All the men in Fengxia Village went to help carry rice and grain. Mr. Song didn't come back from the government office. Zhao Yuan let the children let go and ran away with the donkey cart. Only Mrs. Yang and the others at this age were left.
The big one guards the home.
Mrs. Cao was squatting in front of her house washing vegetables. When she looked up and saw Mrs. Bai, she couldn't help but open her eyes in surprise. She had heard that Mrs. Bai and others had not left the village for many years, but now they were at her doorstep.
Fortunately, Mrs. Cao quickly came to her senses, rubbed her hand with her dress, and held Mrs. Bai's hand: "Oh, come here, why don't you ask someone to send you a message? Hurry... go and sit in the house."
Mrs. Bai smiled and said, "Find me two people to help me. There are still people in the mule cart."
No matter how stupid Mrs. Cao was, she could guess who was in the mule cart. It was the clan leader of the village. Everyone called her Bai in private. Bai's legs and feet were not very good, so it was difficult for her to move around.
I didn't expect that their small village could attract the clan leader of the village, so why would Old Mrs. Cao be unhappy?
Mrs. Cao said: "It's easy. I'll come when I go."
It is true that they are older, so it is still easy to help someone. After saying this, Mrs. Cao moved her two little feet and ran towards Zhao's house.
While Mrs. Cao was looking for the person, Mrs. Bai looked at the village. A wall was built around the village, and the dilapidated houses were gathered together. Sixteen relocated households settled here, a bit like what happened when they came to Taozhou.
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They had nothing, they had to arrange everything bit by bit, but they finally found a place to stay.
Mrs. Bai saw it with her own eyes, and then she understood why Cha Shuo and Bai Yuwei always talked about Fengxia West Village. The village really gave people a good feeling.
The piles of firewood piled high and the paths in the village are cleanly swept show how the people here run the family.
Mrs. Yang, Mrs. Feng and others came over after hearing the news. They also brought rattan chairs.
Seeing this, Mrs. Bai felt embarrassed and said, "I have caused trouble to you."
Mrs. Yang smiled and said, "You're out, aren't you? Just sit on this chair and you can go wherever you want."
Facts have proved that this chair is very practical, and a few people took Bai to Zhao's house easily.
The Zhao family's house was very clean, but there were not many things. Fortunately, in order for the villagers to come over from time to time to discuss things, Zhao Xueyi made a table and a few spoons, which came in handy.
Everyone sat down, and Mrs. Yang made a pot of tea bought by her granddaughter and put it on the table. When her granddaughter bought these, she thought it was a waste of money. She didn't expect that after having this teapot, the family would not be in trouble.
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Mrs. Bai and Mr. Bai tasted the tea. It was broken tea leaves sold on the street, but the tea the Zhao family bought had a strong flavor and a faint fragrance inside.
Bai Shi said: "This tea is delicious."
Mrs. Yang smiled and said: "My granddaughter got it, and mixed it with some good tea for Mr."
Bai Shi nodded: "You can drink it, but it's different from what's sold outside."
After the warm words were said, Mrs. Yang did not let the words cool down, so she said: "You didn't leave the village yesterday, so you don't know what happened in the city. Soldiers and horses were mobilized outside the city, and people died.
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There was no one else in the room, so Mrs. Bai didn't hide it: "I saw it yesterday, and I heard from Cha Shuo that the eldest son of the Zhao family was injured, so I thought I would come and have a look."
"His injury is not a problem," said Mrs. Yang. "He will feel better after a good sleep. He will follow everyone to the city this morning."
Before Mrs. Bai could speak again, Mrs. Yang said: "You can eat here tonight and try our cooking."
Bai Shi smiled and said, "Just now we said we wanted to eat the spring dishes you made."
Mrs. Yang's eyes lit up: "It can't be used on the village. You guys try it again this time."
Mrs. Bai and Mrs. Bai responded generously.
Mrs. Yang got up and went to the kitchen. Mrs. Bai followed her and said, "I'll go take a look too."
Although Mrs. Yang didn't know why Mrs. Bai and Mr. Bai came, her granddaughter had told her so, so she felt confident and didn't panic, so she took Mrs. Bai around.
"The rice and grain have been divided, and it will be enough to last till next spring," Mrs. Yang said with a smile. "Let's make some more money, so we don't have to worry."
