The happiness of villagers is always very simple, that is, they don't have to go hungry.
I sent away the chattering villagers who went back and told their families to dig sweet potatoes.
Song Qiu turned around and saw Zhang Hugua walking towards Zhang's yard.
Regarding the fact that Zhang Hugua was the one who came to work in the Zhang family, she was really unhappy, thinking about what happened last time.
However, this man also packed up the things in sacks, and the money he made was also for Grandma Deng, so she would not be as familiar with him.
Old Mrs. Deng was holding a stone egg in her arms and talking to old Mrs. Yuan. The two old sisters hadn't seen each other for two days and had a lot to talk about.
Song Qiu listened for a while and saw that the two people were talking about family affairs and did not say any secrets that could not be heard, so his curiosity stopped.
Considering there are so many people around, these two old sisters won't say anything they shouldn't.
Seeing that it was not dark yet, Song Qiu took the gauze that Du Chuanfu had brought back from grocery shopping, left the yard, and headed for the village.
First I went to Liu Caigui's house and asked him to take time out in the past two days to help me get a few large wooden basins out, then a wooden chopping board the size of a long table, and three long rectangular ones that looked like mixing buckets but were simpler than mixing buckets and didn't need to be used.
For such a deep hole, I cut some wooden squares and gave him a demonstration, asking him to put gauze on the wooden squares piece by piece.
Although Liu Caigui didn't understand what was going on, he understood what he was hearing and just followed it.
Let Song Qiu rest assured that he will take his son to start making it tomorrow and keep it for her for two days.
Song Qiu nodded, agreed to pay the money, and walked out of Liu's house and back to Sun's house.
Sun Datie was a bamboo craftsman. He specially made these bamboo things and sold them for money at the market in the town. The steamers used in the inn were bought from him.
This time, Song Qiu wanted Sun Datie to help us weave some bamboo structures so that he could spread them out.
The things that need to be prepared are almost ready, so we just have to wait for the sweet potatoes to be dug and someone to deliver them to the door.
Song Qiu thought that it would be bad if no one at home went to the workshop, so she discussed it with her grandma. From now on, her grandma would not go to the inn, but would run the business in the workshop.
When she was free every afternoon, she would often visit the workshop.
Zhang Hugua got up early and went to the stove house to grab two pancakes made of cabbage mixed with grains that Miao had just steamed. He fed them into his mouth. After leaving the stove house, he saw old Mr. Deng coming out of the upper room and said:
"Mom, I'm going to the village."
Old Mrs. Deng nodded, thinking that his son had come back from town and had been collecting firewood for two days without any nonsense. He had agreed to go to the workshop to work on his own.
It was rare to wake up so early and still be so energetic, and it looked like that. She was a little relieved. Although she didn't know what kind of blow this guy received in front of those two people, she could use her toes to get a rough idea.
It would be nice if he could be saved, and it wouldn't be too bad to look at her.
He nodded and said: "Go ahead, I'll wait for you to come back for lunch at noon."
"There are about twenty people. Just the yard, I can definitely clean it up in a morning." Zhang Hugua responded, and they left the yard.
Mrs. Miao poked her head out of the kitchen room, and when she saw the man walking away, she smiled at her mother-in-law and said, "Mom, breakfast is ready. Will my wife bring it to your room?"
"I'll take it in myself." Old Mrs. Deng said, went into the kitchen house, took three pancakes, a bowl of water porridge, and returned to the upper room.
In the back room, Mr. Zhang was lying on the bed with his eyes open. When he saw Mrs. Deng coming in, he stared at her like fire.
Old Mrs. Deng seemed unaware. These days, the old man rarely fell asleep, and his gray eyes were always staring at her. Even when she fell asleep, she could feel the fiery gaze next to her.
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Just stare. Staring at her won't leave you wanting more.
Old Mrs. Deng sat down calmly and stuffed the cabbage pancake into his mouth.
Zhang Laodou took one look at the pancake and gritted his teeth, refusing to open his mouth.
Old Mrs. Deng was not annoyed, and just said: "The eldest brother is not coming back, and the third child is not going to take money from the house. Now the family still owes money, but it is not like before. You can just eat this pancake, and you can still pay it back."
The one with cabbage is less choking."
Zhang Laodou sighed in his heart. He has never eaten such coarse food in his life since he was born. Only people who are so poor that the door panels are leaking eat pancakes like this!
Thinking about the old Mrs. Deng who was eating a bowl of meat in front of him yesterday, Zhang Laodou glared at her and refused to open her mouth.
"Not hungry? That's right. I've been lying in bed all day and haven't moved around. It's normal not to feel hungry." Old Deng took the pancakes back and put them aside, then picked up the other two pancakes and ate them with porridge and water.
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Zhang Laodou was so angry that he did something bad.
With a muffled sound, an unpleasant stench filled the room.
Old Deng stopped chewing and silently put down the pancake and bowl.
Zhang Laodou looked at it and felt happy in his heart.
But I heard old Mrs. Deng say: "That's what pigs in my sister's house are like. When it's time to poop, they can't wait at all. They poop as soon as they say it. They pinch it very accurately, and the holes in their butts can't hold anything at all."
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Mr. Zhang's old face turned red and he was angry.
This woman actually compared him to an animal?
Old Mrs. Deng ignored the blazing gaze, got up and went out to bring a basin of water in. There was no emotion on her face, and she calmly and habitually changed Mr. Zhang into clean pants.
The cold handkerchief stuck to his body, and it was so cold that Mr. Zhang felt a chill in his heart. He was unable to move, but he was not unconscious.
This woman did it on purpose!
In this cold weather, I want to freeze him to death!
Zhang Lao Dou glared angrily, but his glare was in vain. He was so angry and hungry that he wanted to shout but couldn't. He could only watch Old Deng pack up and leave the house, leaving him alone.
He stared at the top of the bed in the room.
Day after day.
He really had had enough of days like this.
But I waited and waited, from morning till dusk every day, unable to wait for my eldest son and my third son to come back from town.
The only son at home did not come into the house.
In the dead of night, he couldn't help but wonder, could this be retribution?
No!
This is not retribution!
It was this woman who was cruel, and he was so kind and heartless to her, thinking of her all his life even when he was almost dying on the battlefield.
But she married someone else behind his back at home and even gave birth to children!
She was the one who felt sorry for him first, so what's wrong with him killing the adulterer? What's wrong with not liking his children?
This woman was so cruel that she paralyzed him!
What retribution!
That’s how poisonous a bitch is!
Thinking about it now, he was still too kind. If he had known that he had solved the problem with the two younger ones, why would he be in this situation now?
Didn't she dare to poison him just because she had this son?
He also has sons, three sons.
Zhang Laodou thought angrily that when the boss and the third boss finished their work, they would come back from town to see him.
The doctor that day must have been acting for a show. He wanted to ask the boss to find a doctor for him and cure him.
When he can stand up and move, he will never let go of the adulterer's seed this time!
One or two, he has to kill them all to relieve his current cowardice!
And that woman, if he doesn’t kill her, he has cherished her all his life, so why would he be willing to kill her?
Let her also taste the feeling of lying down and unable to move.