"That's enough, it's the second child's family. She just said it casually." Old Mrs. Zhu was obviously biased towards Xiao Zhao, and she said that Chen was making a fuss out of a molehill.
"Mom, why do you say that? This is not a trivial matter. How can any of my own family members slander my own family members like this! My son is still young and cannot bear the trouble." Mrs. Zhao raised her eyebrows in retort, guarding Zhu Ping'an like a hen protecting her cubs.
"Second sister-in-law, why are you talking to mother like this?" Mrs. Zhao avoided the important matter and changed the subject, accusing Mrs. Chen of being disrespectful to Mrs. Zhu.
"You will fan the flames!" Ms. Chen sneered.
"That's enough, it's important to have a meal." Mr. Zhu knocked on his pipe and glared at his second son and youngest son, meaning that he wanted them to look at his wife, so as not to have a meal and live in trouble.
Zhu Shouyi stretched out his hand to pull Mrs. Chen and asked her to sit down and eat. Although Mrs. Chen looked unhappy, she still sat back to honor her husband.
"Dad, I am doing this for the best for our family. If we are possessed by an evil spirit and it brings bad luck to our family, it will be terrible." Little Zhao's face was a bit sarcastic, but she still smiled and bit her cheek tightly.
Keep your mouth shut.
"Fuck your mother!" When Mrs. Chen saw that Xiao Zhao was still unwilling to forgive her, she became angry and wanted to go up and scratch her.
"It's really shameful to be polite." His uncle looked aloof and aloof from the world. He shook his sleeves and sighed, shaking his head.
The eldest aunt watched with great interest and did not try to dissuade her. She was still working hard to cultivate the demeanor of everyone's ladies. She thought that one day her husband would be a scholar, and she would be a scholar's wife. If her husband won the imperial examination again, she would be an official wife.
No matter what, I have to develop a clear and airy attitude. Seeing my two younger brothers and sisters being noisy and noisy without any image, I feel more and more superior and airy.
However, Zhu Ping'an was scornful of his eldest aunt. If she were a lady, these words would have put an end to the dispute long ago, instead of being a joke like her eldest aunt.
But looking at his grandfather's dark face, Zhu Ping'an felt that it was not a good sign if things continued like this. After all, this was the age of feudal patriarchy, and someone with a reputation for being unfilial would be punished in the village.
"Mom, fourth aunt, what's wrong with you?" Zhu Ping'an finished washing his hands, walked to his mother on his short legs, and asked curiously with his chubby little face raised.
Being so cute and polite, greeting the fourth aunt cordially, made the fourth aunt who was slandering Zhu Pingan just now a little embarrassed.
"Your fourth aunt said you were possessed by evil spirits." Ms. Chen glared at Mr. Zhao and said angrily.
"Mom, what is evil?" Zhu Pingan asked like a curious baby.
So, Ms. Chen glared at Mr. Zhao again.
The old man also turned his attention to Xiao Zhao, a little dissatisfied. Xiao Zhao sneered and felt that he was making a fuss out of a molehill, but he still couldn't let it go. He bent down to coax Zhu Pingan and asked, "Xie'er, aunt asked you, why are you making a fuss?"
Why have you started washing your face recently?"
Zhu Ping'an is not a real five-year-old child, so naturally he will not let his words reveal any clues for her to catch. He ran to Mrs. Chen's arms with his little body, leaned against him comfortably, and looked at the little boy with big eyes full of innocence.
Zhao said, "The last time Shi'er was ill, the old man with a white beard who treated him said that Shi'er had a stomachache because he ate food with dirty hands. Shi'er didn't want to take the bitter medicine, so he gave him the medicine.
I told you to wash your hands before eating."
Although it’s shameful to act cute and ridiculous, but you’re a five-year-old kid and you’re mature enough to try it? I’m tired of living! I want to do barbecue to speak for myself (take it with a grain of salt)!
When talking about the old man with the white beard, Zhu Pingan looked at everyone's expressions without leaving a trace. Everyone was basically convinced. You must know that Zhu Pingan has also done his homework. This old man with the white beard is not a simple person.
