Wang immediately stared and screamed: "What? Five silver coins?!"
Aunt Zhao was also furious.
Mrs. Wang turned around and said to Aunt Zhao: "Mother! Mother! This money cannot come from the father-in-law! This is what Zhao Erya picked up himself. If you want to pay, their second wife must pay for it!"
Mrs. Li almost burst into tears: "Mom, sister-in-law, how can we have any money... All our money has been handed over to mom..."
Mrs. Wang sneered: "I don't care if your second wife has money or not. Anyway, don't even think about involving this money to implicate our first brother!"
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For a moment, the entire dining hall was noisy again.
Mr. Zhao's face turned green with anger: "Shut up, everyone!"
Mr. Zhao is still very prestigious. As soon as he spoke, everyone fell silent and looked eagerly at the head of the Zhao family.
Mr. Zhao frowned: "Eat first, we will talk about this later!"
Aunt Zhao had an indignant look on her face, but she was afraid of Mr. Zhao's solemn dignity, so she could only serve everyone porridge angrily.
The porridge spoon is in the hands of Aunt Zhao, so she has the right to control whether there is more or less porridge.
The first thing she did was give it to her second wife, Mrs. Li.
He took the top spoonful and poured it into the coarse porcelain bowl in front of Mrs. Li. The porcelain bowl had a crack and was not full. Aunt Zhao even moved the water level down a little.
So it seems that only half a bowl of clear soup is not enough to fill the gaps between teeth.
Zhao Erya was so angry that when she was about to open her mouth to argue, Mrs. Li covered her mouth and gave her a serious look.
"What, you think you're too young?" Aunt Zhao's cold voice sounded.
"No, no, it's good to eat some. How can my daughter-in-law dare to pick on whether there is more or less?" Ms. Li replied hurriedly and respectfully.
Aunt Zhao snorted coldly, ignored it, and continued to serve the remaining people porridge.
Da Ya, Er Ya, and even Xiao Wu in the second room all got the porridge water from the top. But when it was the turn of the four boys in the first room, Aunt Zhao fished it from the bottom of the pot.
Because the polenta is not boiled, it will easily sink to the bottom, so when you scoop it out, you can scoop out thick porridge.
Erya and Xiaowu were envious and sad, but had no theory. It can be seen that this unfair distribution method has formed an inertia.
After dividing the porridge, Mrs. Zhao began to divide the black flour steamed buns.
The men in the Zhao family all have one steamed bun, while the women... only have half. However, sister-in-law Zhao Xiuli gets a whole black-faced steamed bun every time.
In the middle of the small broken wooden table, there is a small bowl of dark pickles, without any oily appearance, but in the Zhao family, this is the only meal.
A mediocre meal was quickly settled in silence, taking less than three minutes.
Zhao Daya, Zhao Erya, Zhao Xiaowu... they all kept the last bite of the black-faced steamed bun in their hands in a tacit understanding and stuffed it quietly into their sleeves.
"Bang!" Mr. Zhao put the bowls and chopsticks on the table and stared at Zhao Er with his majestic eyes: "Tell me, what happened when your mother picked up a dead person from her mouth?"
Zhao Er was a very honest farmer, how could he know what was going on? He was immediately confused.
Zhao Erya quickly said: "Grandpa, when Xiao Wu and I went to the back mountain to collect firewood yesterday, we saw the injured Sister Yun at the bottom of the cliff. Sister Yun was still angry. She was really not dead! There were vultures circling in the sky at that time.
If we hadn't saved her then, she would have been torn into pieces by vultures and eaten!"