"That's enough, the second child's family, she just said it casually." Old Mrs. Zhu was obviously biased towards Xiao Zhao, and she said that Chen was making a fuss out of a molehill.
"Mom, why do you say that? This is not a trivial matter. How can any of my own family members slander my own family members like this! My son is still young and cannot bear the trouble." Mrs. Zhao immediately stood up to retort, guarding Zhu Ping'an like a hen protecting her cubs.
"Second sister-in-law, why are you talking to mother like this?" Xiao Zhao changed the subject and began to accuse Chen of disrespecting Mrs. Zhu.
"You will fan the flames!" Ms. Chen looked at Mr. Zhao and sneered, her eyes filled with contempt.
"That's enough, it's important to have a meal." Mr. Zhu banged his pipe on the table hard and glared at his second son and youngest son, meaning that they should take good care of their wives and avoid having to eat. The food is not stable either.
Zhu Shouyi obediently stretched out his hand to pull Chen and asked her to sit down and eat. Although Chen looked unhappy, she still sat down to honor her husband.
"Dad, I am doing this for the best for our family. If we are possessed by an evil spirit and it brings bad luck to our family, it will be very tragic." Little Zhao knew how to act carefully, not only giving Mr. Zhu face, but also holding on to the evil spirit. Don't talk about it.
"Fuck your mother!" When Mrs. Chen saw that Xiao Zhao was still unwilling to give up, she became angry and wanted to go up and scratch her.
"Every penny has to be weighed, it's really insulting to politeness." His uncle looked aloof and aloof, shook his sleeves and sighed.
The eldest aunt watched it with great interest and did not dissuade her. She was still working hard to cultivate the demeanor of everyone's ladies. She thought that one day her husband would be a scholar, and she would be a scholar's wife. If her husband won the imperial examination again, she would be an official wife. No matter what, you have to develop a whole-body style. Seeing his two younger brothers and sisters being noisy and noisy without any image, I felt more and more superior and dignified.
However, Zhu Ping'an was scornful of his eldest aunt. If she were a lady, these words would have put an end to the dispute long ago, instead of being a joke like her eldest aunt.
But looking at his grandfather's dark face, Zhu Ping'an felt that it was not a good sign if things continued like this. After all, this was the era of feudal patriarchy. If you had a reputation for being unfilial, you would be stabbed in the back in the village.
"Mom, fourth aunt, what's wrong with you?" Zhu Ping'an finished washing his hands, walked to his mother on his short legs, and asked curiously with his chubby little face raised.
Being so cute and polite, greeting the fourth aunt cordially, made the fourth aunt who was slandering Zhu Pingan just now a little embarrassed.
"Your fourth aunt said you were possessed by evil spirits." Ms. Chen glared at Mr. Zhao and said angrily.
"Mom, what is evil?" Zhu Ping'an asked like a curious baby.
So, Mrs. Chen glared at Xiao Zhao again.
The old man also turned his attention to Xiao Zhao, feeling a little dissatisfied. Xiao Zhao's face turned a little pale, and she felt that she was making a fuss out of a molehill, but she still couldn't let go. She bent down to coax Zhu Ping'an and asked, "Xie'er, aunt asked you, why have you started washing your hands recently?"
Zhu Ping'an is not a real five-year-old child, so naturally he will not let his words reveal any clues for her to catch. He ran to Mrs. Chen's arms with his little body, leaned against him comfortably, and looked at the little boy with big eyes full of innocence. Ms. Zhao said, "Last time She'er got sick, the old man with a white beard who treated She'er said that She'er had a stomachache because she ate stuff with dirty hands. She didn't want to take the bitter medicine, so she gave him the medicine. I told you to wash your hands before eating."
Although it is shameful to act cute and ridiculous to pretend to be young, but a five-year-old brat, why don't you try to mature yourself? Tired of living! I want to do barbecue to speak for myself (with salt)!
When talking about the old man with the white beard, Zhu Pingan looked at everyone's expressions without leaving a trace. Everyone was basically convinced. You must know that Zhu Pingan has also done his homework. This old man with the white beard is not a simple person. He is a well-known doctor in the county. He rarely makes medical appointments, and even if he does, he only treats high-ranking officials. The last time he treated Zhu Ping'an was a complete coincidence. On the way to visit a friend, he happened to pass by and saw the Zhu family in a panic, and he couldn't bear it, so he took action.