There are also a lot of bacon and dried vegetables in the kitchen.
Mrs. Bai said: "Buy so many?"
Mrs. Yang smiled and said: "This is for the village to celebrate the New Year. We are going to have 16 households gather together to celebrate it."
"After yesterday's work has been done, we have to prepare food for the New Year. Everyone in the village, old and young, is looking forward to it. Let's rest for a few days before going to make money."
Mrs. Bai nodded: "Everyone in the village is asking when you can go. After a long time, there won't be enough cheese."
Mrs. Yang makes more than just cheese, she often makes things that are not available in the village. When the cheese shop is open, the children in the village have to go there every day.
Mrs. Yang stretched out her hand to put firewood into the stove: "I also want to go to the village early. I have nothing to do in the village all day, and I feel so idle. Tomorrow I will fry more spring dishes and let Sister Luo deliver them."
Mrs. Bai responded. With Mrs. Yang's spring dishes, the village had a more festive atmosphere.
The two of them were busy for a while, and then Mrs. Bai said, "I heard that you made an agreement with the government office in advance this time to deliberately lure those people out?"
Mrs. Yang nodded: "Those people are secretly thinking of harming others. Why not take this opportunity to sue them to the government office and let the government office make the decision for us."
Mrs. Bai hesitated for a moment and said, "Do you really believe in Mr. Zhao?"
When Mrs. Yang heard this, she looked outside the door, then put down her work, walked up to Granny Bai, and whispered, "Actually, Mr. Zhao and we have known each other for a long time."
Mrs. Bai didn't expect it to be like this.
Mrs. Yang continued: "Master Zhao was being chased. His followers ran out to ask for help, but were met by Sister Luo. When we were in Min County, we saw with our own eyes how Master Zhao dealt with Sun Ji. Otherwise, we
You can’t come to Taozhou either.”
"We don't dare to say this to others. We don't have anything to worry about. We are afraid that people will talk behind Mr. Zhao's back."
Now Mrs. Bai understood that Fengxia Village and Zhao Jingyun had known each other for a long time, so no wonder she took risks for Zhao Jingyun.
Mrs. Yang said: "It is not easy to meet a good parent officer. When we are needed, we will help. Besides, Mr. Zhao also arrested those people for us."
"In addition to Mr. Zhao, there was Mr. Nie who we also met yesterday. We all met him in Min County."
Old Mrs. Yang was not afraid to say these words. It was what her little granddaughter had told her. If Mrs. Bai from the village came and asked about Mr. Zhao, she would just say this. Mrs. Yang was also surprised. How could the little granddaughter guess that Mrs. Bai would do it?
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After the stove was lit, Mrs. Yang began to cook, and the stove was soon filled with smoke and the aroma of food.
Mrs. Yang is old, but her hands and feet are nimble, especially her big, unbound feet, which make her walk with a wind.
"You, you should go out for a walk more often," Old Mrs. Yang said. "If you feel that staying around is boring anymore, come find me and let's go to the market together."
"I never go out, my eyes can't see out, and my heart isn't open."
After hearing what Mrs. Yang said, Mrs. Bai smiled and nodded: "You are right."
"You don't need to cover your face," said Mrs. Yang. "If you don't want others to see anything, if they want to stare at it, just look at it. It's just a curiosity. After a while, you won't care anymore. To put it bluntly, don't worry about it."
For others, as long as you feel comfortable."
Mrs. Bai nodded: "That's right." Just like when she went to Tibet, everyone wanted to see her. She felt strange at first, but then she got used to those eyes.
So what makes people sad is their own level.
Mrs. Bai somewhat understood why the Zhao family girls were so transparent, because they had such a grandmother.
The two of them talked and cooked a lot of meals.
Mrs. Yang opened the curtain and was about to greet Mrs. Cao to serve the food when she saw someone entering the yard.
Zhao Luoyang was walking in front and saw Mrs. Yang smiling and saying, "Mistress, I brought Mr. Xie back."
With that said, Zhao Luoyang stepped aside, and Xie Chen, who had changed out of his official uniform and was wearing a blue robe, stepped forward.
In the kitchen, Mrs. Bai listened to the noise outside, and with a slight exertion of her fingers, the firewood she held broke into two pieces. It was a coincidence that she met Xie Chen here.