After binding the loving mother system, I was so bad

No matter how long-term the plan is, we still have to take it step by step.

This winter is the busiest winter in Fuming Town!

"Auntie Geng, do you need anyone to help you with the wool work? My daughter is very clever and deft. Even though she is only thirteen years old, she is very patient and can sit for a whole day!"

An old woman with yellow teeth at the door diligently served tea and water to Aunt Geng.

Seeing Aunt Geng sitting down, the old woman took out five eggs from the bag at her side with a painful look on her face and stuffed them into Aunt Geng's hands.

Aunt Geng raised her eyebrows: "Old lady Huang, what are you doing? In your eyes, am I such a person?! The governor trusts me and gives me the job of kneading wool, so I will not abuse my power for personal gain! We followed the governor all the way from Kyoto to Fuming Town."

Speaking of this, Aunt Geng felt extremely proud. What other woman had such courage and experience as herself? She had climbed mountains, been to the grasslands, and fought against the Tartars!

"Yes, yes, yes. Everyone in this street knows that you, Aunt Geng, are the most fair. It's just that..." Old Mrs. Huang's eyes were red, and she insisted on stuffing the egg into Aunt Geng's hands.

Unexpectedly, when Aunt Geng said no, she really meant it. For a moment, Mrs. Huang didn't know what to do, and there was a hint of despair in her eyes.

Seeing that Old Lady Huang finally stopped forcing them to give up, Aunt Geng said, "Old Lady Huang, don't be impatient! The governor has already given instructions on how to deal with this handful of wool."

When people who were watching the fun outside the house heard the words "Sir Governor", they couldn't help but prick up their ears.

Aunt Geng glanced at everyone and said loudly, "The governor said that there are three priorities for wool-rubbing jobs! Elderly people who are lonely or widowed are given priority, people with disabilities are given priority, and those who have sacrificed their lives for the country are given priority!"

Old Mrs. Huang couldn't believe what she heard and stood there in a daze.

Aunt Geng held Mrs. Huang's cracked hands and smiled gently, "Mrs. Huang, even if you didn't come to me, I would still come to you. Your only son, Huang Mancang, was shot by five arrows in the battle to defend the city three years ago, but he still defended the city gate and bled to death. If you meet the three priorities, are you willing to do the job of rubbing wool?"

Old Mrs. Huang felt as if there was a ball of cotton stuck in her throat, making her unable to speak, and could only nod heavily.

After hearing this, someone outside the door suddenly said, "Huang Mancang died three years ago. It didn't happen during the governor's rule. Do you admit it?"

Old Mrs. Huang looked in the direction of the voice angrily and saw that the person asking the question was none other than her neighbor, Old Mrs. Wang.

At this time, Old Lady Wang's eyes were bloodshot, but her head was held high like a fighting cock.

Seeing that everyone around her was looking at her with burning eyes, Aunt Geng was so angry that she shouted, "I admit it! The governor said that all the soldiers who are here to defend the border and expand the territory must not be allowed to bleed and fight to the death. So no matter whether it was three years ago, five years ago or ten years ago, we admit it!"

As soon as these words came out, the surrounding area exploded instantly.

"Aunt Geng, my second son died of exhaustion on the city wall four years ago!"

"Aunt Geng, my husband participated in five battles to defend the city and lost an arm and a leg!"

"Aunt Geng, my elder brother..."

Seeing the crowds surging and about to break the threshold, Aunt Geng stepped onto the table, put her hands on her hips and said, "Fellow villagers, listen to me! The scholars have already visited each of your households to find out the situation and recorded it in the register. We will allocate quotas according to the situation of each family!"

Everyone then remembered that before the market opened, someone had indeed come to ask how many people there were in the family and whether they had ever participated in the defense of the city, and had even compared the information with the military personnel booklet.

It turns out that at that time, the governor was already trying to find a way to make a living for the people!

The crowd was still surrounding Aunt Geng, chattering and recommending themselves.

Old Lady Huang, along with Big Girl and Old Lady Wang, got out of the crowd and headed home. None of the three spoke, as they were all thinking about the job of rubbing wool.

This job is actually quite tiring. You have to use your hands to constantly rub the wool to make it into threads. Your back and waist will ache after a day, and your palms will become red and swollen after two or three days.

Although the wool this time had gone through a special washing process, it was still hard work.

Even such hard work is fought over by everyone in Fuming Town, because there are too few ways to make money in Fuming Town!

As soon as Mrs. Huang got home, she scooped a large bowl of wheat and cut a small piece of mutton into it.

The mutton was sliced ​​so thinly that you could almost see through it, and even so, there were only less than ten slices.

This time, Mrs. Huang did not add too much water, but made a bowl of wheat rice with meat slices.

"Big girl, eat more. Tomorrow we will go to the wool workshop to work!" Old Mrs. Huang picked out all the meat slices and put them into Big Girl's bowl.

The big girl swallowed her saliva and gave the half-cut meat slice to the old lady Huang: "Grandma, you eat too! We have two places in our house, and we will definitely have enough to eat every meal in the future!"

Old Mrs. Huang ate her wheat rice in big mouthfuls, tears streaming down her face: "Hey! Our big girl is so well-behaved!"

First there was the sound of a door slamming in the yard next door, followed by the loud cursing of Old Lady Wang.

"You little whore, you must lock the door for me tonight!"

"Mom, we're running out of rice at home."

Old Lady Wang's skinny figure was blocking the door. She was about to continue cursing, but she found her voice choked and the words were stuck in her throat, unable to utter a word!

The woman choked with sobs, her voice was sad but firm: "Mom, I know you feel sorry for me. But there is no other way. I really can't find another job. We can't starve to death here! Sanlang under Jiuquan will protect us at the risk of his life. We have to survive!"

Hearing the name of her son who had died tragically, Aunt Wang couldn't help but burst into tears: "This debt collector, how could I have given birth to such a debt collector! If he were dead, how could we, his mother, live?!"

This was followed by the faint cry of a child and the suppressed cry of a woman.

The whole family cried together, which made people feel very sad.

Old Mrs. Huang sighed. Her son was, after all, a small sergeant. Although the pension was not paid in full, it was enough for the couple to survive.

But in the Wang family next door, Sanlang is just a soldier, how much money can he get?

Sanlang's wife is beautiful but weak, and Mrs. Wang suffers from diseases of the rich and expensive, and her medicine costs a lot every month. Their child is only three or four years old.

What else can Sanlang's wife do except sell her body?

When the crying gradually subsided, Old Lady Wang wiped her face and said firmly: "We don't want to do this job anymore! The governor said that no matter what year it happened, she will admit it! My son also went to the battlefield and killed Tartars! This wool-collecting job will definitely have a share for our family."

Old Lady Wang held her daughter-in-law's hands tightly and said, "With the governor here, our lives will get better and better! You go to the wool factory to spin woolen yarn, and I will go to the city to pick up yellow mud!"