The third grandma stared at Jin Qing with somewhat turbid eyes. Years of habit made her unable to help but lecture Jin Qing: "It's really against the rules for a girl to just lie down on someone else's window."
Jin Qing tilted her head and looked at the old lady with a mean look, and her mood suddenly improved a lot: "Fuck you."
Third Grandma: "..." It's over, I'm out of breath again.
Seeing that Jin Qing was about to confront the third mistress again, Chen Xiangling hurriedly said: "We, a group of women, all tend to a vegetable garden and eight acres of land, and there are only some cabbage and sweet potatoes in the cellar. If you don't mind, I will Now I’m going to cook it for you.”
She could only promise to give Jin Qing whatever food she had at home, but no matter how much food she had, she wouldn't have it.
Hearing this, Jin Qing nodded and said, "I have brought three pigs. You can roast them by the way."
Chen Xiangling twitched her fingers slightly: Three pigs, are they eating so luxuriously?
Knowing that she couldn't cook so much food, Chen Xiangling hurriedly put on a thick coat and went out to ask for help.
Jin Qing and the third grandma stared at each other in the room.
The third grandma was originally a well-behaved person, so naturally she looked down on Jin Qing's style.
Seeing Jin Qing sitting on the window sill picking her fingers, the third grandma finally couldn't help it: "What are you looking at?"
707 secretly fanned the flames in Jin Qing's consciousness: "Host, please tell her what you are doing."
Generally speaking, the provocation rate of this sentence is as high as 100%.
Jin Qing chuckled: "If I really want to fight, I'll use beep."
707: "..." That makes sense.
After successfully driving 707 away, Jin Qing tilted her head and looked at the third grandma: "I think your quilt is pretty good."
The third grandmother was slightly startled: "Wha, what!"
Being the soul of a clan means that you can get more than others.
Just like the third grandmother, in addition to the monthly food supply, the clan will make four sets of clothes and two sets of bedding for her every year.
The patriarch used this method to let other widowed women see how many benefits they could gain by becoming a virgin.
But the premise is that they have to survive forty years to earn glory for the clan.
At this time in the past, the third grandmother had gone to bed long ago.
But what surprised everyone was that it was already late at night, but the third grandma was still standing in the yard wearing a pair of underwear and leaning on a cane.
Seeing the third grandma's gloomy face, the women fell silent one after another.
They knew how much the Third Grandma disliked Wu Xingniang.
I'm afraid they are not trying to stop them from helping Wu Xingniang make food by acting like this now.
But this matter was arranged by Xiang Ling, and the third grandma didn't say anything, so should they continue working, or stop and wait for the third grandma's instructions.
Just as she was thinking about it, she saw Xiang Ling approaching Third Grandma: "Third Grandma, are you planning to scold Wu Xingniang in the yard?"
She remembered clearly what Third Grandma had confided to her before.
She just didn't expect it to start so soon, which made her a little nervous.
She had never acted before.
The third grandma's face trembled. She wanted to speak but held back. She stood alone in the courtyard.
She was scolding someone, she was kicked out, okay?
Wu Xingniang definitely had something wrong with her brain. After praising her quilt, she praised her pillow, and then praised her kang.
Until she was embarrassed to praise her and wanted to respond, Wu Xingniang suddenly reached out and threw her out of the window.
After that, she stood here.
Wu Xingniang's deep voice still echoed in my ears: "Everything is very good. You can go and leave the kang."
The third grandma felt her heart tightening.
At this time, after listening to Chen Xiangling's words, the third grandmother felt that her heart was filled with pain.
After taking two deep breaths, the third grandma told Xiang Ling: "Ask them to bring all the dry firewood branches. There is also a big pot in the firewood room, and bring it with them. Let's start a fire in the yard."
Xiangling responded and was just about to leave when she heard the third grandma continue: "Tell them, just use the salt I dried a few days ago to wash the pig intestines. Add more water when stewing the meat, and everyone will follow suit." Meaty."
City people may think that pig intestines are dirty and eat less, but country people don't have so many scruples.
Every piece of meat on the pig is good to them, it just needs to be washed a few times.
Xiang Ling nodded repeatedly while listening: "Okay."
After explaining everything, the third grandma waved her hand to Xiang Ling: "Go, go get busy."
Walk faster, she wants to cry alone.
Xiang Ling nodded slightly in response, and then asked tentatively: "Third Grandma, what about the acting."
Holding the crutch in her hand tightly, the third grandma said with a hint of sharpness in her voice: "Go quickly."
Don't stay here and get hurt.
Xiang Ling: "..." Why did the third grandma's expression suddenly become so ferocious.
Jin Qing wrapped herself in a quilt, sat on the kang and looked out lazily.
For some reason, she always felt that this action was very familiar, as if she had seen someone do it before.
Smelling the aroma of meat coming from outside, Jin Qing's consciousness gradually blurred.
In a trance, she seemed to see an old man with a fish tail and an old woman making a bleating sound, sitting by the window talking to her.
Suddenly, Jin Qing felt a little heavy on her legs. When she subconsciously looked down, she was instantly startled awake.
His heart was still beating fast, and even had a tendency to jump out of his throat.
Jin Qing gasped for air, looked up into the distance, and finally calmed down when he saw a group of busy women.
Damn it, she had a nightmare.
707 also found it very strange: "Host, what did you dream about just now?"
Its host actually still has nightmares. Why doesn't it know that its host is afraid of something else?
Jin Qing's voice was trembling: "I didn't dream about anything."
It was so terrible that she actually dreamed about all the political principles, thoughts and morals.
The most terrifying thing is that these books have arms and legs, grabbing her legs, crying and calling her mother...
Recalling that dream, the hairs on the back of Jin Qing's neck stood up. It was a kind of fear that came from the soul.
Sensing Jin Qing's increasingly ugly expression, 707's voice also became cautious: "Host, are you okay?"
Jin Qing's teeth couldn't help but chatter up and down, but he didn't show any timidity on his lips: "I'm so good."
707: "..." I really didn't see it.
That night, it was not only the Third Grandma's courtyard that was noisy, but also the patriarch's courtyard.
Li Yuehua was kneeling in the middle of the yard, and next to her squatted Wu Laoer, who looked guilty.
The clan leader and the elders in the village sat in a row, looking at Wu Laoer with hateful eyes.
The patriarch tapped the ground hard with the crutch in his hand: "Second brother, you are the head of the family, you must give us an explanation for this matter today."
Wu Laoer had obviously lost his ability to think. He kept banging his head with his hands and self-examination in a hoarse voice: "It's all my fault. It's all my fault. I didn't raise a good daughter. Why?" The family has discredited..."
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