Rise From the Humble

The scene of an endless stream of horse-drawn carriages in Xiahe Village lasted for more than ten days and then gradually became quiet. Zhu Ping'an's mother, Mrs. Chen, had not had time to leave the house until this time. There had been an endless stream of cars and people coming and going in the past few days, and Mrs. Chen couldn't leave the house.

Ms. Chen is in her forties this year, but she looks as if she is in her thirties. Especially since she has been in a good mood recently, her complexion and face are plump and healthy, making her appear younger.

The women in the village who are similar in age to Chen are almost all turned into aunts by the butcher knife of time. Whenever these people see Chen, they can't help but look at her with envy, and they also talk about Chen. Shi was full of praise.

At this time, Ms. Chen always shook her head and laughed, but the joy and pride on her face could not be concealed.

Mrs. Chen has lived a very comfortable life during this period. After Zhu Ping'an won the election last time, the Zhu family's life has been different day by day. Now the Zhu family has hundreds of acres of fertile land, and more than 60 acres of good paddy fields, and this That’s not even counting the land that was donated. If those were included, it would be even more. In addition to the fields, the house has also been renovated and looks much better than the top landlord's house in the village.

Because there are so many fields, although there are people who contribute and tenants to take care of it, there are still people to look after it. Zhu's father also likes to farm, so he stopped driving the oxcart and took care of the family fields instead.

The job of driving back and forth to town now falls on Zhu Ping'an's eldest brother Zhu Pingchuan. This is also a profitable job, and Mrs. Chen is reluctant to leave it to others.

The eldest son successfully married a wife. Although the young couple always got tired of being together, they still did not forget their mother.

Especially when the news that her youngest son Zhong Huiyuan came out a few days ago, Mrs. Chen's happiness was overwhelming.

Apart from worrying about how her younger son was doing in the capital, Ms. Chen could say that she was happy all day long.

"Juan'er, please look after the house for us, while Mom goes out for a walk." Mrs. Chen took a shoe sole in her hand, put on her needle and thread and stood at the door to tell her eldest daughter-in-law.

"Okay, mother, please bring this small stool with you. You will get tired if you stand for a long time." The eldest daughter-in-law moved a small stool made of bamboo and caught up with Mrs. Chen and said.

"Okay, you can rest in the room. Stop making clothes. You have already made two sets for me, your father and Dachuan. Don't tire your eyes out."

Mrs. Chen is very satisfied with this eldest daughter-in-law. She has a big butt and is easy to give birth to. She works quickly and knows how to get things done. She is not as stupid as Dachuan.

"It's okay, I'm not tired, mother." The eldest daughter-in-law smiled and shook her head.

"You girl, you don't even know how to enjoy your blessings. Listen to me, you can work whenever you want. Don't worry." Ms. Chen said angrily.

"Why."

The eldest daughter-in-law nodded and smiled shyly.

After Mrs. Chen had given her instructions to her eldest daughter-in-law, she went out with satisfaction, carrying a small bamboo stool, shoe soles and needlework, and went to a place where several familiar women usually gathered.

Sure enough, when Mrs. Chen arrived, there were already seven or eight familiar women sitting there. They were either picking up shoe soles, spinning threads, or moving a large basket to sift rice. In short, everyone was sitting together and doing work. Chatting and having fun.

"Ah, Mother Ping'an, you are willing to give up." An aunt saw Mrs. Chen coming and said hello.

"I couldn't get away from home the past few days." Mrs. Chen said with a smile.

"Look, I'm not talking nonsense. Do you think Madam Ping An is young again?" Another aunt looked at Mrs. Chen and hurriedly touched the sister-in-law next to her with her hands.

"No, Ping'an is about the same age as me. I've become a yellow-faced woman. Ping'an doesn't show her age at all. She looks like a young daughter-in-law in her early thirties." The sister-in-law glanced at Mrs. Chen and couldn't help but kept smacking his tongue.

"How could it be possible? Look at what you are talking nonsense. I am already over forty." Chen's face was full of joy, but she shook her head and denied with a smile.

"I'm not lying. Mother Ping'an, no matter who you ask, you have to say this." The sister-in-law said swornly.

Everyone else nodded in agreement.

"Just work together to deceive me." Although Chen repeatedly refused, the joy on her face could not be concealed.

Mrs. Chen sat down to collect the soles of her shoes, and everyone started chatting again. Although it was a small mountain village, there was a lot of gossip nearby. Wild boars entered the neighboring Wangjia Village a few days ago, and whose daughter-in-law in the village had a quarrel with her mother-in-law. Oh, sister-in-law Li's big dog has given birth to a litter of puppies again, etc. Any topic can keep everyone talking for a long time.

Mrs. Chen sat and collected the soles of her shoes, listening to people chatting. After listening for a long time, Ms. Chen didn’t hear what she wanted to hear. She didn’t hear everyone talking about Zhu Ping’an’s Zhonghui Yuan. This made her very nervous. The rhetorical Chen has a feeling of dragon slaying magic, and has developed the ability to slay dragons, but unfortunately there is no dragon.

But it doesn't matter, Chen has special chatting skills.

For example, now, while everyone was chatting, Chen spoke.

"His aunt, you see the weather is quite nice today." Mrs. Chen looked at the busy people and said quietly.

"Yeah, pretty good."

"Well, it's okay."

Everyone looked up at the sky, nodded, and replied.

After hearing everyone's replies, Mrs. Chen spoke again, her voice full and clear.

"Look at the clouds."

Mrs. Chen put down the soles of her shoes, pointed at a white cloud in the sky, and then asked in a full and clear voice:

"Look at the clouds

Does he look like my younger son who was admitted to Huiyuan? "

Aunts

The white cloud in the sky pointed by Chen was embarrassed. I just stretched it casually, and it didn't have any shape yet.

Look at that cloud, does it look like my youngest son who was admitted to Huiyuan? One sentence may seem casual, but it can make a difference, get to the point, and hit the nail on the head. Chen's question successfully brought the topic to Zhu Pingan Zhonghui Yuan, and the topic of everyone's chat revolved around Zhu Pingan.

"Hmm, yes, by the way, Ms. Ping An, your family Ping An has passed the Huiyuan exam. When will you come back?"

"I see that many carriages are going to your house these days, rushing to deliver things to your house to see how well they are dressed. What are they doing?"

"What is the use of Ping An Lang's skills?"

"Mother Ping An, you are so blessed. Mr. Ping An is going to be an official now, right?"

Seeing everyone's questions, the smile on Ms. Chen's face never stopped, and she answered everyone one by one, with great energy and enthusiasm.

In the following time, everyone's topic was fixed on Huiyuan + Zhu Ping'an. As soon as everyone changed the topic, Chen could always use similar methods to change the topic again, and she never tired of it.

PS: Although I'm a little embarrassed, I still ask for a monthly vote. It's almost the end of the month. If you have a monthly vote, you can vote for me. Seeing that the monthly ticket was left behind, Tihu was a little unhappy.