Started as a mute girl? I prospered in the lean years

When Jiang Yao came to Jiang Huaixu's house excitedly the next day, she smelled a pungent smell as soon as she entered the east room. She stood at the door and sneezed several times before she could see clearly what the people in the house were doing.

There was a small clay stove burning in the room, but what hit my face was not only the warmth, but also the red powder tinkered with by Jiang Huaixu and others.

"Cousin Yao, come and help!" Jiang Fu said to Jiang Yao with narrowed eyes.

Jiang Yao glanced at Jiang Huaixu and saw that she didn't look towards her. She immediately patted the snow on her body at the door and squatted down next to Jiang Fu carefully.

Liu Ye'er immediately handed her a stone mortar, then picked up a small handful of chili peppers and put them into the stone mortar, "Pound them into powder, be careful not to touch them with your hands."

Jiang Yao understood, isn't this also grinding spices? She did.

Knowing that Jiang Huaixu only asked her to do this, her nervousness all night disappeared instantly, and she picked up the stone pestle and pounded the chili peppers.

Jiang Huaixu had no intention of teasing Jiang Yao anymore. The chili powder she bought in the mall was almost used up, but there was still a lot of dried chili left. She thought she couldn't eat too much dried chili at home, so she might as well grind it into powder directly.

If she grows chili peppers in the future, she plans to grind them into powder and sell them. The trouble is that it is a bit troublesome, and it is enough to be a traitor, but it doesn't matter, there is no businessman without rape.

The four (three) people were talking and pounding chili peppers. Except for the sound of sneezing from time to time, it was still cozy.

When the pounding was almost finished, Jiang Yao obviously didn't take Liu Ye'er's instructions to heart and poured the last pounded chili powder into the bag. She scratched the chilblains on her hands and wanted to raise her hands to rub her eyes.

Seeing her actions, Jiang Huaixu hurriedly said: "Don't touch your eyes!"

Jiang Yao was so frightened by Jiang Huaixu's voice that her hands trembled, and her hands stained with chili powder still touched her eyes.

The irritated eyes blinked reflexively, and the place where her fingers touched was burning and painful. Her eyes turned red instantly, and tears flowed down.

The other three people looked at this scene and were dumbfounded.

Jiang Fu was confused and asked, "What should I do?"

Liu Yeer also asked: "Can I wash it with water?"

"Wash it with water. It's not very effective, but it can relieve some pain." Jiang Huaixu said speechlessly.

After cleaning, Jiang Yao's eyes were red and swollen, as if she had been bullied.

Jiang Huaixu asked his cousin and Afu to finish the work, pulled Jiang Yao into an empty room, and stuffed a pill into her mouth.

"Go back and talk to your parents. Don't make things more jealous, otherwise...you will understand."

I felt bad when I saw this person, so I gave him the antidote and it would be prudent to stop hanging around him.

After getting the antidote, Jiang Yao left in tears.

At night, everyone in the village knew that the village chief's little daughter would start talking after she went home and cried. When they went to eat a big pot meal at the back, everyone smiled and asked her why she was crying. She glanced at Jiang Huaixu, shrank, shook her head like a rattle, and endured the shame to explain why she was crying.

Jiang Huaixu withdrew his gaze and continued to drink the pimple soup.

The heavy snow finally stopped on the evening of the third day, and many houses in the village were crushed. The newly arrived refugees also endured the most difficult days.

During the three days, all the villagers helped them. They would not ask for food and other things for nothing, but would buy them with money. Some people even sold grain to them directly. The relationship between the two parties was very good. .

After the shed was set up, Jiang Huaixu did not ask Jiang Fugui and others to help with the oil paper. Instead, he found Jiang Erlang, and the two of them finished the final work together. A layer of transparent but very tough 'cloth' was spread under the oil paper.

Even if the oil paper outside is torn, there will still be no ventilation in the shed below. As for the entrance and exit, curtains were made of oilcloth.

After doing all this, Jiang Huaixu spent the whole day huddled in the shed. Except for the middle aisle, she sprinkled a thick layer of nutritious soil on the rest of the area, planting peppers and potatoes at the same time.

