Zhuang's third daughter-in-law, Mrs. Wu, is in her late confinement and is about to give birth in the next few days.
Not to mention what Zhuang San is like to the outside world, he is a wife-loving person. In the past few days, he has carefully selected some good millet and wanted to grind millet noodles. When the time comes, whether it is boiling rice paste or pancakes,
I have to put some in it, it is convenient to use and it can also replenish the body of my wife.
The water-powered mill in Houshan is the most suitable place for grinding rice and noodles.
But Zhuang San also had some worries. Although it was spread in the village at that time that his cheap niece said that this stone mill could be used by everyone and it did not cost money, he was still worried that he would meet someone when he went to grind things.
Although he has been thinking about the tofu business, it is only a private plan, and he has not yet resumed walking with his sister-in-law and his family. If someone saw him licking his face and using the stone grinder at this juncture, he would be laughed to death.
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Zhuang San hesitated, holding the pocket filled with millet with one hand. He didn't want to lift it, and he didn't even want to lift it. He spent most of the day in the kitchen and didn't come out.
It was a hot summer day, and Wu's belly was very big and her body was heavy. She was so sad that she could hardly breathe. She didn't see her man come out of the kitchen for a long time, and she was already impatient.
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"This grown man doesn't even come out of the kitchen. Could it be that he just likes to do women's work?" He started by pointing at Sang and scolding Huai.
This is because he dislikes Zhuang San for not being happy with his work.
"Hey, here we come." Zhuang San was also afraid that his wife would be angry and have fetal gas.
He looked at the bag of millet in his hand, sighed, and carried it out of the kitchen.
"You rest at home, I'll grind some millet noodles and come back."
"Hurry up. I want to eat millet pancakes with pickles tonight." Mrs. Wu was still in the room, not even looking at the man in the courtyard. She grabbed a sour apricot from the mountain in her hand and chewed it with a crunching sound.
, the teeth of those who listened to it were about to fall.
Zhuang San stood in the sun and thought for a while, forget it, since we have to go, why not spend more time.
So he went back to the place where grain was stored at home, gritted his teeth and packed another twenty kilograms of hulled wheat bags, planning to grind some more white flour together.
These two things were not heavy to carry, so he walked out without pushing the trolley.
He walked around the back of his house, taking all the paths that no one would take. When he saw the water-powered mill built on the mountain stream behind the village, he was surprised that he didn't encounter anyone.
Zhuang San breathed a sigh of relief.
It was just a coincidence that he came.
If this had been left out for the few days after the mill was first built, anyone who brought anything to grind would have to travel two miles.
He threw the wheat in his hand over his shoulder, carried the millet in the other hand, and walked towards the mill faster.
But don't let anyone else.
Zhuang San thought to himself.
But unfortunately today, Aunt He is busy in the mill.
In Erlizi Village, these aunts and daughters-in-law are usually the fastest gossipers, and Aunt He is the leader among them. Her ability to pick up gossips can make the people around her hungry to death.
Zhuang San glanced at Aunt He and felt bad. He quickly tried to take a few steps back, but was caught red-handed anyway.
"Hey, isn't this the dealer's?"
Aunt He's face was very enthusiastic, but then she gave a sideways look that was half-smiling, which stopped Zhuang San from withdrawing.
Zhuang San is quite capable of doing things in the village on weekdays, and has some personal connections. Although he usually makes some small calculations, he is still willing to do some superficial work. But Aunt He doesn't care about your tricks, what are the shortcomings of Zhang's family and Li's family?
She just spreads some gossip, and she likes to catch the person involved asking questions. She is satisfied when the person who tells the truth has no face.
"Want to grind noodles too?" Aunt He kept busy. She was almost finished here. She originally thought that today was boring, but now it's better. Interesting things are delivered directly to her door.
Zhuang San hesitated and unloaded his things by the door of the mill.
"A lot of grinding? My wife is about to give birth?"
Aunt He actually doesn't care whether your wife is giving birth. She just chatted a few words casually to lead out the rest of the conversation. She didn't wait for Zhuang San to answer, glanced at the man standing at the door, and said to herself.
, "Your niece is really capable. She made such a thing and it is convenient for the whole village."
Zhuang San groaned.
"You said that your brother is also unlucky. Seeing that life is getting better, his life is gone. It's a pity."
Zhuang San was impatient to hear this, but Aunt He was an elder after all, and she liked to gossip. He was so proud of his face that it would be hard for him to give others a reason to imitate him. Then the banker would lose his face even more.
Seeing that Zhuang San didn't say anything, Aunt He ignored him and said, "You brothers, too. As for the orphans and widowers of the Qin family, you don't want to help more, and you don't even stop someone from recruiting a son-in-law. What are you talking about?"
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"Who doesn't know that the boy from the Shen family has such bad morals that he will be kicked out of the house by Mrs. Juren? If he gets married, what good things will come to the whole family?"
"Don't blame Aunt He for being blunt." Seeing Zhuang San frowning and not speaking, Aunt He waved to him with a mysterious look, "They say the wedding banquet will be held in autumn, but the village chief has been there a few days ago.
Once the household registration of the Shen family boy has been settled, isn’t it a sure thing?"
After hearing this, how can Zhuang San still stand?
He already has his thoughts on the banker's tofu business. If the boy named Shen interferes and marries his eldest niece, then the eldest family will have a backbone, and what will happen to him, Zhuang San!
He really didn't take the rumors in the village to heart at first. The boy from the Shen family heard that he bullied his mother and abused his younger brother, and had such bad character that his mistress couldn't bear it, so she kicked him out of the house. And his sister-in-law, after suffering the sins of her eldest brother for so many years,
, how could he marry his daughter to such a person?
But what if what Aunt He said was true.
No, he couldn't let things develop like this, he had to do something!
Aunt He had finished grinding the flour and was getting a small broom to sweep all the remaining flour from the edges and corners of the stone grinder into her bag.
"Let's go now."
She tied her pockets and raised her head to greet Zhuang San, but the other person frowned deeply, looking deep in thought, and ignored him at all.
"Tch!" Aunt He didn't have the habit of putting a hot face on a cold butt. When Zhuang San ignored her, she turned her head, picked up the bag and left.
This time, I met someone on the way to the village, and I learned about Zhuang San's story of going to the mill again. While learning, he said, "Young girl, you are right when you say that everyone in the village can use it, but what about this banker?"
With a face like this, think about how ruthless he was after the separation, it’s really unscrupulous. If it were me, I wouldn’t have to bury my head and walk around!”
Zhuang San didn't know that Aunt He, who had given him the news, would be chewing the back of his tongue in the next second. At this time, he just put the wheat and millet he brought on the stone mill and thought about what happened next.
