Song Qiu nodded like garlic, indicating that he understood, and asked Grandma Deng not to worry.
Old Mrs. Deng then left with Shi Dan'er in her arms. Thinking that the guy was still at home and wouldn't leave tonight, she didn't bother to go back right away, so she turned around and took Shi Dan'er to Butcher Wang's house to find Mrs. Wang to relax.
went.
I'll go home later. Is it possible that I can go back to support him? It's really like the old days.
Ever since, Zhang Digua got up from lying down at home and went out of the house. When he saw that the house was quiet and there was no movement, he couldn't help but mutter.
He finally came back and won't he kill the chicken today?
You didn’t buy any meat either?
I don’t know what to eat tonight.
…
Song Qiu entered the workshop, where Mr. Yuan was drying starch blocks in the backyard.
After being exposed to the sun for several days, the starch blocks on several bamboo tiles have dried a lot and become hard when pinched, not so soft anymore.
Manju and the others were busy shaking starch to mix with sweet potato flour. The wooden frame covered with gauze was shaking loudly, adding a bit of life to the small backyard.
Zhang Hugua came in from the front carrying a bucket of grated sweet potatoes in one hand, put it in front of him, and took the empty bucket out to replace it.
Song Qiu happened to meet Xian, and saw that the man was lifting buckets in one hand until his hand muscles were stretched out, but he could bear it. He couldn't help but sigh, this man has really changed a lot.
This is a quiet job, and I can say that I deserve to work hard without complaining.
Touching the starch cubes one by one, Song Qiu thought about how many things he could do and just bask in the sun for two more days. The ones that would be exposed to the sun one after another would also come out one after another. The momentum was great, and he looked at the energy of this workshop.
, it’s just energetic.
Tomorrow, she can start making the sweet potato vermicelli.
Now that she doesn't have much money left in her hand, she still needs to earn some money quickly to feel more secure.
…
Old Mrs. Deng waited for Zhang Hugua to finish work before carrying Shi Daner home with her.
Miao took her daughter Zhang Zaohua to hunt wild fruits in the mountains in the afternoon and was stunned when she came back and saw that Zhang Digua was still at home.
When it was time to cook, she saw that her mother-in-law was not at home and had no explanation, so she started cooking as usual, except that she added an extra handful of rice.
Zhang Digua Lengqiu sat on the bench at home for half the afternoon. Zhang Ladou couldn't speak. He couldn't stand drooling at his crooked mouth. He sat in the room so hard that he felt angry all over.
Flirting.
If he hadn't been thinking about taking Song Qiu to the town tomorrow, he would have really wanted to leave and go back to town.
Finally, when Old Deng and the others came back, Zhang Digua hurriedly greeted her enthusiastically, "Mom, where have you been? What took you so long!"
Old Mrs. Deng looked at him as she walked up to the upper room, "What, why don't I go out for a walk? You don't care about heaven and earth, but you still care about your mother?"
Zhang Digua silently closed his mouth. Hey, if he didn't say more to his mother, he would be choked if he said anything.
Turning around, he saw Zhang Hugua wash his hands and face with water and go into the house. Zhang Digua rolled his eyes and followed him in.
"Fourth brother, I heard from my mother that you are working in Aunt Yuan's workshop. What's your habit? Are you tired?"
Zhang Hugua lay on the bed, waiting for a break before eating. He did this every day.
He was too tired to talk. Seeing that the third brother had come back today, he was afraid that he would have to stay at home tonight if he didn't leave at this hour. He was also surprised. It was rare for someone to rest at home for two nights during the Chinese New Year, but he suddenly had to rest at home.
, must have bad intentions.
"What's so tiring? It's not as effortless as the third brother quitting his job and becoming the shopkeeper."
Zhang Digua was stunned, and then he smiled gently and said: "Fourth brother, are you still angry with third brother? Third brother's last reply was a little harsh, but that's for your own good. You will be a father in your twenties."
If you are a person who doesn’t do anything, it won’t sound good if you tell him about it, right?