He is a well-known doctor in the county. He seldom makes medical appointments, and even if he does, he only treats high-ranking officials. The last time he treated Zhu Ping'an was a complete coincidence. On the way to visit a friend, he happened to pass by and saw the Zhu family in a panic, and he couldn't bear it, so he took action.
"Okay, that's it for now. No one should mention anything about being possessed by evil spirits or monsters in the future. They are all good children and grandchildren of my Zhu family. If I hear any bad rumors outside about my family, don't
Blame me for violating the ancestral law!" Mr. Zhu was still able to distinguish the important from the serious, and did not let his daughters-in-law quarrel endlessly. He ended the dispute between the daughters-in-law with a timely slap on the table.
The family is in harmony, everything is prosperous, and prosperity is also an important part of the family's prosperity. Mr. Zhu does not allow rumors that are not good for the family to appear. He is looking forward to the prosperity of the family in his hands day and night.
The dispute ceased, and the old man put down his pipe and used his chopsticks.
Mr. Zhu moved the chopsticks for the first time, and then the Zhu family started dinner, which was very reminiscent of ancient feudal patriarchy. After more than ten days, Zhu Pingan was no longer surprised by this. The only thing that is still difficult to accept is the food on the table.
The so-called vegetables are boiled with salt or steamed with salt. In my impression, stir-fry seems to have become popular after the method of extracting vegetable oil was introduced in the mid-Qing Dynasty. Now stir-fry should be the exclusive property of wealthy people. Farmers are reluctant to use animal oil for stir-frying.
.The staple food is steamed buns made from grains, which look like steamed buns and pancakes. They taste very bad and make me burp in my throat. It takes me a long time to swallow them. The taste of the porridge is acceptable, but it is too thin.
There are rations for eating at the dinner table, and this amount is controlled by Mrs. Zhu. Men have two pancakes, and women and children only have one. Porridge is also differentiated. The ones in front of men are all thick, and those in front of women and children are
It's soup.
My grandmother, Mrs. Zhu, is also partial, and she treats them differently when dividing noodles and porridge. The eldest uncle and the fourth uncle's family all get larger ones, while the ones at my own family and the third uncle's family all get smaller ones, and Uncle Zhu's family gets smaller ones.
There will be three cakes, the reason is that he has to study and use his brain. There are many examples of partiality like this. For dishes that are not often cooked, such as scrambled eggs, Mrs. Zhu will give it to her uncle and fourth uncle more often.
Especially today, I don't know whether it was to compensate or for some reason, but grandma would bring scrambled eggs to the fourth uncle and the fourth aunt from time to time. The fourth aunt also showed off to her mother Chen, intentionally or unintentionally, and in the end, she was so teased that she almost bit her.
.The entire dinner table was tense, the wind was rumbling, and the world was not at peace.
I remember that when he first came here, Zhu Pingan tried to pick up eggs, but his grandmother blocked them with chopsticks, saying that eggs were for adults to replenish their bodies and they were tired from work, but Zhu Pingan had not yet seen his grandmother share the eggs with his father.
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Every family has its own scriptures that are difficult to recite.
Not having enough to eat and not eating well are definitely fatal punishments for foodies.
After all, Zhu Ping'an is a person with a mental age of more than 20 years old, so he can still bear it. He just looks at the little loli Yu'er in the arms of the third aunt, biting her fingers and staring at the eggs with big watery eyes.
I can't bear it anymore.
Mother Chen, the third aunt, the eldest aunt and the fourth aunt often have disputes at the dinner table for various reasons, such as taking the same cake, the same dish, etc. In short, at the dinner table
It's just that it won't be quiet.
In fact, many conflicts in the family can be attributed to one word, poverty. If you have a fortune, you will not have conflicts over these trivial matters. As the saying goes, a poor person has short ambitions, while a thin horse has long hair.
However, looking at my little arms and legs, it is extremely difficult to get rich. Many experiences from my previous life are difficult to apply here. Moreover, my major is ancient Chinese literature, and I am not familiar with inventions such as glass making.
I am not even proficient in life skills such as cooking and cooking in the story about girls traveling through time. Of course, this does not mean that I am useless. I have at least several hundred years of experience and common sense and knowledge of ancient Chinese. Getting rich is a long way to go, but it is not far away.