After all these years, the clan members don’t even know what Erlang’s father has done.
If I had known earlier, I should have taken more care of Erlang. In those years, Erlang was observing filial piety at Zhuangzi and was not close to his fellow tribesmen, so he didn't even go to see him a few times. How many people were sighing. The tribesmen all felt that they had done Erlang wrong.
There were also several big hens that were directly given to Jiang Changxi. They said that they would be given to Erlang’s wife to eat and keep her body well fed. Once the two of them had passed the gift, they would be able to conceive a fat baby immediately.
What a shy blessing. Jiang Changxi couldn't help but have wild thoughts when looking at those old hens.
She was already seventeen after the New Year, and it was just another year before she turned eighteen. Even so, she was really not that old.
However, the 18th sister-in-law here has a baby in her arms.
Jiang Changxi and others advocated late marriage and late childbearing, and people thought Jiang Changxi was short-sighted. The years were different, and communication of ideas was not smooth. There was no other way, and most of the time he could only follow the local customs.
Jiang Changxi calculated that when Zhou Lan came back, if there was no bloody plot and Zhou Lan didn't meet a true love and bring him back, the couple should also plan to have a baby.
So she accepted the kindness of her clan members, so she might as well drink the hen soup.
Dali watched his grandma staring at a few old hens for a long time: "Grandma, what's wrong with these chickens? You're staring at them like that."
Jiang Changxi felt a little embarrassed that she was distracted by just a few chickens: "Ahem, I just saw that this chicken is quite nourishing."
Dali: "If you want to eat, just say so. Why are you so tactful?"
Jiang Changxi said in her heart, "When can you be a little more tactful? This will make her a grandma feel comfortable. I feel that this girl is not considerate, and she is very disgusted."
Dali: "Grandma, aren't you feeling happy? Otherwise, I'll go wait at the door of Zhou's mansion and put a sack on Mr. Tuesday later."
Jiang Changxi felt that she shouldn't think about Italy like that. This girl is so good: "You are not afraid that your uncle will find out about it and deal with you later."
Dali: "Don't be afraid, I belong to the eldest grandma. Besides, even if the eldest uncle finds out, he won't say anything. Maybe he will accompany the slave. If I were an uncle, I would have beaten such an uncle long ago."
You are so treasonous. If you say this, will anyone dare to marry you? But she is really rare. In the future, she will never secretly despise someone just because Dali speaks unkindly or is rude to others.
Jiang Changxi: "If you say this outside in the future, don't say it's my girl."
She was following the path of a serious grandmother, not a chivalrous woman, not a gangster. Sooner or later, this girl led her astray.
Dali was a little aggrieved. Is the relationship between master and servant so shallow? "Why."
Jiang Changxi said with disdain: "I'm afraid I'll be implicated by you."
Dali felt hurt: "Grandma, slaves and slaves are all trying to save you, but you are actually afraid of being implicated."
Jiang Changxi didn't feel hurt at all and asked instead: "Shouldn't it be?"
Well, no matter how you understand this, it seems that you should go back to where you should be. Dali entered the room very depressed. His good intentions were struck by lightning.
The eldest grandma has such a good temper, why doesn't she believe it so much?
Jiang Changxi walked behind Dali: "Okay, now I'm not the one who's upset and wants to put a sack on me. I guess Uncle Zhou is thinking of putting a sack on me right now."
After saying that, he laughed twice, feeling that he didn't feel like a good person.
Dali: "It depends on him, huh, I'm here to keep you in high spirits. As long as he dares to do something, I'm sure to kick him out for more than ten meters."
Then he said angrily: "These slaves have been practicing leg exercises these days." It meant that he really wanted to touch Uncle Zhou with his feet. He was afraid that Master Zhou would not come.
Jiang Changxi looked at the Italian girl's provocative expression: "Thank you for your hard work."
Followed: "By the way, take all the old hens to the kitchen and practice your knife skills."
Do you still want to practice knife skills? Da Lixin said, Grandma is much crueler than me. She still needs to use a knife and use hens to practice her skills? This hatred is too great.
If Jiang Changxi knew what Dali was thinking, he would definitely tell her that there was a misunderstanding. She wanted to drink chicken soup, not a child of the Jianghu, and took matters of life and death very seriously.
The second room of the Zhou family, the old man and his wife, and Mr. and Mrs. Tuesday heard the news from the clan and gritted their teeth with hatred.
Mrs. Tuesday raised the issue: "Erlang's wife is very capable. She spends all her time coaxing the clan members. She still doesn't care about her grandparents?"
Mrs. Zhou's face was gloomy, and she didn't need her daughter-in-law to stir up trouble, but Jiang Changxi hated her: "I don't dare to have a grandson-in-law like that."
To Mr. Zhou: "Write a letter to Erlang. Our Zhou family will never tolerate such a woman."
Mr. Zhou still knew something in his heart. They couldn't send a woman like that away just as they said, so it would be hard to send her away. However, he and his grandson still had to make it clear that they couldn't bear this anger in vain.
As for whether his grandson was in trouble, he didn't consider it. If he couldn't do it, that would be unfilial.
I heard Master Zhou say: "When did my eldest brother help the clan buy a hundred acres of fertile land? All the money in the mansion came from me. I didn't see this amount on the account."
Mr. Zhou raised his eyelids and said, "Let the past go by now, don't mention it."
Master Tuesday didn't know what was going on, and said angrily: "Brother, you still don't believe me after all."
Mr. Zhou couldn't help it anymore: "You still have the nerve to say that your elder brother asked you to buy fertile farmland for the clan members. What did you do? If it weren't for you, why would your elder brother buy sacrificial fields for the clan members again?"
Master Zhou understood instantly and said angrily: "Doesn't that mean that everyone in the tribe knows about this matter?" Where is his face? Since he has lost all face in front of his tribe for many years, he thinks he is right. This is his
What a great brother.
Mr. Zhou looked at his angry son over there and comforted him: "It's been so long. Who cares about this? It doesn't matter whether you know or not."
Mr. Tuesday: "I knew that the boss was nothing. He was tricked by his own brothers and showed off his abilities at every turn."
Mrs. Zhou: "Second brother, your eldest brother is good to you even though he is wrong in many ways. If you speak so unkindly, what will happen if people listen to you?"
Mr. Tuesday had a gloomy face, thinking that when he was among five and six people in front of his clansmen, these people might not know what they thought of him in private, and he sighed in his heart: "I'm already like this now, so what do I care about?
.What image do you think of me in the eyes of your tribe?"
Mrs. Zhou: "We are in Baoding Mansion. What does it matter what the tribesmen think of us?"
Master Tuesday said to himself, I don’t want to go back to the clan. Those old men in the province always make trouble with the clan.
After all, Mr. Zhou is still old and knows a little bit about human affairs: "A woman's words should not be ignored by the clan."