulled his ears: "You

I owe you something, why don’t you still grab it?”

"I don't dare anymore, I don't dare anymore..."

The little boy quickly begged for mercy, handed over the stones and was spat on a few times. The girls, led by the leading girl, returned to the position proudly. The little boy who stayed behind was behind the tree next to his companions who ran out from behind the straw piles.

A round of laughter.

He laughs without getting upset, scratching his head and having fun.

Every summer when farming is busy, the threshing floor is the busiest place, comparable to the old maple tree at the entrance of the village.

At this time in previous years, Yang Huazhong and Sun were always present on the threshing floor, but this year, Yang Huazhong and Sun did not come.

Some knowledgeable villagers nearby took advantage of the break to talk about it.

"The Li Zheng family has also threshed all the grain. They didn't go to the threshing floor to dry it. I heard that it was dried in the yard at home. The other grains were piled there without being dried."

"Why not dry it in the sun? Why not waste it when the damp rice sprouts! The Li Zheng couple are old farmers, so they understand this principle!"

"Hey, you don't know, something like that happened to their family. The couple is thinking about Xiao An, so they don't have time to take care of the rice at home..."

Everyone was talking to each other, while Wang Hongquan was sitting not far away, smoking a cigarette, his face under his straw hat flushed with heat and sweating like rain.

"Every family has its own scriptures that are difficult to recite. These people are so free that they only bother to gossip about other people's families."

Wang Hongquan muttered, thinking about his own affairs, he became so upset that he even lost the taste of the cigarette in his mouth.

…

After Yang Ruoqing and Liu Xueyun came back, Liu Xueyun disappeared.

Yang Ruoqing could guess with her toes that this kid was probably going to the old house to find the fourth girl.

She did not point out that after the young man and woman got engaged, it was the time when they were having sex with each other. To use a modern term, they were in the period of passionate love.

Although Liu Xueyun has a boring personality and doesn't talk much, it's better to be boring.
Chapter completed!