Song Qiu knew that the Zhang family next door had come back and made a fuss all night, but she didn't care. She still went to bed early because her own business was more important.
What's more, Dafang comes back every year or every year, just for money.
Zhang Lihua yawned and leaned against Bing Jianzi, who looked like she had not slept well. She also knew what Dafang was thinking, but she was not so angry now.
Money is not in their turn anyway, they have to rely on themselves.
"I don't know how much money my uncle and the others want here, and I don't know if my grandma can get it. Ah Qiu, you didn't see that when the fourth aunt was clearing away the dishes yesterday, I saw that expressionless face.
My eyes are on fire, and I'm afraid I'm panicking."
Zhang Hugua couldn't handle the situation himself, and he didn't have much experience, so he felt that he was worthless, so he always felt that his eldest and third brother were capable, which was called reverence.
Therefore, he didn't care at all if his second wife came back and took money from his parents. He also thought that his eldest brother and third brother had a big future, so he would never forget his biological brother.
I also thought that my parents had promised to sell a shop for him, so they would definitely sell it. He is still young and not in a hurry. He lives in the village every day and is quite good.
The Miao family was angry, but she felt that her natal family was inferior to her two sisters-in-law, so she didn't dare to make any trouble.
One felt it didn't matter, but the other felt that he had suffered a loss.
In this way, if these two people stay together, they won't be angry.
That is to say, chickens and ducks cannot talk about the same thing.
It's different from simply not fighting if you know you can't win. This is knowing that you have a chance to fight, but you can't. The feeling is probably very difficult to bear.
Song Qiu couldn't help but smile. The two houses in this town took turns coming back to ask for money. It was like a drama.
"Didn't you say that Brother Zhang Song wants to marry the daughter of the husband's family? The husband is a scholar and a serious town man. I'm afraid this betrothal gift is indispensable."
Zhang Lihua nodded in agreement, "But my grandpa has always liked this eldest grandson the most. He would give it to him no matter how much he wanted. But you haven't seen my grandpa do that. Ever since he knew that his eldest cousin was going to marry the scholar's daughter, that was
The tail is raised, as if the daughter of a scholar is a scholar herself."
"What's more, for my father, the big house is different. His son is a scholar, and his grandson is also a scholar. Who can compare with him? Otherwise, you see, when Sister Taohua got married, he was not willing to give out ten taels of silver.
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Listening to this, Song Qiu couldn't help but smile, and couldn't help but whisper to Zhang Lihua, "But your uncle has been studying for almost thirty years, right? It was ten years ago that he was admitted to the Tongsheng School. I didn't know he was fifty years old.
Can I be admitted as a scholar before?"
Sure enough, when Zhang Lihua heard this, she laughed so much that she was not gloating about her misfortune, but that this thing was really funny.
"Aqiu, you have forgotten what my brother said before. Our village doesn't know about it. Who doesn't know about the town where I live next to my uncle and his friends? My uncle is only a half-full when it comes to studying. Now he doesn't focus on studying.
I heard that if you have nothing to do, you still want to listen to music and drink tea. You also have two birds at home to play with. How can you look like you are studying?"
"That's my father. He has a good eye for him and thinks he is good at studying. He is good at everything!"
Zhang Yang has been hanging out in the town for several years, and with all his thoughts in mind, how could he not inquire about the affairs of Dafang and Sanfang in the town?
In the early years, I really thought that Zhang Gugua was a good candidate for studying, but it turned out, pfft.
Those who can really study, those who are about the same age as Zhang Guanquan, are no longer in this school, and those who really can't study have given up and found other ways to find a way out.
Only Zhang Gugua, as always, has been sitting in that school for decades, thinking that he is superior to others, but he has no idea how others are laughing at him behind his back.
This is self-righteousness, thinking that others are envious of oneself, but this is not the case.
In the dawning sky, the two little girls laughed together, so happy.
A ray of light broke through the sky, drawing the shadow of the morning glow.
It's beautiful weather again today.
The designation is extremely hot.
Since the beginning of June, the weather has been getting better day by day, with no cool moments.
Song Qiu thought that the items sold out quickly yesterday and the ice cubes were not good enough to freeze, so he simply bought two blocks of ice today so that the items could be cooled down faster when put in them.
After buying ice cubes, there is no need to go to Xiaojiachang today. Of the six watermelons I bought yesterday, I still have three left, which is enough.
All the way back to Ankangfang, Song Qiu thought about the big man who ate gnocchi yesterday and found it delicious, so he bought some more white noodles and cut a pound of fat and white meat at the meat stall.
I haven’t eaten meat for a long time.
Because I didn't go to Xiaojiachang, I returned to the Changhe River much earlier than usual. Old Yuan was still busy at home and didn't come to the Changhe River.
Song Qiu looked at the time and estimated that it was around seven o'clock in the morning.
But the sun was already very bright, so he first put the ice cream and other things in the tea shed, leaving Zhang Lihua to watch, while Song Qiu drove the mule cart back to pull the things.
When I got home, Lao Yuan had cooked mung bean soup and was making cold shrimps.
Song Qiu first pulled the table and bench out, and then came back. The cold shrimps were almost ready, so he took them away with him. He also packed some soybean oil, soy sauce, vinegar and so on.
This busy work lasted only half an hour.
The sun climbed high, shining brightly on the bank of the long river, making it very hot.
There is no shade here, so when they were building the thatched shed, Song Qiu specifically asked Liu Caigui and the others to build the shed out, so that more of the sun could be blocked and the inside of the tea shed would not be completely exposed to the sun.
First cut a watermelon and put it into the ice-cold sandwich, and then put the cold shrimp, fermented glutinous rice and mung bean soup in the pottery into it to freeze.
Light the small stove, boil a few cups of boiling water, and brew the herbal tea and serve it cold.
When the stove was free, Song Qiu sat on the small iron pot and planned to stir-fry a pot of miscellaneous sauce.
There is no extra seasoning, just make the simplest meat dumpling.
Remove the skin from the meat you bought, chop it into fine pieces, add ginger and garlic, heat a pot and add soybean oil, pour in the minced meat and stir-fry.
Stir-fry until the minced meat is shredded, add minced ginger and garlic and stir-fry until fragrant, then add a little bit of sugar, then add the chili peppers cut into rings and stir-fry.
Then add soy sauce and a little salt and continue to stir-fry.
Finally, add a little water and simmer over low heat for a quarter of an hour.
The meat sauce, which is rich in fragrance and wrapped in sauce-colored or green chili rings, is ready.
Song Qiu took it out and filled a bowl full of it, and put it aside to let it cool down. It was soaked in oil, so it wouldn't go bad quickly if it was left like this.
Once the stove is empty, continue to fill it with water so that it can be washed later.
Song Qiu then took out some white flour and put it into a clean pottery basin and started kneading the dough.
After the dough had been mixed for a quarter of an hour, Song Qiu directly sprinkled a handful of white flour on the clean table, cut the dough, and began to pull out the noodles.
The dumplings were tossed back and forth in Song Qiu's hands, and soon they turned into long noodles.
Finally, use a knife to cut it in the middle, and noodles will come out one by one.
The pulled noodles were dried in a dustpan sprinkled with white flour, and Song Qiu then pulled the remaining dough into noodles.
After a while, the sun had risen very high. Song Qiu washed his hands, sat at the table for a while, and still took his notebook and planned to make accounts.