The rise of the poor

Chapter 3 The Right and Worth of Small Farmyards

"Enough, from the second family, she just said it casually." Mrs. Zhu was obviously biased towards the little Zhao family.

"Mother, why do you say that? It's not a trivial matter. How can my family slander my family so much! My son is still young, but he can't bear the trouble." Zhao Shi immediately got up and retorted, protecting Zhu Ping'an like a hen protecting her cubs.

"Second sister-in-law, why are you talking to your mother like this?" Mrs. Zhao avoided the important points, changed the subject, and started accusing Mrs. Chen of disrespecting Mrs. Zhu.

"You will fan the flames!" Chen looked at Xiao Zhao with a sneer, not to mention how contemptuous his eyes were.

"Enough, let's have a meal, it's nothing." Mr. Zhu knocked his cigarette bag on the table hard, and glared at his second and youngest sons, meaning to let them take good care of their daughter-in-law, so as not to eat Rice is also restless.

Zhu Shouyi obediently stretched out his hand and pulled Chen Shi, and asked her to sit down to eat. Although Chen Shi was unhappy, she still sat down for her husband's face.

"Father, I am also doing good for our family. If I fall into evil and bring bad luck to our family, it will be miserable." Xiao Zhao held his balance, not only giving face to Mr. Zhu, but biting Zhongxie tightly. don't talk about things.

"Fuck your mother's fart!" Seeing that Xiao Zhao was still unrelenting, Chen became angry all of a sudden, and wanted to go up and scratch her.

"It's really a disgrace to the gentleman." His uncle shook his sleeves, shook his head, and sighed with an aloof face.

The eldest aunt watched with relish and did not discourage her. She was still working hard to cultivate the demeanor of everyone's wife, thinking that one day her husband was admitted to the exam, she would be the wife of a scholar, and if her husband was selected again, she would be the wife of the official family. No matter what, you have to cultivate the style of Tongshen.Seeing his two brothers and sisters arguing with no image, he felt more and more superior and transparent.

However, Zhu Ping'an scoffed at his aunt. If it was everyone's wife, the dispute would have been put out long ago, instead of making jokes like the aunt.

However, looking at his grandfather's black face, Zhu Ping'an felt that this was not a good sign. After all, this was the age of feudal patriarchy. With a reputation for being unfilial, he would be stabbed in the spine in the village.

"Mother, fourth aunt, what's the matter with you?" Zhu Ping'an asked curiously with his chubby face raised as he walked to his mother with his short legs after washing his hands.

Being so cute and polite, greeting the little fourth aunt kindly, which made the little fourth aunt who was still slandering Zhu Ping'an a little embarrassed.

"Your fourth aunt said you were evil." Mrs. Chen glared at Mrs. Zhao and said angrily.

"Mother, what is Zhongxie?" Zhu Ping'an asked like a curious baby.

So, Mrs. Chen glared at Mrs. Zhao again.

The old man also turned his attention to the little Zhao family, a little dissatisfied.Xiao Zhao's face was a little pale, and she felt that she was making a fuss, but she still couldn't let go of her face. She bent down and coaxed Zhu Ping'an to ask, "She'er, my aunt asked you, why have you started washing your face recently?"

Zhu Ping'an is not a real five-year-old child, so naturally he will not let her words reveal the handle to be caught by her. With a small body, he ran into Chen's arms, leaning against him comfortably, his big eyes full of innocence looking at the little boy. Zhao said, "Last time she was sick, the white-bearded grandfather who treated Sheer said that she had eaten something with dirty hands that caused her stomach to go bad. She didn't want to drink bitter medicine, so she just took the old man's advice. I said wash your face before eating."

Although it's shameful to be cute, and it's ridiculous to pretend to be tender, but a five-year-old kid, you mature and try it?Tired of living!I want to do a barbecue to speak for myself (with salt)!
When talking about the white-bearded grandpa and doctor, Zhu Ping'an looked at everyone's expressions without a trace, and everyone was basically convinced. You must know that Zhu Ping'an also did his homework. This white-bearded grandpa is not a simple person. He is a well-known doctor in the county. He seldom visits the doctor. Even if he does, it is for dignitaries. The last time he saw Zhu Ping'an was completely coincidental. On the way to visit friends, he happened to see Zhu's family in a panic and couldn't bear it, so he took action.