You see you are working in the workshop now. When I came back and met people in the village, others praised you when they talked about you, saying that you are very diligent in your work now, like that.
Third brother, listen, I am very happy for you. We are all brothers from the same father. How can there be an overnight feud between brothers? Brother just hates the iron that cannot be transformed into steel. This is a bit harsh to say. What else can you do?
Are you really angry with your brother?"
Zhang Digua talked a lot, but I don’t know if Zhang Hugua heard it or not. Anyway, he twitched the corner of his mouth, snorted lightly, and did not answer.
Zhang Digua looked at it and didn't take it seriously. This younger brother was just a brainless person who could calm down after just saying a few words. He wasn't afraid that he would really get angry.
He turned around and continued: "I heard that Aunt Yuan's workshop uses sweet potatoes to make food. What do you do every day? Are you tired? Tell me about it. It's rare for me to come back once, and I also want to care about you.
"
Although Zhang Hugua was talking a lot, he was not stupid because he was always in the workshop. He could tell that he was inquiring about the workshop. How could he really care about him?
Thinking about his mother coming to the workshop to talk to Aunt Yuan in the afternoon, after talking for a long time, Zhang Hugua lowered his eyes and said impatiently: "What can I do? Isn't it like that every day? The mill is pushed back and forth like a dog.
, Third Brother Jing asked me if I was tired, why don’t you try it too?”
"Oh, no, the third brother is the boss. I'm afraid he doesn't look down on the twenty cash salary per day. There's nothing I can do about it. If you don't make money, there are seniors and juniors. What should we eat at home? It's not like that.
The third brother is so bold that he won’t take money home if he doesn’t want to, but I don’t have my own shop, and I don’t have the confidence like you.”
Zhang Digua: ...Isn’t it because he got angry last time, fell out with someone, didn’t take the money home and let people know that the shop was owned by him, and this person was hit hard and changed a lot?
It's been how many days and I still don't feel angry.
For a moment, Zhang Digua couldn't figure out whether the fourth brother was really still angry with him, or was he so shocked that he changed his mind and was willing to work hard?
But don't think about it, the fourth brother is not easy to fool now.
Push sweet potatoes with a grater?
What do you do if you push the sweet potato?
He walked around the door of the workshop today. The door was closed and the fence was tight. He could only get a rough look. There seemed to be the sound of a grinding mill, and he also watched a few women cutting something.
With.
What exactly is this going to do?
Zhang Digua couldn't think of it, but seeing Zhang Hugua's impatient look and his apparent unwillingness to say more words to him, he also had a temper, so he immediately threw up his sleeves and walked out.
Soon, the Zhang family had dinner.
When the food was put on the table, Mr. Deng sat at the top, Mr. Miao and Zhang Zaohua sat at the bottom, Zhang Hugua and Shi Dan'er sat on the left, and Zhang Digua sat alone on the right.
On the table, there was a bowl of porridge mixed with vegetables in front of each person. It was the kind of clear soup that makes you feel bloated immediately but makes you hungry later.
In addition, there are two large bowls of vegetables, one bowl of boiled radish and one bowl of boiled cabbage.
Zhang Digua held the chopsticks and watched the others drinking and eating so deliciously that he really didn't know where to put his chopsticks.
In his own home, there are only three members of his family for every meal. There is no need to cook too many dishes, only two dishes are enough. Then there must be a plate of meat and vegetables, and the rice is also made of dry rice.
He will have time to come back in the future, and there will be meat to eat at home, right?
When did you become this poor?
Is it true that his father is paralyzed and the family is in ruins?
Zhang Digua secretly felt in his heart that this family was a burden, and it would drag them down their good life. It would be better not to come back if nothing happened in the future.
Thinking like this, Zhang Digua couldn't bear it. He casually took a few bites and then put down his chopsticks.
No one asked him if he was full. Seeing him wasting food, Old Deng rolled his eyes at him, and then took the porridge that he had barely touched for Zhang Laodou to eat.
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There is only one update today~ My son keeps asking me to accompany him in making clay, and I can’t concentrate~