Farm Girl's Manor

Sang Ye, engrossed in listening, didn’t expect her little nephew to suddenly turn the question on her. Looking into her son’s pleading eyes, she smiled and said to her nephew, "You can take Huanhuan with you, but remember one thing, absolutely no playing in the river. Otherwise, watch out for both of your behinds."

Upon hearing this, Sang Xiaoshan quickly covered his behind and nodded hastily, "Auntie, Xiaoshan will never take Brother Huan into the water. If I do, you can spank my behind until it swells and Xiaoshan won’t even cry out."

Sang Ye laughed, pinching his round and dark little face, "You said it yourself, remember that!"

"Mmm-hmm, got it!" Sang Xiaoshan nodded vigorously, revealing two rows of neat and white teeth.

"Good boy~" Sang Ye praised her little nephew a few times and stroked her son’s furrowed brows, "Later, Mommy has to take food to your grandparents. Just play nicely with your big brother, don’t go near the water, and don’t play under the sun for too long, okay?"

Since that incident, the child had changed his disposition, not liking to interact with others or go out to play, behaving much like an old man. How could this be okay?

Perhaps understanding his mother’s painstaking efforts, Huanhuan, despite not wanting to go out, couldn’t help but nod under his mother’s expectant gaze, murmuring, "Mommy, Huanhuan understands."

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Sang Ye, her heart aching, touched her son’s face but didn’t say he didn’t have to go if he didn’t want to.

There was still a lot of work to be done around the house. After delivering breakfast to the workers in the fields, Sang Ye had to wash a whole family’s laundry, and after returning she would have to cut pigweed, make straw sandals, dig the vegetable patch... Despite not working in the fields, there was still an endless amount of chores each day.

In a hurry, Sang Ye stuffed the last piece of flatbread into her mouth, soaked the bowls and chopsticks in the basin, ladled the half-cooled porridge into an earthen jar, then packed the remaining dozen or so flatbread into a small basket and covered them with a clean cotton cloth. She placed the porridge jar and the small basket into a large basket and also filled up a full jar of water.