"Okay, this is the end of the matter, and no one will mention anything about evil spirits and monsters in the future. They are all good children and grandchildren of my Zhu family. If I hear any rumors that are bad for my family outside, don't talk about it. Blame me for acting on the family law of my ancestors!" Mr. Zhu was still able to distinguish the importance, and did not let his daughters-in-law quarrel endlessly, and ended the quarrel between the daughters-in-law with a timely slap on the table.

Home and everything are prosperous, it has been the consensus of people since ancient times.Any evil remarks spread within the family is very bad for the rest of the entire family.Mr. Zhu has worked hard for the prosperity of the family since he was young. It is also for this purpose that he tightens his belt for the eldest son to study. Day and night, he looks forward to the prosperity of the family in his hands, but it is not allowed to have problems within the family.

The dispute died down, and the old man put down his cigarette bag and moved his chopsticks.

Mr. Zhu moved the first chopsticks, and the Zhu family began to have dinner, which was very similar to the ancient feudal patriarchy. It has been more than ten days, and Zhu Ping'an is not surprised by this.The only thing that is still unacceptable is the food on the table. The so-called dishes are boiled with salt or steamed with salt. In my impression, stir-frying seems to have gradually become popular after the method of extracting vegetable oil in the mid-Qing Dynasty. Qian Renjia's patent, farmers are reluctant to use animal oil for cooking.The staple food is wowotou made of miscellaneous grains, mixed with some wild vegetables. The color is weird and the taste is not good. It takes a long time to swallow. .

Eating at the dinner table is quantitative, and this amount is controlled by Mrs. Zhu. Men have two pancakes, women and children have only one, and porridge is also differentiated. Men are thick and thick, and women and children are full. It's soup.

The grandmother, Mrs. Zhu, is also partial, and they are also treated differently when they divide the noodles and porridge. The noodles from the uncle and the fourth uncle are all big ones, while the ones from my own and the third uncle’s are smaller. There will be three cakes, the reason is that he has to read and spend his brains.There are many other examples of this kind of eccentricity. For dishes that are not often cooked such as scrambled eggs, Mrs. Zhu also gives more to the uncle and the fourth uncle.

Especially today, my grandmother doesn't know whether to make up for it or what. From time to time, I put scrambled eggs for the little fourth uncle and the little aunt, and the little aunt also shows off to her mother Chen consciously or unintentionally. .Throughout the dinner table, swords were drawn, and the wind was roaring, and the world was not at peace.

I remember when Zhu Ping'an tried to pick up eggs when he first wore them, but his grandmother blocked them with chopsticks, saying that the eggs were for adults, and they were tired, but Zhu Ping'an hadn't seen his grandmother give the eggs to his father. .

Every family has a scripture that is hard to read.

Not having enough to eat, not eating well, this is definitely a terrible punishment for foodies.

After all, Zhu Ping'an is a person in his 20s mentally, and he can bear it, but seeing the little loli Yu'er in the third aunt's arms can't help biting her fingers and staring at the egg with big watery eyes. I can't bear it anymore.

Mother Chen, the third aunt, the eldest aunt, and the fourth aunt often quarrel at the dinner table for various reasons, such as taking the same cake, the same dish, etc. In short, the dinner table It won't be quiet.

In fact, many conflicts in the family can be summed up in one word, poverty, if you have thousands of family wealth, there will be no conflicts because of these small things.

However, looking at your small arms and legs, it is even more difficult to make a fortune. Many experiences from previous lives are difficult to apply here, and my major is ancient Chinese literature. Even the girls are not proficient in life skills such as cooking and cooking. Of course, it does not mean that they are useless. At least they have hundreds of years of experience, common sense and knowledge of ancient Chinese. out of reach.

(End of this chapter)