Mrs. Xu looked at the empty wine jar in front of Liu Laozhu, and she didn't even add any food or drinks.
If it were to make her sad, she would go out and spend money instead of thinking about her children. At least she should drink peanuts with it.
Liu Laozhu seemed to have drunk too much, and muttered: "... After seeing the world for two days, he felt that he was from a big city when he opened a shop in the city. He had no other skills in the city, so he learned to ridicule his own father. He looked down on his old family members. We were all mud-legged people living in the ravines, and we were nothing in his eyes. I just wondered how a simple and unpretentious person like me could give birth to such a heartless child."
If you go to a brothel and don’t look at the girls, but just want to buy a chicken and go home, the happiest thing is to go to the cellar to count the food stored at home, not to drink too much wine, not to spend a penny frivolously, Liu Laozhu is indeed Unpretentious.
He had no hobbies in his life, and he rarely had good food or clothing.
He spends all his money on his children, his eldest daughter, his eldest son, and his youngest son.
Even though I am feeling wronged and suffering so much that my soles of my feet are cold and I have to urinate, the reason is still because of my eldest son.
But if the eldest son is so cruel to his own father, how can he expect to provide for him in his old age in the future? He was so aggrieved by doing thirteen moves in a hurry, what was he trying to do?
Liu Laozhu took advantage of the drunkenness, and the more he thought about it, the more he became angry and panicked.
Liu Laozhu had no choice but to wipe his tears in front of Mrs. Xu, and she cried with confidence after she closed the door tightly when she came in.
Then he cried and said: "I regret, why didn't I give him a big mouth just now? If it were someone else's father, he should have given him a few slaps and kicks to get out of here. That's what I arranged for him." .”
"Don't stop me, let's go, follow me, I'll tell him to get lost."
Mrs. Xu never stopped her from beginning to end, and there was no one else in the room: "..."
To be honest, if the virtues of the eldest son of the Liu family were the same as those of her family, she would have taken action a long time ago.
No matter who the parents brought back, even if they complained in their hearts, they had to hold it back for the sake of face, and this was a lack of face.
Do you think her family was poor back then? At that time, leaving a full table to eat stewed chicken and rice at home was not a big deal in modern times, but here in the countryside it was a big deal. Even in the 1970s and 1980s, it was still a big deal to show off. Said. But her daughter-in-law Yu Qiniang was obviously reluctant to give up, but she still smiled and asked the whole table to eat more. She believes that all three of her family can do it.
Mrs. Xu had already heard from the boys the general reason for the quarrel between the Liu family and his son.
After the boys learned what was going on, they remained silent for a while, saying that they didn't expect Uncle Li Zheng to suffer so much injustice because of that river. Also, the wasteland that was purchased was originally for the village. I wish that every penny I saved was also a promise I made to open the village committee for the first time, but no one understood it, and every step was difficult.
After saying that, he looked at her, hoping that she, the convener, would come to comfort her.
At that time, Mrs. Xu actually deserted her job, thinking: It would be great if her granddaughter followed the live broadcast to watch the quarrel. After the live broadcast of the quarrel, would it be better for the family to be involved in the live broadcast of leaving and looking for a store? It would be better if Liu Laozhu could beat his eldest son again as he said when he was drunk. The two of them would quarrel and rush together, hoping to get some reward money. What great material.
Isn't this better than sitting here and drinking? There was nothing she could do to persuade her.
Mrs. Xu didn't know that there was another episode. If that episode was broadcast live, it would be more exciting for the assistant to listen to it.
The boys in Erdaohe Village decided to keep their mouths shut like Xu Youcang, and would not learn from anyone how to use cigarette plugs or other things at home. That was something superficial people did.
"Okay, you're almost done. You can endure your sadness. You can go back and talk to my sister-in-law, not me. You will have to spend more money to buy wine. If you can't get up tomorrow morning, don't delay my business. Staying one more night means spending two extra cents."
Liu Laozhu stared with red eyes: ruthless.
There was a knock on the door, and Liu Laozhu quickly rubbed his snot from crying on the edge of the kang.
This is when the boys came back from eating noodles.
Tonight, Liu Laozhu spared no effort to give everyone a piece of silver so they could go out to eat. The fourth uncle's grandson packed back a wonton for Liu Laozhu.
The boy from the Sun family brought in a basin of hot water: "Uncle, scald your feet. It's really hot."
The other boys took Liu Laozhu's cloth shoes and the semi-wet clothes that everyone changed and went outside to wash them. They planned to put them on the kang to dry, and if they didn't dry out overnight, they would warm them up by the fire. This is also the reason why everyone has reserved a room, so that it is convenient to wash up.
Mrs. Xu looked at Liu Laozhu. The old guy was eating hot wontons with his feet in the hot water. Someone was washing his feet. His eye circles were red again.
Afraid of delaying the boys from wiping themselves and washing themselves, she turned around and left.
She would take her granddaughter and youngest son to sell the goods while the restaurants and brothels were bustling at night.
That night, they had a good harvest of jade ring noodles. The largest restaurant in Fucheng ignored them, and the second largest restaurant decided to deliver 200 kilograms of jade ring noodles in half a month.
Xu Youcang wrote down the restaurant's route and appearance. Unexpectedly, as soon as the Yuhuan Noodles made by my mother were sold, I heard the shopkeeper ask the chef: Quick, make ten bowls with chicken soup and send them to the private room upstairs.
Xu Youcang felt that he had gained experience. There were so many rich people outside.
It also made Mrs. Xu happy. Seeing that there were many rice stalls with stilts after the rain stopped, she insisted on treating her granddaughter and son to a stir-fry. They had not eaten seriously in more than half a month.
But this meal alone ended up being replaced by jujube cake.
Xu Tianxin followed the aroma of jujube cake and smelled it. Xu Youcang reached out to his mother to ask for money to buy snacks for his niece.
Xu Tianxin couldn't help but warm up the newly baked bad food. He opened the oil paper bag and took out a piece. While eating, he asked vaguely: "Hey, I will start spending money tomorrow. Will it not be enough to pay off Grandpa Li Zheng? I still need more." Buy some clothes for my aunt."
Her aunt is two o'clock, and she can tell when her clothes are half wet or too tight, and she needs two close-fitting clothes: "I saw that the store that sold snacks just now doesn't have Shaqima."
Shaqima was probably popularized after the Qing Dynasty, and it was first served to everyone.
Mrs. Xu stamped her feet and turned to look at her granddaughter.
Is this okay? Want to recruit and make money now?
But Xu Tianxin was not sure: "How about I ask my family?"
Mrs. Xu hurriedly stepped forward, covered her granddaughter's hair and said, "No need."
Regardless of whether this dynasty exists or not, these are all skills she has brought with her. She has made food for her granddaughter many times before: "Don't ask blindly, and it will make you smoke again. I will buy some ingredients and go back to the inn to make a sample. I can do it later." If you sell the prescription, you can exchange it for some silver. If you don't sell it for a high price, I'll leave it to you to eat."
Shaqima cannot be sold by transportation. You can only tell which dessert shop or restaurant tells you how to make it.
Xu Youcang ran back from the teahouse opposite after inquiring about the facilities of the brothel, only to find that my mother was no longer in a hurry.
After her granddaughter's suggestion, Mrs. Xu decided to take a walk to see what else she could sell if she got on the sedan and pierced her ears.
