The Sweet Little Fulang

To be the young fulang of the Li family, Lu Wen was looking forward to this wholeheartedly, and felt that it wouldn’t be appropriate for Li Mingshan to trouble the Shen family before getting married.

    Li Mingshan had to rely on the Li family's money to do things.
If the old lady of the Li family knew, even if the quarrel in the street was not his fault, then the fact that theShen family had entanglements with him before, and he had made an appointment with Shen Xuanqing, it must not be known by the Li family, otherwise it would be bad for the marriage.

    So he took a break from his thoughts for a while, even after the cloud and rain, he didn't say anything when the affection was strong and tender, he just snuggled to Li Mingshan and intentionally or unintentionally mentioned something about getting married as soon as possible.

    Li Mingshan was very tender-hearted towards him, and he agreed with all his heart.
Lu Wen was even happier.
He thought that after getting married, he would become the young fulang of the Li family.
It was not too late to give them a small punishment.

   Lu Gu didn't know anything about the people and things in the town.
These days, the whole family was busy threshing the rice, separating the chaff and grain, sifting with the ox, and finally pounding the rice to remove the bran, so that the new rice could come out.
Couldn’t think about anything else.

    The weather was beautiful.
The sun was hot recently, and the rice was not afraid of sprouting when it was dried.
It was hot and tired, but they were happy to grab a handful of white and clean new rice.

    Farm work was not exhausting.
In front of the gate of Shen’s courtyard, Lu Gu raised a dustpan to separate the grains.
There was a lot of dust on his face and hands.
He stopped to take a rest when it was too hot.
He raised his arms and wiped his sweat with his sleeves.
When he was about to get busy again, Shen Xuanqing spoke.

    “You, mother, and Shen Yan all take a break.
There are not many left.
Brother Daqing and I are fine.
The sun was good these few days, so don't be too anxious.”

    Shen Xuanqing said, and took his dustpan.
After leaving, Lu Gu couldn't work anymore, so he had to go back to the courtyard to rest according to his words.

    “Mother, are you hungry? Let's have a steamed bun first.” Ji Qiuyue was cooking and asked when she saw them coming in.

    Tired all morning, Wei Lanxiang replied: “Yes, let's wash our faces and eat.”

    Lu Gu scooped water for the three of them to wash their hands and faces, rubbed wild bath beads in their hands, and closed their eyes tightly.
Washed the white foam on the face, and the dirt would be removed.

    Ji Qiuyue brought them the lukewarm but soft steamed buns, pickles, and cut a few salted duck eggs for them to eat.

    Duck egg yolks were poked with chopsticks to produce a red oily juice.
It was not too salty, and it went well with the steamed buns and the pickled vegetables.
If you didn’t have chicken eggs, you could eat duck eggs to make up for the tiredness of the past few days.

    Lu Gu ate half of the salted duck egg very cleanly, and in the end there was only half an empty shell, and there was no residue left.
He was still thinking in his heart that salted eggs were delicious, and when the ducks he raised lay eggs next year, he would also make salted eggs for Shen Xuanqing to eat.