"Okay, that's it for now. No one should mention anything about being possessed by evil spirits or the like in the future. They are all good children and grandchildren of my Zhu family. If I hear any bad rumors outside about my family, don't Blame me for violating the ancestral law!" Mr. Zhu was still able to distinguish the important from the important and did not let his daughters-in-law quarrel endlessly. He ended the dispute between the daughters-in-law with a timely slap on the table.
It has been the consensus of people since ancient times that everything will be prosperous if the family is in harmony. If rumors of evil are spread within the family, it will be very bad for the rest of the family. Mr. Zhu has been working hard for the prosperity of the family since he was young. He tightened his belt to send his eldest son to study for this purpose. He hopes that the family will prosper in his hands day and night, but he does not allow problems within the family.
The dispute ceased, and the old man put down his pipe and used his chopsticks.
Mr. Zhu moved the chopsticks for the first time, and then the Zhu family started dinner. It was very characteristic of ancient feudal patriarchy. It had been more than ten days, and Zhu Pingan was no longer surprised by this. The only thing that is still difficult to accept is the food on the table. The so-called dishes are boiled with salt or steamed with salt. In my impression, stir-fry seems to have become popular after the method of extracting vegetable oil was introduced in the mid-Qing Dynasty. Now stir-fry should have Qian's patent, farmers are reluctant to use animal oil for cooking. The staple food is steamed buns made from grains, mixed with some wild vegetables. The color is weird and the taste is not good. It takes a long time to swallow it. The taste of the porridge is acceptable, but it is too thin and it can show off my fat face. .
There is a quota for eating at the dinner table, and this amount is controlled by Mrs. Zhu. Men get two pancakes, and women and children only have one. The porridge is also differentiated. The ones in front of men are all thick, and those in front of women and children are It's soup.
My grandmother, Mrs. Zhu, is also partial, and she treats them differently when dividing noodles and porridge. The eldest uncle and fourth uncle's family all get larger ones, while her own family and third uncle's family all get smaller ones, and uncle Zhu's family gets smaller ones. There will be three cakes, the reason is that he has to study and use his brain. There are many examples of partiality like this. For dishes that are not often cooked, such as scrambled eggs, Mrs. Zhu would always share them with her uncle and fourth uncle.
Especially today, I don’t know whether it was to compensate or for some other reason, but grandma would bring scrambled eggs to the fourth uncle and the fourth aunt from time to time. The fourth aunt also showed off to her mother, Chen, intentionally or unintentionally, and in the end, she was so teased that she almost bit her. . The entire dinner table was tense, the wind was rumbling, and the world was not at peace.
I remember that when he first came here, Zhu Pingan tried to pick up eggs, but his grandmother blocked them with chopsticks, saying that eggs were for adults to replenish their bodies and they were tired from work, but Zhu Pingan had not yet seen his grandmother share the eggs with his father. .
Every family has its own scriptures that are difficult to recite.
Not having enough to eat and not eating well are definitely fatal punishments for foodies.
After all, Zhu Ping'an is a person with a mental age of more than 20 years old, so he can still bear it. He just looks at the little loli Yu'er in the arms of the third aunt, biting her fingers and staring at the eggs with big watery eyes. I can't bear it anymore.
Mother Chen, the third aunt, the eldest aunt and the fourth aunt often have disputes at the dinner table for various reasons, such as taking the same cake, the same dish, etc. In short, at the dinner table It’s just that you can’t be quiet.
In fact, many conflicts in the family can be attributed to one word, poverty. If you have a fortune, you will not have conflicts over these trivial matters. As the saying goes, a poor person has short ambitions, while a thin horse has long hair.
However, looking at my little arms and legs, it is extremely difficult to get rich. Many experiences from my previous life are difficult to apply here. Moreover, my major is ancient Chinese literature, and I am not familiar with inventions such as glass making. I am not even proficient in life skills such as cooking and cooking in the girl's time travel novel. Of course, this does not mean that I am useless. I have at least several hundred years of experience, common sense and knowledge of ancient Chinese. Getting rich is a long way to go, but it is not far away. Out of reach.
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