Chapter 10 A play by Liu Jiaoqiao

Jing'er was lying next to the window when she saw a sneaky figure walking out. Judging from her figure, she didn't look like a petite and delicate girl, but more like a strong man seven feet tall.

OMG!

On weekdays, my sister-in-law is very serious and has her own opinions.

But Jing'er believed that her sister-in-law would never do something like stealing from a man.

Not long after, a kerosene lamp lit up in Tu Yin's house across from them. Tu Yin's graceful figure was reflected on the door and window, and she was taking off her clothes.

If you don't sleep at night, what clothes should you change when you get up?

Jing'er Mao moved her hands and feet across Tu Lei's sleeping body, wanting to get off the kang to prove her sister-in-law's innocence.

The "snap bang bang" sounds were the sound of books being thrown down from Tu Dian's room. It was so late and he didn't sleep either.

Thinking of what happened these days, Jing'er immediately went back to bed. How dare she be curious about what's going on outside?

She still has a lot of things to do tomorrow morning.

At dawn, Jing'er had already gotten up and went to the kitchen to prepare the family's breakfast, which was white and thick rice porridge.

As soon as the water boils, pour the washed rice into the pot and stir it from time to time to prevent the rice from sinking to the bottom and burning.

This pot looks like it has been around for a long time. There are traces of time on it. It is uneven and the pits are yellow and black.

Those are spots that cannot be scrubbed away even with great efforts. They are not beautiful but are warm.

Many people want to have such a big pot that can hold an adult, but they may not have the money to buy it.

Looking at the kitchen, there are all the pots and pans available, there is no shortage of firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea, and the family members are harmonious. There is nothing wrong with saying that the Tu family is a good place to get married.

Jing'er Niang cried and wanted to marry her daughter off, and she also took a fancy to these things.

"The old guy can't teach his grandson to learn well!"

The white porridge is served, sweet and thick.

Jing'er followed the order, first serving a full bowl of porridge to her mother-in-law, then to her quiet father-in-law, and then to her husband and herself.

After all, it was nothing for her as a sister-in-law to help her brother-in-law and sister-in-law make bowls of porridge.

However, both Tu Dian and Tu Yin looked bad, and without asking anyone, they grabbed the bowls and chopsticks and ate ahead. After only a few mouthfuls of the boiling white porridge, the two of them had already finished three bowls.

Tu Yin didn't eat last night. It's normal to eat more if she's hungry.

Tu Dian was not the case. He slapped his lips and said, "Sister-in-law, please add more water to the porridge in the future. It's too thick to eat."

"Mom said, you need to put three bowls of rice in the porridge, and the water can only go through...?"

"You're a prodigal, I usually put a bowl and a half of rice so that your housekeeper can eat all the food in the house. How fat have you become!"

Mrs. Hu and the fried hen were cursing loudly as usual. The first thing they did when they woke up was to curse Grandma Liu and the others, and even most of the villagers greeted them.

Mrs. Hu, who had taken the medicine, not only denied what she had said, but also quickly took the porridge from Jing'er's hand that she had just taken a bite of.

"Mom, I...?"

"Okay, okay, you will do whatever mom says."

"but I……?"

"No, I'll give you my porridge."

Tu Lei smiled and did Tai Chi.

In order to keep his ears clean, he didn't mind eating less.

However, before Tu Lei's bowl was handed over to Jing'er, he heard Mrs. Hu yelling: "Eat, eat, eat! My man has to work in the fields, how thin has he become? Are you still fighting for a porridge with him? You

If you take less than two bites, you won’t starve to death!”

How could Tu Lei have the courage to share his porridge with Jing'er under Hu's watchful eye?

Jing'er touched her empty belly and saw no fat. How could she be considered fat?

"Still sitting? Don't you look at the sky? The sun is shining brightly? Why don't you go out to dry the straw? You will choose a time to get married. The farm work in the fields is all done, so your delicate hands can't be hurt."

Mrs. Hu's nagging made people upset and angry, and everyone's face looked extremely ugly.

The first person to bear the brunt was Tu Yin, who stood up like a rebel and shouted: "Mom, can you stop being so nagging? I listen to you reciting sutras every day, and now I don't even have the nerve to say hello to Grandma Liu when I see her. You still think it's a good thing? How much?

Are people talking about our ugly appearance behind our backs?"

"Ha, it's a strange thing in the world. A person who relies on me to fill his stomach still has the nerve to point at me and scold me?"

"My daughter isn't scolding you, is she...?"

Even though she knew she couldn't reason with her mother, Tu Yin still developed a stubborn courage and refused to admit defeat.

Even though Jing'er was used to being obedient, she couldn't help but give her sister-in-law a thumbs up when she saw it.

"Mom, we can't take care of our inner self and lose face...?"

"Who do you think you are? Do you have a place to talk? Get out!"

Mrs. Hu winked at her eldest son Tu Lei, and like a filial son, Tu Lei pushed Jing'er out of the main room, half dragging and half pulling her, and ruthlessly closed the door.

What does it mean?

"Bang bang bang bang" Jing'er banged the door loudly, opened her mouth and shouted: "Mom, mom? Mr. sir? Mr. sir, please open the door for me, I... can't I stop talking!"

The dull sound of "dong" was from someone inside using a stool to hit the door with great force.

Jing'er was so frightened by this unusual movement that she suspected that she might be kicked out of Tu's house because of public outrage.

She didn't dare to stay at home, she rushed to the pasture to work as if she was running away, and didn't stay for a moment.

In the huge pasture, not only her family's haystacks are piled here, but all the people in the village who have land for farming put straw and corn stalks here.

Unlike other straws that are yellow, green and watery, Tu's straw has dried up and changed its shape, so you can light it up if you carry it back.

Jing'er rushed to the pasture and felt a headache when she saw three or four piles of straw taller than a person.

One person cannot do this job.

After she walked around the haystack, she suddenly discovered that someone had dug a hole in the haystack on the right, as if someone had stolen the grass.

"That's so annoying. What does that slut think she is? Wants to use me as a weapon? I won't be fooled." Listening to this soft voice, it was Mrs. Liu, the daughter-in-law of Mrs. Shi's family at the entrance of the village.

Mr. Liu is over 20 years old, two or three years older than Jing'er, and still has no children.

People in the village talked among themselves, saying that she was a hen that couldn't lay eggs.

"Ouch, there's something even more outrageous. The year before last, when my son was having a birthday party, that thief woman blatantly took some of people's food and said that others might not eat it, leaving it to be wasted. It sounds like a good thing, but those few tables

My relatives all went back hungry afterwards. Because of this, my family had to smile a lot."

The one who speaks in a rough manner but pretends to be coquettish is Mrs. Jiao, a scholar from the village.

Standing side by side with Mrs. Jiao is Mr. Qiao, who is bored in front of others and doesn't like the excitement.

Mrs. Qiao worriedly said: "She asked us to go find Grandma Liu to cause trouble. If we don't go, will she scold us?"

Grandma Liu?

Before Jing'er could come out to scare them and join in the fun, she heard them talking about Grandma Liu, which made her shrink back behind the haystack.

Three women, one drama.

She would like to hear other people's rights and wrongs, is it sweet or not?

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Chapter completed!