She gave birth to three daughters in a row, and was kicked out by her mother-in-law who favored boys

Wen Wuyan, who had been paying attention to this place, suddenly found Zhang Cuilan in the courtyard. "Oh, sister-in-law, you are here. Why are you sitting on the ground? Well, that's right. We didn't even get a bench when we separated from the family, so naturally there is no bench to entertain you. I think it's good for you to sit on the ground."

After Wen Wuyan finished speaking, he did not forget to smile apologetically at Zhang Cuilan.

Zhang Cuilan stood up from the ground in anger. Seeing that there was a chip on the mouth of the small milk can in her hand, she didn't dare to do anything to Gu Qingqing, but cursed Wen Wuyan, "You black-hearted bastard, why didn't I realize that you have such a black heart? Why did you let me sit on the ground? Do you think I am willing? I am still in your room..." Zhang Cuilan was about to blurt out the word "bitch" when she saw Gu Qingqing looking at her coldly with a spatula in her hand.

The last two words were never uttered.

"Just come and get the things, don't make things unhappy for yourself. You dare to go crazy in Old Wen's house, let alone you are in our family now. If I hear one dirty word from you again, believe it or not, I will fry you in the frying pan!" Gu Qingqing was not in a good mood and looked fierce.

Zhang Cuilan was about to open her mouth to return the favor, but suddenly remembered that she came here alone today. If she was really bullied by that family, wouldn't she be the one who suffered?

Thinking of this, Zhang Cuilan dared not say another word.

Just then Erhua came over with a bowl. Zhang Cuilan took the bowl, poured the contents into her own small earthenware jar, and was about to turn around and leave.

"Wait!" Gu Qingqing spoke.

"What, what are you doing? I didn't say anything." Zhang Cuilan said as she retreated the way she came.

"Tell the people who come tomorrow to bring a pound of food."

"What? One pound? There are so many of us that we can't even eat one pound a day!" Zhang Cuilan jumped up and down.

"You think you don't eat enough, so go ahead and make a scene! What do you have to say to me? Just take the message back."

Zhang Cuilan walked away cursing and looking back every few steps.

Dahua and Erhua immediately looked at their mother with admiration, and the little stars twinkling in their eyes seemed to say: Mom is so awesome!

Gu Qingqing turned around and glanced at Wen Wuyan, criticizing in her heart. In the original owner's memory, he was a taciturn person, how come after getting to know him these few days, she didn't feel that he was a talkative person!

The last time they divided the family property, he said he wanted brown sugar, and she thought it was just a coincidence.

Combining her interactions over the past few days, Gu Qingqing concluded that he was not a taciturn person!

Gu Qingqing scratched her head in confusion, but she had made up her mind that she would ask Dahua some other day to find out what Wen Wuyan was like before.

Now that I’ve figured it out, I’ll just ignore it for now.

The pork she bought that day was not eaten. She rubbed it with salt and hung it in the shade behind the wooden house.

After all, they don't go to town every day, so they can only use this recipe to store the pork.

The family of four had a sumptuous meal that day.

Not only were there six buns bought in town, but there was also pork bone soup. Although there was no meat on the bones, the layer of oil floating on the soup and the unique aroma of the bone soup were tempting enough.

Especially after it was out of the pot, Gu Qingqing sprinkled a layer of chopped wild onions on it, and the aroma was even more fragrant.

Dahua and Erhua couldn't help swallowing their saliva when watching.

There is also purslane fried with oil residue, and each person has a bowl of sorghum rice.

The original small kang table now serves as a dining table.

When eating, Gu Qingqing put the kang table on the ground and felt very uncomfortable.

He asked Wen Wuyan, "We need to buy a table, otherwise it will be too uncomfortable to eat like this every day. Do you know where to buy a table?"

"There is no carpenter in our village. If you want to buy one, go to Yangjiazhuang next door."

“Is it far?”

"It's not far. Half an hour is enough for the round trip."

"Oh, I'll go there tomorrow morning."

"Ok!"

......

If I want to go to town, it will take at least two months, and I can't compromise on the food.

The next day, Gu Qingqing took the copper coins, brought Dahua, and pulled the cart towards Yangjiazhuang. They went out of the village and headed south. After going around a hill, a village appeared in their sight. It was Yangjiazhuang.

It took more than an hour and a half to get to Wangcun, wait for Gu Qingqing to arrive, and then go home, not including the process of buying tables, chairs and benches.

She bought an ordinary small dining table, which was about the height of an adult's knees, and six small stools.

A large chopping board for kneading dough and a small chopping board for cutting vegetables.

A large laundry tub and two wash basins.

The total cost was three hundred and fifty coins.

The happiest person is still Erhua, because she is very happy to see new things added to the house.

When Gu Qingqing came back, Erhua had already cooked porridge under Wen Wuyan's command. After Gu Qingqing came back, she scooped out a bowl of noodles from the only 20 kilograms of white flour in the house, cracked an egg, added water and made a few pancakes.

During the meal, Gu Qingqing saw that Dahua and Erhua only drank porridge and didn't eat pancakes, so she handed them one each and said, "Eat it, why don't you eat it?"

Dahua then whispered, "Mom, white flour is precious. You and Dad should eat it. It would be a waste for Erhua and I to eat it. We can just eat porridge."

Gu Qingqing immediately understood what was going on. When she was at Old Wen's house, there were only a few people who could share the black flour buns. Now, seeing that their family was eating white flour buns, they still subconsciously thought that "it would be a waste if the girls ate them."

Gu Qingqing raised her head and glared at Wen Wuyan opposite her with annoyance.

Wen Wuyan was innocently shot. He looked back at Gu Qingqing, his eyes seemed to say, "I didn't say anything."

But before she could say anything, Erhua sniffed and said, "It smells so good, sister, I want to eat it."

Erhua is only five years old this year. She is at the age when she is carefree and greedy. Now that she sees that it is given by her mother, she wants to eat it.

"Erhua is still obedient. This is our home, you can eat whatever you want, you don't have to look at anyone's face. Why did we split up? Isn't it just to make ourselves eat better? And you, Dahua, the past is in the past. In the future, you are not allowed to say that eating is a waste at home. The girls in our family are also treasures. Do you understand?"

Dahua also realized later that she had said the wrong thing, and smiled at her mother, "I know, mother."

After saying that, she took the white flour pancake from Gu Qingqing's hand.

After the family had their meal and fed Sanhua, Gu Qingqing took Dahua to plow the soil.

She went to town yesterday to buy spinach and winter melon seeds.

These two things are relatively cold-resistant. As long as she protects them well, maybe she can still eat green vegetables at home in winter.

The land here had been turned over once before, so this time Gu Qingqing, with Dahua in tow, only had to tidy it up a bit. Relying on her memory and the original owner's previous hands-on ability, she finally planted three acres of spinach and two acres of winter vegetables before dinner.

I had originally planned to make dumplings today, but I have to change it to the next day.

The next day, Gu Qingqing and her superiors went to dig shepherd's purse early in the morning, carrying the newly woven bamboo basket of Wen Wuyan and taking Dahua and Erhua with them.

On the mountain, Gu Qingqing got the chance to ask Dahua, "Dahua, did your father talk at home before?"

"talk!"

"Ah?" Gu Qingqing paused, then asked, "Did you say a lot?"

Dahua hesitated. How could it be considered a lot? Finally, she nodded.