Zheng Ping stepped on the snow and returned to Daokou Village.
A small house at the entrance of the village is Zheng Ping's house.
The cultivated land in Daokou Village is all at the back of the village. The one closest to the water and the terrace is the first to get the moon. The village chief's house is closest to the cultivated land, and Zheng Ping's house is the farthest.
When he raised his head, he saw smoke rising from the chimney at home. Zheng Ping's expression changed greatly.
"How is that possible?! Could it be that something went wrong!"
Zheng Ping became confused when he was concerned and strode home.
"Mother! Mother! It's you...you, why are you here?!"
In the poor house, apart from a bed, there is a stove, which can be seen at a glance.
There was my mother lying on the bed, but the figure in front of the stove seemed very abrupt.
The graceful and plump back is dressed in brocade, which is incompatible with the poor tones of Zheng Ping's home.
"Ping'er, mom is here. How old are you? It's not shameful to look for mom every day after leaving her~"
Zheng Ping's old mother was half paralyzed on the bed, half leaning against the wall. She looked like an ordinary old peasant woman, but her eyebrows had an extraordinarily kind and calm look.
It is unimaginable that a woman who has experienced all the suffering in the world can still have such light in her eyes?
"Zheng Ping, you are back."
Zheng Ping's heart was pounding as he watched the figure stand up and turn around. This woman was Aunt Li's daughter, Xiujuan, whom she had just met at the entrance of the village.
Wu Xiujuan and Zheng Ping were childhood sweethearts and the most promising daughter-in-law of Zheng Ping's mother. Even though Zheng Ping was very popular at the time, she never considered others.
However, I don’t know what the operation was, Aunt Li was pushing and blocking her, and within a few days, she sent her daughter to the bed of the master of Anqing County.
The childhood sweetheart who grew up became the wife of the county lord...
"Xiujuan, why are you here?"
Zheng Ping stood there awkwardly. He wanted to cover it up with that exaggerated expression, but he couldn't make such an expression when facing the second most beloved woman in the world.
Mrs. Hu looked at her son from left to right on the bed and Xiujuan from right, with a happy face. It seemed that these two people were right for each other.
"I haven't seen Aunt Hu for a long time. I was thinking a lot about the county, so I took some things to look at."
Xiujuan glanced at the corner of the house, and Zheng Ping noticed that the corner was filled with winter food.
"What a shame, I'll give you money!"
Zheng Ping quickly took out the pension money he received from the county. Xiujuan frowned and pressed Zheng Ping's hand, touched it and immediately kept her distance.
"Brother, don't do this."
"oh..."
Wu Xiujuan is no longer the little tail behind Zheng Ping, but the wife of the county master. Even though she is a small village girl, after being in power for a long time, her words are unconsciously dignified.
"Brother~" Xiujuan realized that she had said something harsh and laughed quickly, "Thankfully I came today. I just got home. All the firewood in the house was burned out. It was as cold as outside.
Are you going to freeze my Aunt Hu? "
Zheng Ping looked at Wu Xiujuan gratefully, "Sister Juan, thank you very much."
"How can we thank you~" Wu Xiujuan rolled up her sleeves, revealing her white and tender forearms, "Brother, you can take care of my aunt, and I'll get some food."
"This...this is not good..."
"What's wrong, Ping'er, come and talk to mother."
Mrs. Hu had an expression on her face that she had seen through but didn't say anything. She lay in bed all day. How could she normally watch this show?
"Oh, mother!"
Zheng Ping walked to his mother, sat down on the bed, stretched out his hand into the shape of a palm, slipped through the seam of the quilt and reached in.
Zheng Ping let out a sigh of relief when he touched the quilt and it was warm.
"Mom, you are lying down, why are you sitting?"
Before Mrs. Hu could say anything, Xiujuan, who was pouring vegetables at the other end, said,
"Brother, you can't let Aunt Hu lie down all the time. Have you not taken Aunt Hu out to bask in the sun recently?"
"Well, I think it's getting cold, so it's better to stay at home and don't freeze my mother."
