Author: cool beauty

Wu Julan came back from the field with a straw hat on her head and a hoe on her shoulder. Before she reached the door of her house, she found her daughter washing herself by the stream.

She thought Xiao Hong was washing clothes: "How hot it is now, wait until the sun goes down before washing..."

When she walked over, she saw a lot of pigs in the water. Her tone of shock changed: "What are you doing with these?"

Looking again, the white flowers in the big wooden basin next to it were flour. She seemed to see that her money had been wasted.

This damn kid, she couldn't control her hands and wanted to hit someone.

"Mom, my grandma taught me how to make braised meat." Xiao Hong also noticed that her mother was staring at the flour distressedly. How she fooled Xiao Fang before, she was fooling her now: "...Mom, don't worry. Tomorrow

We sell it for 80 cents and a pound a pound, so the supply will definitely exceed the demand."

Wu Julan was very worried after hearing this: What if it can't be sold?

To be honest, pig sewerage is cheap, and she has bought it and cooked it, but no matter how much she washes it, it still smells a bit.

It's okay to eat a few pieces to satisfy your cravings, but you can't eat much anyway.

Besides, she still wants to sell it so expensively, so even she would rather buy meat. Can she sell it now?

Although Wu Julan followed along and scrubbed, she was not optimistic about her daughter's business at all.

But now that the pigs have been bought, she can't return them, so she can only let her go.

If you can't sell it tomorrow, then send a small bowl to every house in the village.

After all, it’s such a hot day and their family can’t eat so much, so they can’t let it go rancid, right?

Xiao Hong listened to her mother's long and sad sighs while scrubbing, and she began to silently hope that she could sell everything tomorrow and let her know what she was capable of.

Moreover, if I can get off to a good start this time, I will have a say at home in the future.

Zhao Youqiang went to the He family's orchard today to help. He was also in charge of the food at noon and would not come back to eat. They took turns to have lunch, and the four mothers continued to clean up.

Wu Julan and the others watched Xiao Hong washing herself with flour and baking soda, feeling sorry for her for wasting good things.

Xiao Hong herself regretted tinkering with this thing to make money. It was really a waste of time and energy and polluted the air.

Whether it is pig intestines or pig lungs, they must be cleaned patiently.

Especially in this summer, she was worried that she would suffer from heatstroke.

I was busy until about three o'clock in the afternoon, and finally put everything away, cutting into pieces that needed to be cut into pieces, and cutting into sections that needed to be cut into pieces.

Fortunately, there are three pots in the earth stove in the countryside, and there must be a big pot among them.

This large pot is used to cook pig food in winter, or to boil water when killing pigs, and to braise pig heads after killing pigs.

Now they can also put their clean pigs into the water.

Xiao Hong found a piece of gauze to wrap the spices, and then poured in white wine and rice wine before slowly stewing them.

They were just starting to open fire when Mrs. Zhao came in with a repaired big rooster: "Fourth daughter-in-law, you cook the dishes and stew the chicken. Add more potatoes to it. Otherwise, there are too many people and the chopsticks will be full."

Already."

"Hey!" Wu Julan quickly took it, she was so excited that she didn't know what to say.

Is this the first time her mother-in-law has been so generous to her?

Xiao Hong's mouth was sweet: "Grandma, you are so kind to me. We bought more than three kilograms of pork belly. My stew is delicious. You and grandpa will eat more later."

Then he poured her a bowl of cold water: "My grandma was a chef for generations, so she taught me how to make pork belly soup, saying that it can nourish the stomach and replenish the weak. You can try my cooking later."

Mainly because she couldn't hide the smell of the pig's semen, so she planned to add a pork tripe soup in the evening to appease her own mother.

So that they don’t have to worry about whether they can sell their pigs.

Mrs. Zhao was very happy after hearing this: "Okay, then I will definitely eat more."

To be honest, it's no wonder that she is usually dissatisfied with her little daughter-in-law, and doesn't say a few nice words to her when she sees her, making herself look like an evil mother-in-law.

Even her little granddaughter doesn't like to get close to them, so how can she be in a good mood?

I didn't expect that Xiao Hong could talk. Even though I knew in my heart that she was just trying to coax him, I felt comfortable hearing these words.

The pork belly soup is cooked in a steel pot using a briquette stove, and the chicken and meat are stewed in the other two pots.

It was just after five o'clock in the afternoon, and the first to arrive were Mrs. Zhao's youngest daughter, Zhao Youzhen, and her family.

They rode two bicycles. As soon as they entered the door, Zhao Youzhen looked at Fan Xiaohong. After a few polite greetings, Mrs. Zhao took her outside to talk.

When Xiao Hong saw their family, he almost couldn't help but frown.

Zhao Youzhen is not yet forty. She is of medium height and a bit fat. Fortunately, she has fair skin and looks young.

She is a primary school teacher. She is wearing a light blue short-sleeved shirt and gray pants. She looks like a city girl.

Her daughter Yao Ruqing also looks like her mother, fair and fat.

But now they are very popular with looks like this, and they seem lucky.

But my younger uncle Yao Guangrong is like a second-rate boy. He is on the short side, at most 1.7 meters, and works as a salesperson in a towel factory.

After he entered the door, his bespectacled eyes meowed restlessly between Wu Julan and Xiao Hong and Xiao Fang.

After Zhao Youzhen and Yao Ruqing followed Mrs. Zhao outside, his eyes became even more unscrupulous, and he said with a playful smile: "Sister-in-law, these two daughters of yours are tall and graceful, how about I act as a matchmaker for them?"

Wu Julan was not enthusiastic towards him either, and said with a cold face: "No need, they are still young and still studying?"

"Girl, it would be good if you go to high school." Yao Guangrong raised his glasses with his hand: "It costs a lot of money to go to college now, and most people can't afford it. If they don't want to get married, then they can go to our factory.

Going to work?"

He boasted: "Just relying on my popularity in the factory, I can easily arrange for them to join the factory. Sisters like Tingting Feifei, didn't they just rely on my connections to get into the factory?"

Wu Julan thanked her perfunctorily: "Sorry for your trouble, but their sisters have good academic performance. As long as they can go to college, we will do whatever it takes to support them in going to college."

After that, he advised him: "It's hot in the kitchen, why don't you go sit outside first?"

She really didn't like her sister-in-law's man. A few years ago, when he came to visit her and she was the only one at home, he actually said some explicit words to her and wanted to touch her.

Fortunately, her man is back, otherwise she wouldn't dare think of what he would do to her.

But it was hard for her to tell her man about this kind of thing, and she didn't even dare to expose it, for fear of being gossiped about, and she would have to suffer the consequences of being dumb.

You know, in this palm-sized village, these things are the most talked about.

Yao Guangrong didn't want to go out: "It's okay, I'll talk to you."

Then he looked at Xiao Hong and said, "Your name is Xiao Hong, right? I'm your uncle, and I work as a sales director at a towel factory in town. If you don't want to study anymore, just come to me and I'll arrange a job for you."

Xiao Hong really hated the look in his eyes. In summer, her clothes were thin and it was hot in the kitchen. When she sweated, her clothes would stick to her body.

And his eyes were so lewd, if it weren't for the fact that driving him out would offend Mrs. Zhao, she would have wanted to take action.
Chapter completed!