The two families share a pressurized water well, which is connected and has no fence.
Song Qiu went into the house and took out a big wooden basin and a big bucket. Zhang Lihua had already pressed up a lot of water, and poured it into the wooden basin that Song Qiu had put down.
Seeing the two of them together, Mr. Deng was standing on the eaves of the house. He had to curse at Zhang Lihua, "Be careful! After everything is sorted, hurry up and chop the pigweed!"
Zhang Lihua turned her back to that side, stuck out her tongue towards Song Qiu, made a face, and then poured water.
She worked hard and often helped Song Qiu press water. Song Qiu had long been accustomed to it. He immediately sat down, knocked down the basket, then picked two loofah leaves, handed one to Zhang Lihua, and began to carefully pick up one.
The fungus is scrubbed up.
This mountain fungus is muddy and covered with a lot of dead branches and leaves. Naturally, it needs to be cleaned to make it look good.
But you can't put it in the water. Firstly, it will rot easily when it is in the water and it is difficult to sell. Secondly, it will be heavier when it is in the water. Some people are not willing to buy it, so you just need to clean the dead branches, rotten leaves, mud and other things on it.
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You also need to pay attention to cleaning. You have to handle it with care and wash it gently. If you use force, it may break. If it doesn't bloom, it will naturally be difficult to sell.
A basket of mountain fungi was piled up on his back. Many of them were broken, or the fungi had separated from the mycorrhizae. Song Qiu put them separately in another small pot.
By the time all the mountain mushrooms in the basket were washed out, the sun that emerged after the rain had already set towards the western mountains.
Song Qiu straightened up, twisted his neck, and then poured the dirty water into the nearby ditch.
Take what you want to sell at the market, put it in a big basket and hang it on the eaves to avoid being piled up overnight and ruining the appearance.
Song Qiu then washed the rest in the small basin several times until all the sand and soil were gone.
Zhang Lihua did the same thing. Just after she finished washing, Old Deng came up to the eaves and urged her again. She quickly cleaned up, moved everything she had washed back, and then went to the backyard to chop pigweed.
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Both Lao Deng and Lao Dou Zhang liked their eldest son Zhang Gugua the most. They had a lot of money left after building a brick house, so they sent Zhang Gugua to school.
Regardless of whether Zhang Gugua can read or not, he was admitted to Tongsheng. He is now in his thirties and has two children. He is still studying in a school in the town, and he and his son still study in the same school and share a room.
Everyone rents houses to live in the town.
As for their third son, Zhang Digua, the first son of Lao Deng and Lao Zhang who had experienced many life and death events, he was naturally very rare to them.
So after he got married, he specially built a small shop for him in the town and asked him to sell some groceries. The whole family was in the town and would usually come back during the holidays.
Well, the money given by Shangguan will be used up now. Mr. Zhang has lost his hands, so naturally he can't do anything.
This household income fell on Zhang Donggua and Chen.
The two of them worked in the landlord's house almost all year round. They were long-term workers in the landlord's house and often had no freedom. The chores at home, such as washing clothes, collecting pig grass, feeding pigs and chickens, fell on Zhang Lihua's head.
The Miao family in the fourth room is only responsible for cooking with her daughter. Zhang Hugua is the youngest son. Although he has no money to set up a shop for him, he still has a leisurely life at home.
He has always been responsible for buying and selling household items like this.
In order not to let her younger son worry about it, the old Mrs. Deng was secretly saving money and planned to set up a shop for her younger son to make a living. Both Zhang Hugua and his wife knew about this, so they didn't make a fuss.
As for where to save the money?
Naturally, Zhang Donggua and his wife worked day and night.
The only person in the second room who has not been criticized is Zhang Yang.
Mr. Zhang had a bad temper, and Mr. Zhang Yang had an even bigger temper. Mr. Deng could hardly control him. He never saw him playing tricks all day long, so naturally there was nothing he could do to control him even if he wanted to.
The sound of Zhang Lihua chopping pigweed could be heard outside. Song Qiu couldn't help but smile, and carried a washed pot of mountain mushrooms into the stove room.
After tidying up outside, before it got dark, I took a basket to the three ridges of pepper trees in the vegetable garden on the left, picked a basket of peppers, and took them to the market to sell together tomorrow.
It was getting dark, and Song Qiu saw that the mother had not returned yet. Thinking about what she had said when she left in the morning, she knew that the daughter-in-law of that family had not yet given birth.
It was certain that Nai would not be able to come back tonight, so she closed the courtyard door, turned around and went into the stove room. While there was still a little starlight, she put a handful of dry wood into the stove hole and lit it with a flint.
After heating up the bowl of vegetable porridge left at noon, he sat on the steps, leaning against the wall, and ate the bowl of vegetable porridge bit by bit.
After eating, she went into the stove house, washed her face and feet with hot water in the pot, washed the dishes, left the stove house, bolted the stove door, and was about to go back to the house where she lived.
"Aqiu."
A dark figure ran over from the corner of the courtyard, "Grandma Yuan won't be back tonight? Are you afraid? I'll sleep with you!"
Song Qiu was already twenty-eight years old in his previous life. He was used to sleeping alone, so he was not afraid.
But Song Qiu was probably afraid in the past.
She nodded and said: "Okay."
Zhang Lihua obviously often came to sleep with Song Qiu. They were familiar with each other and could find a bed even in the dark when they entered the house.
"Hurry up and go to sleep inside. I have to get up late at night so as not to wake you up."
Song Qiu quickly crawled into the bed and lay down. When Zhang Lihua also lay down, he smiled and said: "Being up late at night is a disease that needs to be cured."
"Ah? Who said that? I can only eat something dry in the morning, and water porridge in the evening. It's good if you can count ten grains of rice. Can you eat this big bowl?
Do you want to get up at night? If I hold it in until dawn, you will have to burn paper on my grave."
The room was dark, and Song Qiu couldn't see Zhang Lihua's face clearly, but he could imagine her expression just by listening to her cheerful joking.
He couldn't help but laugh at that moment, and said, "I'm just teasing you."
"Hey, I know, I'm teasing you too! I don't want you to burn paper on my grave." Aqiu visits three graves every year during the Qingming Festival. If she is added to one, she will not be able to go there until dawn.
I can't make it back in time for breakfast.
She is A Qiu's best friend. If something happens, A Qiu will cry his eyes out.
Last time Aqiu was seriously ill, she almost cried to death. Fortunately, Buddha blessed her and sent her Aqiu back.
Before dawn, Zhang Lihua got up from sleeping outside. When Song Qiu heard the noise, he also got up.
"I went to Xiaohegou to wash my clothes and then went up the mountain to pick up mountain mushrooms. If you sell out and it's too early, come find me on the mountain." Zhang Lihua tied her clothes and went outside.
Song Qiu responded from behind, got out of bed, put on her shoes and went outside.
Go to the stove house and carry the mountain mushrooms that you cleaned last night for sale, then pick up the basket with peppers, open the courtyard door and go out, lock the courtyard door again, and go to the village in the early morning light.