A peasant girl traveled through time and space, and she became prosperous

When the family was divided, each family got one acre of land. After my grandfather passed away, my grandmother became an independent household and owned one acre of land.

Grandma loved her youngest son the most and insisted on living with him. My uncle and his wife were also happy about it because whoever grandma lived with could get an extra acre of food-ration land.

There are five people in my uncle's family, and they own one acre of land; the original owner's family had three people, and they also had only one acre of land; only my uncle had just gotten married, and together with my grandmother, there were three people in total, and they owned two acres of land, which was extremely enviable.

The original owner's family was fine. His father used to work in Lin County and could earn some money to buy food. Even though the family's food supply was not enough, they still lived a decent life.

My uncle's family was in a difficult situation. Their three children were all grown up and were hungry when they had to separate. Life was quite stressful.

For this reason, the aunt married off her two cousins ​​early on. In addition, her mother was kind-hearted, so when they came to borrow money, she gave them some, and that’s how they lived their current life.

Even so, every year grandma would ask her two sons for "filial piety" money. If their father had some, she would give it to him; if their uncle had some, she would give him a little; if they didn't have any, she would give less or nothing at all.

As time went by, this became an unwritten rule between mother and son.

But now, her father is lying in bed, and her family is in danger every day. No one has come to check on them, but as soon as they heard that they had food to eat, they came over to "scratch the floor". Aren't they such bad guys?

Especially the aunt who always came to "collect debts" under the banner of grandma, she wanted to be justified and take it for granted. She looked soft-spoken, but stabbed people with knives.

From this we can see that grandma and aunt are in cahoots with each other and neither of them is a good person.

However, in front of Dad, Wen Meijiu deliberately threw all the dirty water on Auntie to prevent Dad from defending her and saying that it was not Grandma's responsibility.

If grandma hadn't nodded in agreement, would she have dared to be so blatant even if her aunt had lent her the courage?

Wen Meijiu feels that even if she wants to lead her family to live a good life, the whole family must be united.

She had to explain her father's ideas to him.

It’s not that you shouldn’t be filial to your grandmother, but there must be prerequisites for filial piety. If your family can’t even have enough food to eat, and they are still being abused by outsiders, isn’t that stupid?

"Things have happened, let's not talk about it. Are you all still hungry?"

In fact, the two little ones were eating meat at the foot of the mountain and were almost full. They cheered when they heard Wen Meijiu say that they wanted to eat something good.

Afraid that the two little ones would tell the truth, Wen Meijiu spoke first:

"We've been entertained outside, so we're not hungry yet. Are mom and dad hungry?"

Wen Meijiu also ate some outside and was not too hungry at the moment. If she wanted to add more, she could, but at this moment, she didn't want to add any.

When my mother heard this, she pursed her lips slightly and smiled softly.

Fortunately, the children had already eaten, otherwise they would have starved along with them.

"Not hungry."

Mother lied, and father followed suit and lied that he was not hungry. Mother looked at him in disbelief and said:

"If you're hungry, there's more outside..."

Before my mother could finish her words, Wen Meijiu interrupted her and said:

"Mom, how can you let Dad eat that? It's bad for his health."

Mother was stunned, not knowing why Wen Meijiu said that. She wondered if the wolf meat had other uses, so she didn't continue.

Afterwards, Wen Meijiu quickly pulled his mother to a corner outside the yard to talk.

"Mom, are you going to indulge Dad like this?"

Mother looked towards the door and asked in a low voice:

"Why did you indulge your father?"

Wen Meijiu raised his chin towards the kitchen. His mother was smart and immediately understood what Wen Meijiu meant, so she lowered her head slightly.

"It's not like your father took the food?"

Wen Meijiu didn't believe that his mother was willing to let others take away all the food without any complaints.

"But, if anyone touches our house without my father's consent, I will definitely destroy her house."

Mother quickly raised her eyes to look at Wen Meijiu. Previously, she thought that she was young and impetuous and just said some angry words. But after experiencing what happened in the past few days, she believed that she could do what she said.

With a sigh, the mother said:

"My mother is a child bride, so I have no say in the Wen family. Your father treats me well enough, so how dare I disobey him?

He is filial and respectful, I can't say anything bad about him."

"Then you're just going to watch my family suffer and starve?"

The warm wine touched my mother's sore spot, and her tears suddenly flowed out. She held the corner of her clothes in her hands, feeling very uncomfortable.

"Mom, a blacksmith must be strong himself. If you don't stand up straight, everyone will bully you.

In the past, it was true that you were a child bride, but now, you are Dad’s wife and our mother. Who dares to look down on you?

You have already made the contribution you should make to the Wen family, for your own children and your own family. What's wrong with that?"

Mother's hands trembled slightly, and with tears in her eyes, she said firmly:

"You're right. You've forced me to sell my daughter. Is there anything I can't do?"

"what should I do?"

Mother suddenly looked up and asked her, and she was so stunned by the warm wine.

But it’s good that my mother’s mindset has changed. She said happily:

"Let's work together to change my father's mindset and stop him from being blindly filial. My father gave away everything he had but he still didn't serve my grandmother. She only ate so little, but he still supported my aunt's family."

After hearing this, the mother nodded repeatedly in agreement. Wen Meijiu was very satisfied and whispered something into her ear.

A little later, Wen Meijiu called Lanling to the yard, took out a piece of rock sugar from the space, crushed it, stuffed it into his mouth and asked:

"Is it sweet?"

Lanling smacked his lips for a while, his eyes sparkling with excitement, and said:

"It's so sweet, what kind of candy is this, big sister?"

Wen Meijiu quickly covered his mouth. She couldn't let anyone else hear this. Bingtang didn't exist in the world yet. If more people knew about it, she wouldn't be able to explain it.

“It’s good as long as it’s sweet. Big sister doesn’t know either. She got it in Prince Wang’s mansion.

If you like it, I still have some, but can you help me with something?"

Lan Ling stared at the clenched fist behind Wen Meijiu and nodded repeatedly:

"I'll listen to whatever you say, big sister."

The warm wine whispered something into his little ear.

**

Early the next morning, Dad woke up and lay on the bed, sighing uncontrollably.

His mother was woken up by him and asked him why he was sighing.

Dad looked up at the broken beams with empty eyes and said:

“I really miss my old home.”

When he was still able to move, although his family was not very wealthy, he at least hired someone to renovate the house inside and out.

But later, he collapsed and the whole family was ruined.

Not only did the house get sold to someone else, but the whole family was forced to live in a shabby house that no one else wanted.

Fortunately, my wife is diligent and has cleaned up the place well. However, no matter how diligent and skilled a housewife is, she cannot cook without rice.

After a series of muffled "gurgling" sounds, Dad touched his belly and didn't even have the strength to recall.