"That's not just for the Zhou family. The rice you grow yourself will be sold to the Zhou family. Maybe you will be so hungry that you have no food to eat, and you will have to give the rice to the Zhou family."
The old lady of the Gao family raised her eyebrows.
Another villager said with a smile: "You don't know that shopkeeper Du only wants 40% of our harvest every year, and the rest is our own, and that 40% of the harvest will also be used Give us a sum of money.”
"By then, we will not only have enough to eat, but we will also have money to build a house and buy cloth and cotton."
“You can also buy piglets, chickens and ducks.”
They laughed and talked.
But the old lady of the Gao family didn't believe it, and snorted coldly: "I'm just waiting to see you starve to death one by one."
Not to be outdone, the villagers said, "Mrs. Gao, you should worry about your own family first. Your family's land has been sold. If you want to farm, you don't have anywhere to farm."
Mrs. Gao was so angry that her teeth chattered when she heard this. She held on her anger and said, "So what if I don't have land? My family also raises three pigs and dozens of cattle and sheep!"
These pigs, cattle and sheep were all raised by the Miao family in the past.
After hearing this, the villagers ridiculed: "Who doesn't know that those were raised by your ex-daughter-in-law? She is not here now, so I wonder if you can support them."
Old Mrs. Gao was so angry that she couldn't control herself anymore and was ready to scold them.
Seeing that something was wrong, the villagers turned around and left without arguing with her.
Before Mrs. Gao could curse, those people disappeared.
She was holding this breath in her heart, and she couldn't vent it even if she wanted to.
"A bunch of little bitches, let me see how good your life can be. No matter how you compare, you can't compare to our Gao family!"
After Mrs. Gao finished speaking, she stomped back to her yard.
Ever since Boss Gao was beaten by someone sent by Mr. Qian, he has been bedridden.
It wasn't really that he was seriously injured, it was just laziness.
When Mrs. Miao was here in the past, she would cook for the mother and son every day and then bring it to the room.
As long as they eat and sleep, and sleep and eat, they do everything.
Miao is not at home now, so Gao Lao Gao will chop wood and cook by himself.
In order not to work, he pretended to be sick in bed and asked his mother to take care of him.
After all, Mrs. Gao was old and tired after working for a while. She turned around and fed the cattle and sheep, ate vegetables and leaves, and then went into the house to cook some rice porridge for Gao.
When Boss Gao saw the thin rice porridge brought by Mrs. Gao, he said with a displeased look on his face: "Mom, what are you doing? There's not even a piece of meat."
Mrs. Gao said: "The money at home has been robbed by Mr. Qian. How can we still have money to eat meat?"
Boss Gao pointed to the backyard and said, "There are pigs in the backyard. Why don't we just kill the pigs?"
Mrs. Gao straightened her face, "The pigs in the backyard are still piglets, how can they be eaten?"
Boss Gao listened, waved his hand, and cursed: "That little bitch can't even raise a pig, and she's still a little piglet."
Mrs. Gao was so angry that she slapped him on the head, "She caught this little piggy before she left. He hasn't grown up yet!"
After hearing this, Boss Gao calmed down and began to regret: "If I had known, I wouldn't have divorced her. No one would feed the pigs in this house."
Mrs. Gao raised her hand and slapped him again, "Just divorce that woman. Don't worry about me all the time. Get well and get a wife and come back to work!"
Boss Gao rubbed the back of his head and said, "Mom, where is the money in our family to give us a wife?"
Mrs. Gao pointed towards the backyard, "Aren't there still cattle and sheep? We should be able to get some money by selling those."
Boss Gao nodded when he heard this, then turned his eyes and said with a smile: "Mom, how about you kill that little piglet and make soup for me to drink."
"You eat the little piglets too?" Mrs. Gao asked in surprise.
Boss Gao pulled his mother and said, "Isn't there a dish called roasted suckling pig? Of course the piglets can eat it, but we don't need to roast it, we just stew it in soup."
Old Mrs. Gao frowned as she listened, "You ate the little piglet, what will we eat in the future?"