"That's not possible. It's okay to let Aunt Hu move more, otherwise she will get bedsores if she lies down for a long time.
Even if you don’t carry it out, at least let Aunt Hu sit for a while at home~"
Zheng Ping was a little lost. Xiujuan's presence immediately made the cabin more lively.
Xiujuan's advice is like a couple living together,
This should be everything that belongs to me.
Even if Zheng Ping no longer wants to regret it, the appearance of Xiujuan still makes Zheng Ping feel confused, and all kinds of thoughts are growing like weeds.
"Brother, did you hear that?"
"Oh! Oh, I heard it!" Zheng Ping came back to his senses and responded.
"You have to remember~"
"Um!"
A quarter of an hour later, Zheng Ping took out a small stool from under the bed and propped it up in front of my mother's bed.
Normally, I eat in bed, and I never have a meal, so there is no such thing as eating at the table.
But today Xiujuan is here, so she can only use this broken stool to temporarily replace the dining table.
There were two dishes placed on the small stool, completely occupying the stool.
A dish of fried cabbage, a dish of Dongpo pork, and rice porridge in the pot on the stove. Xiujuan would serve whoever was not full.
Smelling the aroma of meat, Zheng Ping's stomach growled unsatisfactorily.
I don’t have any rice at home, so where can I get the meat? No need to think about it, Xiujuan brought this too.
"Eat quickly~"
Xiujuan looked very excited, as if having a family of three sitting here to eat was something she had been looking forward to.
"Sister Juan..."
Wu Xiujuan pretended to be angry and said,
"Brother, it's time to eat. Stop saying thank you to me!"
"Okay, okay."
Zheng Ping helped his wife fill the bowl with cabbage and Dongpo pork. After cooling it, he gave it to his wife. After struggling for a long time, he sat down to eat.
Xiujuan held her chin up and looked at Zheng Ping, her eyes flashing. Xiujuan thought to herself,
Brother, do you believe it?
Sometimes, in just a moment, your destiny will change drastically, even catching you off guard.
This moment is so short that you think you can even go back, but there is nothing you can go back.
"Xiujuan, what are you doing? Let's eat!"
Zheng Ping picked up the firmest piece of meat and put it into Xiujuan's bowl.
"Brother, we can't farm in this winter. What have you been busy with recently?"
Hearing this, Zheng Ping almost choked on his rice, coughed twice and said,
"Me, I help teach children in the county and I can make some money."
"Brother, you lied to me."
"Forehead...."
"In the past few years, you could still teach children to read and enlighten, but after Your Highness Shengsun popularized literacy, people can teach children to read and enlighten themselves, so no one will hire you.
Coupled with the reform of the imperial examinations promoted in the past two years, no one can learn what you know.
elder brother...."
Wu Xiujuan bit her lip, but she didn't say what she wanted to say.
In fact, there was a handyman job in the county government office, and many people were watching it jealously. Wu Xiujuan wanted to leave it to Zheng Ping,
At least Zheng Ping and Aunt Hu can have money to eat.
However, when she sat in front of Zheng Pingping, Wu Xiujuan could not say anything.
It’s not just Zheng Ping’s pride that prevents him from doing this job,
Xiujuan also didn't want the once shining man to be reduced to being introduced by herself as a handyman.
What's more, Wu Xiujuan had to serve the county magistrate in exchange for this job.
Zheng Ping quickly grabbed two large bowls of porridge to cover up his embarrassment.
"Xiujuan, I'll find a job tomorrow, so you don't have to worry."
"real?"
Wu Xiujuan stared into Zheng Ping's eyes, and Zheng Ping nodded heavily.
"real!"
Wu Xiujuan lowered her head, her eyes full of heartache. Aunt Hu was bedridden at home, so Zheng Ping couldn't stay too far away from home, and couldn't work for too long.
Therefore, in addition to farming, Zheng Ping could only do some casual labor.
Although in this era, as long as you are willing to work, you can make a living, there are definitely no good jobs waiting for Zheng Ping.
You still have time to spare, you still have to make money, and you still have to be close to home. Where does this good thing come from?
