Old Yangtou was suddenly startled, "Tell me, they must have sold the two acres of paddy field we allocated to them, right?"

Tan paused and thought for a moment, "If they dare, I have to skin them."

"Then where do you think their money comes from?" Old Yangtou asked again.

"I didn't know," Mrs. Tan said angrily. After the family division, she felt annoyed.

To go to the hut in the backyard, we take a detour and are not even close to Lao San's house.

"I understand"

Tan suddenly said.

"I heard from my fourth daughter-in-law that Fatty went to town yesterday morning and brought a bunch of thatch and wicker products to sell. I bet she had money in her hands after she sold them all."

"That's what happened." Old Yang nodded.

"The third child is really good at making stuff up."

Thinking of this, Lao Yangtou felt relieved. As long as Lao Yang's family's land was not sold, the rest would be fine no matter what they did.

"After washing, go to bed and rest."

Mrs. Tan wrung out the handkerchief and wiped the water off Lao Yangtou's feet.

Lao Yangtou said, "Don't be impatient, I'll go to sleep later."

"Why"

Lao Yangtou slowly filled the cigarette hole with shredded tobacco again, put it into his mouth and took a puff, saying, "I just lie down later and I have to get up and open the door again. It's so troublesome."

"What door do you want to open?" Tan asked. Suddenly, he realized what he was doing.

"Humph, even if they eat dragon meat, I wouldn't care if it was delivered to them, and I won't open the door," Tan said angrily.

Old Yangtou chuckled, shook his head, waved his hand, and sent Tan away.

Just when Lao Yangtou and Mrs. Tan were sure that Yang Huazhong and Mrs. Sun would bring meat, in the kitchen of the third room behind, Mrs. Sun and Mrs. Yang Ruoqing were making dumplings in full swing.

"Mom, you roll the dumpling wrappers really well."

Yang Ruoqing quickly scooped up a spoonful of dumpling filling and placed it in the middle of the dumpling wrapper. She dipped the tip of a chopstick in some water around the dumpling wrapper.

Then pinch both sides with your fingers, fold them together, then pinch a few folds out of the gap between the closed dumplings, and throw them into the boiling pot next to it.

"In the past, it was popular to eat dumplings during Chinese New Year's Eve. The dumplings for the dozen or two people in Lao Yang's family were all made by me. I have practiced it."

Sun said with a smile, and the movements of her hands did not slow down at all.

Yang Ruoqing nodded, yes, practice brings true knowledge.

"Qing'er, these dumplings are a rare thing. We made a lot of them this time. When the pot is picked up later, why don't you give your grandma a bowl to try?" Sun asked Yang Ruoqing for her opinion.

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After hearing this, Yang Ruoqing's good mood seemed to be covered with a layer of dust for no reason.

"Mom, the lesson from the buns last night wasn't enough. Are you going to rush to give a hot face to a cold butt?" She asked Sun without changing her expression.

Mrs. Sun was stunned for a moment, then became speechless.

Lowering her head and sighing softly, Sun said, "Baozi is a bun, and dumplings are dumplings. Buns are not as rare as dumplings. I'm worried that if I don't send some over, people will poke me in the back and say I'm unfilial."

"Who dares to poke their spines?" Yang Ruoqing smiled, "When we left home and drank the northwest wind, grandma and grandma did so much, who else would poke their spines?"

"The road is not level for others to tread on, but justice lies in the heart of the people." Sun said.

"That's no use. Even though the whole village knows that my grandma is harsh on our third bedroom, she still doesn't come out to say a fair word for us. It's better for everyone to clean up the snow on their own," Yang Ruoqing said.

"So, if we don't send dumplings over, no one will say anything to us. Even if they say it, it will only be a few words behind our backs. Who would dare to do it in front of us?"

If anyone dares to say these words in front of his face, she will definitely slap him with big ears and beat him until his teeth are everywhere.

Mrs. Sun fell silent, but looking at that, she still felt uneasy.

Yang Ruoqing was too lazy to argue with Sun here, so she took Sun to the next door room to ask Yang Huazhong for his opinion.

After hearing what the mother and daughter said, Yang Huazhong frowned and relaxed again after a while.

"Listen to my daughter, I won't give you dumplings anymore." Yang Huazhong said, "We have separated our families. After the separation, we will become two families. Let's just give some things to honor Grandma Qing'er during the holidays."

"Okay, then we won't give it away this time." Mrs. Sun also made up her mind.

Soon, the first pot of dumplings was served, and Yang Ruoqing scooped up three bowls.

"Mom, I'm going to deliver dumplings to Aunt Guihua, Aunt Dayun and Tangyazi."

"It's getting dark. Mom will go with you."

"No, it's just a village. I'll go and come back."

Yang Ruoqing put three bowls of dumplings into the bamboo basket. In order to stabilize them, she also stuffed some straw in the gaps between the three bowls.

Then I put a bamboo sieve upside down on top to prevent dust and wind, and then I left the house.

She had just taken two steps when something suddenly occurred to her and she stopped again.

"What a girl" Mrs. Sun was still cooking the second pot of dumplings there. This second pot of dumplings was what the three of them ate at night.

There are some raw dumplings in the dustpan over there. They won't be ready tonight, but they are reserved for Sun's father and two sons to try tomorrow.

"Mom, I want to change a pair of shoes, can you help me go to my house and get them?" Yang Ruoqing asked.

"Okay, I'll get it right away."

Mrs. Sun didn't do what he thought, turned around and left the kitchen.

Here, Yang Ruoqing took out a handful of powder from her pocket and sprinkled it into the top bowl of several earthenware bowls placed beside the stove.

Dip some water and spread evenly around it.

The light in the kitchen was dim, and a soybean oil lamp was lit. Even if there was some powder residue that was not dissolved, it was not easy to see.

After doing all this, Mrs. Sun came back with the shoes.

Yang Ruoqing changed her shoes, greeted Mrs. Sun and left.

Yang Ruoqing stepped out of the door, and on the back, a figure sneaked to the door of the kitchen here as if trying to catch a thief.

The visitor was none other than Mr. Liu who had finished washing the dishes.

Mrs. Liu had just been washing pots and dishes in the kitchen over there when she smelled the aroma wafting over here.

Mrs. Liu was not good at anything else, but her nose was very good. She immediately smelled the smell of dumplings, and her eyes turned green immediately.

No, as soon as she finished packing, she came over in the dark.

Seeing Yang Ruoqing staying in the kitchen, some didn't dare to go there. Fatty was so stubborn that she wouldn't give her, the fourth aunt, face.

Thank God, Fatty went out with the basket, maybe she was going to deliver dumplings to the Guihua Dayun family.

Mrs. Liu felt extremely unbalanced, so she took this opportunity to quickly touch it and push open the kitchen door.

"Third sister-in-law, you've already turned on the lamp and haven't rested yet. What delicious food can you make? You're so greedy."

Yang Ruoqing was walking on the road in the village, laughing secretly in her heart.

If she guessed correctly, if she walked on the front foot, the greedy cat would come and steal the food on the back foot.
Chapter completed!