Picking Up a General is Good For Farming

Han Yingmei almost shed tears when she was told by Mrs. Han.

Her grandma is too eccentric, right? When her mother is sick, isn't she just taking care of her? It can't be that no one is watching, right? Now her grandma scolded her together with her mother.

They are all a family, and she is also Mrs. Han's granddaughter, so why do they treat them so differently?

Aren't Ying Ju Yinglan and Ying Wan also around her age? Why not let them go to work?

Han Yingmei wanted to refute, but Mrs. Pan took her hand.

"Mom, it's all my fault, I'm going to get up and cook now..." Mrs. Pan said while supporting her weak body.

"Hmph, hurry up! Your father and the others will come back from the field later!" Mrs. Han muttered a few more cursing words before going out.

Mrs. Liu shook her butt and went out with Mrs. Han.

"Mother~" Han Yingmei held back her tears and looked at her mother with distress.

It's okay for her to scold her, but her mother is sick and she is asked to work. It's not that the old Han family has no one to cook.

"Mei Er, be good, don't say anything!" Pan said weakly.

No matter who made her unable to give birth to a son, she could only accept her fate. There are some things that she can't avoid if she is unwilling.

Maybe it was something she did in her previous life that made her fall into this world.

"Mom, let me go, I'll cook, you rest!"

"Mom~" Mrs. Pan shook her head. Mrs. Han came here to find fault. If she didn't go, Mrs. Han would scold her a little. "Mei'er, help your mother."

"Hmm..." Han Yingmei choked with sobs and gave Pan Shi a hand, and walked into the kitchen with Pan Shi.

After a while, cooking smoke rose from the kitchen, and Mrs. Liu was sitting leisurely in the yard cracking melon seeds.

Mrs. Zheng gave a lot of these melon seeds. It happened that the others hadn't come back yet. Mrs. Zheng and Han Yingwan were in the room again, so they started nibbling with Han Yingju and Han Yinglan.

The ground was covered with melon seed husks, and Liu commanded Han Yingju, "Ju'er, sweep up the melon seed husks. Your father and the others should be back later."

"Mother, why don't you let my sister sweep it?" Han Yingju muttered in dissatisfaction.

"Aren't the two of you sweeping the same? Hurry up, it won't be good if people see it!" Liu put away the melon seeds and urged.

"Okay, okay!" Han Yingju picked up the broom and swept it reluctantly.

"Mother, I still want to eat!" Han Yinglan stared at the melon seeds in Liu's hand and said.

"Eat, eat, eat, what to eat, we won't be able to eat it if your grandfather and uncle see it, and your third aunt stuffed it for me!" Liu said in a serious tone.

Han Yinglan curled her lips and touched her own sweet finger.

The fifth child of the Han family had just returned with a hoe when he heard Han Yingmei's shouts from the kitchen.

"Mother, mother, what's the matter with you? Are you all right?"

"What's the matter?" The fifth child of the Han family rushed into the kitchen and saw Mrs. Pan lying on the ground.

"Mei'er, what's wrong with your mother?" The fifth child of the Han family asked nervously.

Pan's face lying on the ground was pale, without any blood, much worse than the face just lying on the bed.

"Woooooo..." Han Yingmei burst into tears in fright, and said to the fifth son of the Han family: "Father, mother is sick today, and the grandmother came to scold mother, so she insisted on cooking. Mother came to cook, but mother is not well. Ah, now..." Han Yingmei couldn't stop crying.

Hearing this, the fifth son of the Han family turned dark.

He knew that his own daughter-in-law was sick last night. He thought that Mrs. Pan would take a break today, but his mother...

How the hell can...