She was very unfamiliar with these things, so she could only ask Jiang Boliang for advice from time to time, and eventually the two of them huddled in the shed together.

The second mistress finally returned to the village from the county town on the second day after the snow stopped. Their tofu stall had not been open for several days.

On the third day after the snow stopped, Jiang Huaixu's family welcomed guests - Mr. and Mrs. Yang County Cheng.

"Why are you here at this time? It's so cold, what should you do if you get frozen?" The second grandmother heard the news and rushed over.

Mrs. Yang was helped out of the carriage by her maid, and said with a smile: "It's okay, I've wanted to come to visit for a long time. Zheng'er's condition was not good a few days ago. It snowed heavily these days. I came here after the road was easier, folks." Don’t blame us.”

The villagers gathered outside Jiang Huaixu's house, all wanting to see what the officials in the county were like, but they didn't say anything for fear of bumping into the nobleman.

Hearing this, they waved their hands quickly.

"Where there!"

"Don't dare, don't dare..."

After talking outside for a while, Jiang Boliang and Qian Xiuzhu remembered to welcome people into the house, "I'm so sorry, the place at home is small and it's very cold..."

Yang Xian Cheng's face looked a little fierce when he wasn't smiling, but his words were very down-to-earth, "What are these words? We are here to say thank you. Where can you say 'I'm sorry' to us?" Madam is not a particular person, so just feel free to do whatever you want."

As soon as these words were spoken, the somewhat reserved villagers relaxed a lot.

After talking around the stove for a while, Jiang Zhengmao, who was busy outside, hurried over and said, "I don't know that the county magistrate is here, but I didn't entertain you well. Please forgive me."

As he spoke, he actually knelt down.

Jiang Zhengmao was so anxious that sweat broke out on his head. He and a group of men were trying out the newly made Quyuan plow in the field. Unexpectedly, someone said that the county magistrate had come to their Jiuxi Village.

He didn't believe it at first. Who was the county magistrate? Why did he come to their village at this time? After thinking about it, Jiang Huaixu seemed to have mentioned to him before that the person rescued in Yizui Qingnang Hall was the son of the county prime minister. The more he thought about it, the more wrong he became, so he hurried back slowly.

The villagers who were watching the excitement inside and outside the house were all stunned.

Yes, you will kneel down when you see the official!

They forgot to kneel!

Looking left and right, they all wanted to kneel down to make amends.

Mrs. Yang was dumbfounded and said quickly: "There is no need to kneel down, and we don't pay attention to these false etiquette."

At this time, Yang Xian Cheng also helped Jiang Zhengmao up. Jiang Huaixu saw this and said loudly: "Everyone, please get up. Yang Xian Cheng and Mrs. Yang are both good people and will not blame us for forgetting to salute."

In Jiang Huaixu's mind, there was no concept of kneeling before meeting someone, and this time she also had a memory.

Jiang Zhengmao saw that the door of the house was wide open and there was no warmth in the house, so he rushed all the villagers outside to do their work.

As soon as the door is closed, the temperature in the room gradually rises.

In order not to hinder the men from talking, Qian Xiuzhu led Mrs. Yang to the east room and sat by the stove to talk.

Jiang Huaixu asked about Yang Zheng's injuries. After learning that Yang Zheng could get out of bed, she felt that she had forgotten something.

Futuan reminds: [Remove stitches! Need to remove the stitches! 】

After all, the time is almost up.

Jiang Huaixu said: "Madam, it's time to remove the sutures on your son's abdomen. I will visit you tomorrow."

Mrs. Yang was startled, "Do you want to remove the opening? Does it hurt? Will it crack?"

"Be careful every day, it won't break."

Mrs. Yang believed Jiang Huaixu's words now. She nodded, "I will ask the maid to go to your tofu stall tomorrow and wait for a while, and let the maid show you the way."

Jiang Huaixu nodded in agreement.

Only the third grandma, Qian Xiuzhu and Jiang Tao were left in the room to talk to Mrs. Yang. They talked about what they had experienced on the way to escape, and they almost wiped away tears at the end.

Jiang Huaixu went out for a trip, and when he came back he took some rice cakes and some wolf jerky and sat by the stove with Jiang Wei to bake them.

Soon the aroma will come out.