Return to the small mountain village in 1981

c61-70

Chapter 61 61 You owe me a lot

Mother Zhou came out and scooped some water and sprinkled it into the sack, so that the lazy cicada would not shed its shell and grow wings. "Boss, I boiled some musk grass. You go and burn your feet. Go to bed early. You have to go up the mountain when you get up early tomorrow morning." "

"I want it!" Zhou Huairong and the other two people fetched some well water and washed their hands and feet before going to the kitchen.

At this time, Zhou Huaian also came over with a bundle of bamboo poles. Father Zhou followed him pushing the chicken cart, pushed the cart to the eaves and put it away.

"Youngest, bring me the rope. We'll tie the basket up in the dark tonight. We'll set off after dinner tomorrow morning."

"Oh!" Zhou Huaian piled the bamboo poles together and said to Yang Chunyan, "You go and wash up and go to bed. I will tie up the old man."

"Yeah!" Yang Chunyan scooped out half a basin of herbal water for stretching her muscles. After soaking her feet, she got a bucket of hot water and carried it to the pig pen in the backyard.

She closed the door and put her hair on top of her head. After rinsing, she carried the bucket and walked back to the house to take off her waist-length hair. She thought she would cut it shorter when she came back tomorrow to avoid the trouble of washing her hair.

Zhou's father and Zhou Huaian tied two large rectangular bamboo baskets, one meter and a half high, to the chicken bus. One bamboo basket contained Magnolia officinalis flower buds and Magnolia officinalis bark, with several layers of Skeletonema on top.

There is also a bamboo basket that has not even been filled with horsetail seeds, but it is full. There are also a lot of mugwort, a pile of chicken shit vines, and a pile of mountain incense. "Youngest, the rest can only be put into sacks." .”

"Old man, if you can't put it into a sack, let it dry here and put it in tomorrow morning."

"Then tie the basket first and then tie the sack to it tomorrow."

The father and son tied up the bamboo basket, and Zhou's father tidied up the yard, looked at the front and back doors before going back and closing the main room door and went to sleep.

Zhou Huaian returned to the room with a basin of hot water and saw that Yang Chunyan was already lying down, "Have you soaked your feet? Mom has taken some ginseng."

Yang Chunyan said angrily: "I soaked it. I quickly soaked it and fell asleep. I can't even open my eyes."

"Hmm!" Zhou Huaian yawned while soaking his feet. He put the footbath on the wall and climbed into bed. He lay down on the pillow and fell asleep.

Not long after the rooster crowed for the first time, Zhou's mother got up, cooked the food, prepared dry food, and walked to the west wing. "Qiuyue, Chunyan, and the youngest are up! It's time to eat."

In her daze, Yang Chunyan seemed to hear Zhou's mother's voice calling her to wake up. She woke up when she heard Li Qiuyue's reply next door. It felt like she had just fallen asleep and was about to get up again.

She felt that being young was good, and she had slept for more than five hours, but she still felt that she had not slept enough.

In my previous life, I would sleep for two or three hours a night, then close my eyes in bed and wait for dawn.

Yang Chunyan put on her clothes and gently patted Zhou Huaian, who was rolling up his clothes and saying, "Get up, mom has cooked the rice."

"I just fell asleep, you were dreaming!" Zhou Huaian muttered, turned over and fell asleep again.