It turns out that the Zhao family's daughter-in-law came to the Su family again today.
But she had a "legitimate reason" for coming this time - she brought a carved pine box and asked Su Guangfu to repair it and let her son pick it up later.
In addition to farming, Su Guangfu also does various carpentry jobs, such as building tables and repairing cabinets.
But Su Guangfu was not the only one who took on carpentry work in the village, and the Zhao family's daughter-in-law had never asked Su Guangfu to do carpentry work.
In addition, by asking his son to retrieve the things, not only Su Guangfu, Yang and Su Qingluan could see what the Zhao family's daughter-in-law had planned, but even the child Su Xuanhe vaguely felt that something was wrong.
As for little girl Su Xueyan...
"I don't want to deal with her!"
The little girl holds a lot of grudges.
"Humph, you can't do it yourself, so you want to start from your son?" Yang snorted coldly.
Suddenly, as if she remembered something, she hurriedly took Su Qingluan's hand and said anxiously: "Da Ya, the son of the Zhao family, called Zhao Tianbao, don't look at him because he looks fair and elegant, but in fact he is a drunkard. He’s unreliable!”
"ah?"
Su Qingluan was a little confused: From A Niang's tone, why did she think she could like Zhao Tianbao?
She was stunned, but Yang misunderstood something, and she quickly said: "Mom, I know that Da Ya is capable, and Da Ya, an ordinary farmer, doesn't like it, but the son of the Zhao family is just an empty show. If you want to If you really like being gentle, then why not be better than Mr. Mu..."
"Ahem!" Su Guangfu coughed heavily, "Can we actually imagine such immortal figures as Mr. Mu?!"
"I, I just said that..." Yang also realized that she had made a mistake, "At least Mr. Mu is not a random person..."
"Mom..." Su Qingluan was speechless: What kind of messy things is my mother thinking about? Why is it related to that "Mr. Mu" again? She doesn't know him at all...
"No matter what!" Yang held Su Qingluan's hand tightly, with a very serious expression, "When looking for a man, you still have to be honest and sincere, and you will feel sorry for him. You can't just focus on the good looks!"
"..."
Su Qingluan looked at Su Guangfu from the corner of his eye, who was still handsome and upright despite his dark complexion and weathered face, and silently complained in his heart: Auntie, your words are not convincing...
"Don't worry, Auntie," Su Qingluan was dumbfounded by Yang's solemn attitude, "My daughter still has a lot of things to be busy with, and she has never considered getting married!"
So she won't fall in love with anyone!
Her sweetheart only has money, money, money!
Well, it is a veritable "silver in my heart".
However, we can take this opportunity to make Zhao Tianbao "retreat from difficulties."
After thinking about it, she waited until her parents had entered the house, then waved to Su Xuanhe alone: "Come here, sister, I want to ask you a question."
Although Su Xuanhe didn't know why, he still followed.
"Let me ask you, do you like the Zhao family?"
"Of course I don't like it!" Su Xuanhe snorted, "The family said bad things about A Niang and San Ya!"
After thinking about it, he glanced at Su Qingluan quickly and added in a low voice: "I... also said bad things about you."
Su Qingluan smiled and rubbed his face: "I don't like it either, so I want to scare that Zhao family son away."
"Scared away?"
"Yes, I heard that the son of our family is very timid. In this case, he must not like women who are strong, aggressive and unreasonable! So later we..."
Su Xuanhe actually didn't fully understand the meaning of Sister's words, but he probably understood that Sister wanted to cooperate in a scene to scare the Zhao boy away.
"Are you afraid that you might be a little wronged by that time?"
Su Xuanhe's chest puffed up: "I...I'm a man! I'm not afraid!"
Su Qingluan smiled and rubbed Su Xuanhe's head again: "Good brother, I will reward you with chicken tonight!"
"...It's not a reward..."
"ah?"
"It's obviously because an old hen stopped laying eggs that you and your parents agreed to eat chicken tonight!" Su Xuanhe ruthlessly exposed Su Qingluan's shameful intention to borrow flowers to offer to Buddha.
"Ah hahaha, don't worry about these details, the chicken is delicious anyway..." Su Qingluan laughed, trying to get through.
"Hmph!" said kid Su Erzhuang, not wanting to argue with some scheming adults.
Since he said he would eat chicken at night, Su Qingluan asked Yang for a short knife, then turned around and went to the chicken shed to catch chickens and kill them.
Although the Su family's chickens have a chicken shed, they are usually allowed to roam freely in the yard and are only kept back at night.
Therefore, the Su family's chickens, whether roosters or laying hens, are flexible and fierce.
In particular, Su Qingluan traveled through time not long ago and did not go in or out of the chicken shed for a lot of time, so the chickens were very wary of her.
Even though the target chicken was an old hen, it was still very fierce. Seeing that Su Qingluan was coming to catch it, it not only jumped up and down, but also pecked Su Qingluan when he got the chance.
Although Su Qingluan had killed chickens before, he had never seen one so ferocious.
In order to avoid being pecked by the hen, she had to dodge left and right. For a moment, she felt as if she had become a martial arts master, dodging and jumping around, fighting wits and courage with the chicken opposite her.
Finally, the "human-chicken" war came to an end. The hen was held in Su Qingluan's hands with its wings clipped behind her back using a fighting pendulum.
Su Qingluan himself was exhausted and gasped: "Okay, I've caught you!"
Because Mr. Yang said that the chicken blood should be kept to ward off evil spirits, Su Qingluan took a porcelain bowl with a corner missing and put it in front of her eyes. She held the chicken wings in one hand and wiped the hen's neck with the other.
However, Su Qingluan forgot that she was only thirteen years old now and had just consumed a lot of physical energy. She was not able to subdue the wild and untamable chicken with one hand like she had in her previous life.
What's more, the knife in his hand is far less sharp than a modern stainless steel knife.
Due to the accumulation of these many differences, although Su Qingluan broke the chicken's neck quickly and easily, the chicken under his hand did not immediately become obedient, but instead fluttered like a dying struggle——
"Fuck me!" Su Qingluan couldn't help but burst out with a national quintessence sentence.
Because of the chicken's death struggle, not much of the blood spattered from the chicken's neck fell into the bowl, but all of it was poured all over Su Qingluan's head.
To make matters worse, Su Qingluan felt the smelly chicken blood flowing down his forehead and into his left eye, causing stinging pain.
She barely looked at the road with one eye and walked towards the front yard, shouting: "Dad, Mom, can someone get me a sweat towel so I can wipe my eyes..."
"Da Ya, what's wrong with you?" Su Guangfu was standing in the front yard.
Su Qingluan vaguely saw someone else opposite him.
But before she could see clearly, she heard the man say a somewhat broken voice, "Junior, farewell!" As if being chased by an evil spirit, he ran away in a crawl.
"..." Su Qingluan said she was confused: What happened?
