Zhang Hugua went to Ping An Market, bought two kilograms of meat at a cheap price at a meat stall in the lower market, and then went home.
When he got home, he put the meat in front of Old Deng, and put the remaining copper coins down with him. Without saying much, he just said: "My son went to collect firewood!"
He just took the hatchet and headed up the mountain without looking back.
Miao was sitting at the feet of old Deng doing needlework, while old Deng was holding a stone egg in his hand and talking.
The two of them were stunned by Zhang Hugua's appearance. Miao subconsciously said: "He really got the money to buy meat? But why doesn't it look right? Why did he take the initiative to collect firewood today?"
Where are you going back to town? Didn't you just lie down on the bed like a dead dog because you were so tired? Today was so good that you didn't even take a breather and went up the mountain?
Is this red rain falling from the sky?
Old Deng's eyes moved slightly, and he glanced at the dozen or so copper plates, and suddenly smiled, "Take the meat and stew it for dinner at night. I haven't seen the smell of meat for several days. Shidan'er
and jujube flowers are both greedy."
"Hey!" Mrs. Miao responded, but muttered that her mother wasn't surprised at all.
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The rain stopped last night. After one night, the official road became dry and less muddy, so it was no problem to travel on the road.
So the escorts had their breakfast, paid their bills and went on their way, and the remaining guests also started to leave one after another before noon.
Only the young couple and their servants were left to stay, without saying they wanted to check out and settle the bill.
Song Qiu was busy with things in the kitchen and went outside the back door to get some air. He saw the young man personally supporting the pregnant woman for a walk on the river beach, and the two maids followed closely behind.
The belly looked like it was about to give birth. At this time, it was still on the road, which made people not know what to say.
But everyone has their own privacy, and she has no control over it.
Thinking that the egg dumplings and shredded chicken wontons he had made this morning had been agreed upon by the guests, Song Qiu returned to the kitchen and planned to stew a pot of chicken stewed with mushrooms over low heat and serve it to the guest at noon.
In the afternoon, the guest showed no signs of checking out and leaving. Song Qiu thought that he might have to stay at the inn tonight. He hadn't gone to the village chief's grandpa's place yet.
I simply took advantage of the tea shed to be closed and everyone was cleaning up the inn. Before it was time to prepare dinner, I took a small jar of bean paste and went straight back to the village to the village chief's house.
The village chief's wife took her daughter-in-law and granddaughter to do embroidery work. The east room was bright, so I could sit there all day long.
However, after this point every day, no matter where you embroider, you must prepare to tighten the stitches.
Otherwise, when the chicken enters the cage, it will still be troublesome for the eyes, but the eyes are nothing.
So when Song Qiu entered the yard, the village chief's wife and daughter-in-law were picking up the side dishes that were growing well in the vegetable garden.
Seeing Song Qiulai, the village chief's wife straightened up and led the people into the hall, saying at the same time: "Ah Qiu, why are you here at this time? The business of the inn is not bad today, right? I heard that there were quite a few people staying at the hotel yesterday.
Where are the people."
"Business is not bad. Almost all the customers from yesterday have left today. There is only one customer left. I came to see the village chief and grandpa to tell me something. After we agreed, we have to go back and work on dinner." Song Qiu responded and followed inside.
, "Is the village chief grandpa at home?"
As he finished speaking, the village chief who was talking to Mr. Tang in the room had already spoken, "Is it Aqiu who's here? I'm here, come in and talk!"
Song Qiu walked in, called someone, and handed over the small jar in his hand, "This is home-made bean paste. I will bring some for you to try, Grandpa Grandpa and the village chief."
Mr. Tang and the village chief have known about Doubanjiang for a long time. Aqiu's inn has a good business and others praise its dishes because of the Doubanjiang!
I heard that there are people from outside who buy this bean paste at a high price.
I saw that Song Qiu had brought such a jar. If he was cooking, he would have to eat it for many days. He could smell the aroma through the oilcloth.
