Chapter 692: His Mother?

After lunch in the afternoon, Chen Jiahang went to work in the farmland.

He Xiyan pushed a bicycle out of the backyard. This bicycle was bought by Chen Jiahang last month so that she could go to the nearby village to play.

The bicycle was a very cheap old men's model, only more than 400 yuan, but although it was cheap, it was very durable. Two bamboo baskets could be tied to the back to carry things.

He Xiyan rode the bicycle out of her home. She was basically familiar with this village. At this time, most people in the village were busy in the farmland.

It was June and a little hot. Chen Jiahang was afraid that she would be tired, so he didn't let her go to work in the farmland. He only let her do some simple housework or cooking at home.

She was actually not a lazy person. Besides, she was still thinking about making more money to make her family richer and let herself and Jiahang live a better life.

After riding three or four kilometers, she parked the car in front of a vegetable field.

"Auntie Wang..." She shouted to Auntie Wang who was weeding in the vegetable garden, waving her hands vigorously.

Auntie Wang stopped her work after hearing the shout, and waved her hand when she saw that it was He Xiyan.

He Xiyan walked into the vegetable garden, pointed to the large area of ​​pepper trees that grew very well, and said: "Auntie, I want to buy some fresh red peppers from you, please name a price."

She said with a smile. One characteristic of the people in this village is that they are very simple and easy to talk to, of course, except for a few weird ones.

When Auntie Wang heard the word "buy", she hurriedly shook her head and said politely: "Jiahang wife, you pick it yourself, Auntie doesn't want you to pay, it's just a few peppers!" How much can it be worth? She has planted a lot. Their family can't eat it all.

He Xiyan shook her hand, she couldn't do such a thing of making money from others.

"Auntie, I need a lot, at least seven or eight kilograms, please name a price. Otherwise, I won't pick it."

Seeing that she insisted, Auntie Wang could only casually say 60 cents per kilogram.

Every family in the village grows peppers, who would buy this stuff?

He Xiyan felt that the price Aunt Wang said was too low, and finally gave 80 cents per pound. She picked a total of nine pounds, all of which were top-quality red peppers, red and spicy.

After picking them, she sat on the ridge of the field and nibbled on a cucumber she had just picked, which was sweet, delicious and very crisp.

"Aunt, can I ask you something?" He Xiyan asked Aunt Wang who was still busy.

Aunt Wang's house was the closest to her home, only more than 100 meters away, so they were neighbors. In addition, Aunt Wang occasionally came to visit, so they were already old acquaintances. She knew that Aunt Wang had two daughters, but both of them were married. One married to the county town and only came back during the Spring Festival, and the other married to the town and would come back once every one or two months.

Usually, the Wang family only had Uncle Wang and Aunt Wang.

Aunt Wang stopped her work and sat on the ridge of the field like He Xiyan.

"Go ahead, I'll tell you everything I know." Aunt Wang was very enthusiastic. Her two daughters were not around, and He Xiyan was about the same age as her daughters. For a long time, she had treated her like a child.

He Xiyan paused, then asked doubtfully:

"Do you know Jiahang's mother?" He Xiyan asked the doubts that had always existed in her heart.

She asked Chen Jiahang, but his answer was inexplicable. She was afraid that it was his sad past, so she didn't ask again.

"Jiahang's mother?" Aunt Wang was obviously a little surprised when she heard her ask such a question.