It's been the second day since she returned to the Shen family's ancestral home, and Shen Ling hasn't had a good meal yet.
Yesterday, due to Shen Huan's hilarious incident, he was punished to kneel in the rain all afternoon, and today he was assigned to chop firewood for a whole day. Even a healthy young man could not withstand such torture, let alone him. Half a boy.
By the time it was time to eat in the evening, he was already a little weak and his forehead was slightly hot.
But who will care about themselves?
Shen Ling clearly knows that this Shen family is no longer the same Shen family. It is not easy to have food to eat and a roof to cover one's body here. He cannot and should not force anything anymore. After all, the Shen family and him And the grace of nurturing.
There are still things on the table in the room that were brought by the servant today. I heard that they are new things that Shen Huan is reluctant to eat.
A knowing smile appeared on Shen Ling's lips.
Whatever he wanted, he would use it. No matter what, no one would give him food today.
Pulling away the straw rope tied to the lotus leaf, he opened the tofu that Zhuang Keqing had given to the village chief.
It looks white and tender to the eye, soft to the touch, and has a refreshing bean flavor, which is indeed something I have never seen before. In this sultry season after the Dragon Boat Festival, it seems to make people move their index fingers.
Shen Ling got bowls and chopsticks from the kitchen, cut off a piece and put it into a small bowl, then drank the cold water and ate his only decent meal in the past two days.
At this time, Shen Huan was carrying a bowl filled with chicken legs and meat, and he was walking quickly. He couldn't wait to see the pitiful appearance of the guy. He thought about the guy's expression after he and he gave away the bowl of food in his hand. , he was extremely excited.
With a "bang" kick, he kicked open the ajar door and rushed into the narrow stacked room.
There was only one candle burning on the table in the room, and it was almost burned out. The fire was weak and could only illuminate a small area around the table.
Shen Ling was sitting on a stool. In his hand was a coarse porcelain bowl used by servants. Inside was a white thing with a corner dug out.
He was not surprised when he saw the visitor. He just glanced at Shen Huan standing at the door in the thin moonlight, then turned his head, put down the porcelain bowl in his hand, picked up the cup, and took a sip of water.
What Shen Huan hates the most is that he is so calm and calm in everything he encounters. Every time he jumps up and down like a ridiculous monkey, the other person treats him as if he doesn't exist and doesn't show any emotion at all.
So again this time!
"Why don't you ask me why I came to see you, brother?" Shen Huan finally couldn't hold back and spoke.
"I dare not call myself my brother."
Shen Ling knew that this child was probably looking for trouble for no reason, so he didn't want to pay attention to him. Even though he had treated him like a brother, he was not the same person after all.
Shen Huan was about to get angry because he was bored, but his eyes suddenly turned and saw the lotus leaf that was opened on the table.
Realizing that the other party was really eating the country food given by the country people, he suddenly felt that this was how it should be, and most of the depression in his heart dissipated.
"It's a waste of time, brother. I was still thinking about my brother and brought these delicious foods. Who would have thought that you would sink yourself and eat these things that are not good enough to eat."
"But come to think of it, how can a superior person eat such inferior things?" Shen Huan said humiliatingly: "Only born inferior people can live on these things!"
After saying that, he threw the things in his hands on the table and said, "It's for you!"
Then he walked away.
The fine celadon bowl made a dull sound when it hit the wooden table. The chicken legs and pieces of meat rolled out of the overturned bowl, leaving greasy marks on the surface of the wooden table, exuding a cloying smell.
Shen Ling didn't pay attention. He picked up the scattered food with chopsticks and ate it with tofu.
Zhuang Keqing was very tired today, so she had dinner and went to bed early.
Qin Manzhi had also washed up. She took Aman off her body and put him on the bed. Mother and daughter had a rare free time to play with the baby.
Aman had just turned one month old and couldn't live without people at ordinary times, but someone had to do the work in the fields and at home. Zhuang Keqing thought about it and simply made a cloth bag out of his own old clothes, and usually put Manbao in the cloth bag. Put it on your chest and work with your baby.
After using it for a few days, Ms. Qin praised the method so well that she now carries a lot of treasure with her when she goes to the fields. Even today when she was running a tofu stall, as long as it belonged to her aunt and mother-in-law, no one she met would not say how good the child was. of.
Indeed, having made some money these days, Zhuang Keqing repaid Aunt Li the part he had borrowed before, and also bought some fresh brown rice with her. Now, in addition to having porridge in the morning, the family will not feel bad if they have a dry meal in the evening. Besides, There are also tofu and dried beans every day, which makes me full. Although there is no meaty smell, I can see that my complexion is better.
Mrs. Qin has enough nutrition and enough milk. Man Bao can eat every meal and her little face becomes bulging.
"Yeah~ Yeah~" With his small, toothless mouth open, Man Bao stretched out his hand to grab the floral cloth head in Sister's hand.
"Manbao, do you want this? Can you wait for me to make a small bag for you to hold your toys?"
While teasing Aman on the bed, Zhuang Keqing talked to his mother about the next plan.
"Mom, I just thought about it. You can't just spend money and not make money when you go to town. I'll bring some tofu and dried bean curd and ask Uncle Liu to help me sell them. If I sell them, I'll give you some hard-earned money. ."
"If I can sell it this time, then I will go to the town to sell tofu during the market, so I can earn more."
How could Qin Manzhi disagree? In this family, her daughter is in charge of everything now, inside and outside. She has more ideas than she does.
"Okay, I'll listen to you, but don't bring too much this time. It's a long way to the town and it will be too tiring to carry. You are still young and cannot withstand such hard work."
Zhuang Keqing nodded.
"By the way, Mom, I thought that in addition to beans, we should also collect some firewood recently. I told people that I can exchange firewood for tofu. There are too many things at home, so it is not appropriate to collect firewood."
Qin Manzhi lowered her head and thought about it, and she felt it was right. Cooking pulp every day consumes the most firewood. There was not much firewood left during the slack season. She originally thought of going to the mountains tomorrow, but now her daughter has thought of this method, although she will make less money. It costs some money, but it's better than going alone.
In the village, everyone usually bartered a lot. Many villagers exchanged firewood for tofu as a convenience for everyone. And she had lived here for so long, so she had some understanding of these people's ways.
This person may sympathize with you for being poor, but I can't see your kindness. If my own family takes the lead, there will definitely be many people who are bitter and jealous. By then, if my daughter is orphaned and widowed, no matter how strong her daughter is, someone will bully her. It won't be easy either.
Qin Manzhi didn't know it at this time. It was because of this that Zhuang Keqing took the initiative to share the water-powered stone mill with the villagers when making a request to the village chief. It was because everyone had benefited. He usually didn't say to take care of him, at least not to add insult to injury. It's better.