"Come here, why are you carrying this valuable thing? If you can sell it for money, keep it and sell it for money." The village chief was happy in his heart, but he said politely.
Song Qiu then said with a smile: "I won't give it to anyone else, I'll just give it to the village chief grandpa for you to try. It's not much. I just want to thank the village chief grandpa for reminding me to buy land last time!"
With that said, he told the story about He Bangfu from the Stone Village across the street who brought people to come and make trouble.
It rained heavily yesterday and they didn't go anywhere, so they didn't know about it yet. When Song Qiu said this, the village chief said, "Then the He family has such a bad temper. Fortunately, Ah Qiu, you have the land deed in your hand, so you are not afraid of trouble. Otherwise, you will have to suffer some losses."
"That's right. Thanks to you, Grandpa Village Chief, for reminding me. My grandma and I are very grateful, so we came here to say thank you, Grandpa Village Chief."
The village chief waved his hand, "It's okay, it's okay, we are all from the same village, how can I still watch you suffer?"
Song Qiu smiled and chatted for a few more words, then changed the topic and talked about another serious matter.
"Grandpa, village chief, I remember that Grandpa Li's house was still empty back then, right?"
Grandpa Li is naturally talking about Li Dachui. Doesn’t the only empty house in the village belong to him?
Back then, Li Dachui was driven away by Mr. Zhang who suddenly came back alive. He hurriedly gave the key to Mr. Tang to keep. He also told Mr. Tang that if he didn't come back, Mr. Tang would have to hand over the house to him in the future. 's son.
So now that the key is still in the hands of Mr. Tang, he has asked his grandson to go over and see if there is any leakage and whether it needs to be repaired.
He originally wanted to hand over the key to Zhang Donggua when he got married, but when he approached Zhang Donggua, he said there was no rush and asked him to keep it until later.
After so many years, Zhang Donggua and his wife have been working in the Cheng family. Mr. Tang has not mentioned giving him the key. He thinks that when they get old and can no longer work in the Cheng family, they will come back to take care of themselves. The key was given to him.
At this moment, when Song Qiu asked about the house, Mr. Tang was curious, "It is empty. What is the house for?"
Song Qiu laughed and said, "Haven't we started to dig sweet potatoes now? I'm thinking of opening a sweet potato workshop and asking the aunts and sisters in the village to help with the work. My yard is too small to be used. It would be troublesome to build a separate workshop. , Besides, there was no suitable place, so I thought that Grandpa Li’s house had a large courtyard and was empty, so I thought of renting it to make a workshop. After working hard for a while, I would return it intact, ensuring that nothing would be damaged. , Grandpa, please tell me, can I rent this house or not? I can ask you and the village chief grandpa, maybe that’s right?"
She wanted to go directly to Uncle Donggua, but Uncle Donggua was not at home, so she had to go to Chengjiazhuang.
Besides, she didn’t know whether Uncle Winter Melon would be the one to decide what happened to this house. After all, it was the house of Grandpa Li who hadn’t returned after so many years.
Since he is from the village, it is right to look for the village chief grandpa and grandpa.
So, just ask them first.
"Sweet potato workshop?" The village chief was curious. They are harvesting sweet potatoes now. Yes, they have no land in the village, and they have opened two fertile fields of their own and cannot grow rice. They grow some sweet potatoes every year to make a living.
But aren’t these sweet potatoes just boiled and eaten to keep you full? What kind of workshop can you open?
This girl Aqiu's brain is really different from theirs. How can she think of all kinds of novelty things?
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Ahem~ There is something about the little cute cue being updated all the time. I can only say weakly that in my situation, it would be good to make two or three updates to ensure stability. Well, there is really no way to do it like the previous one. I just insist on updating continuously.
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Pregnancy for the second child is harder than the first. Five months feels like seven or eight months. I have back pain, and there is a baby to take care of. Let’s calculate it this way, one thousand words per hour, two updates a day is four.
It's not easy to write for hours or four hours. It explodes in the third update. Please understand, little cuties.