Seeing him trying to add another weight, Qiu Yinuo felt bad all over.
"More?"
"It's not even close, don't make any noise, it will be weighed soon." The old man who collected the waste was very serious. He didn't add the corresponding weights until he took a look at the weight and then curled his lips in dissatisfaction, "It looks like there's a lot of meat. Why hasn’t it reached one hundred and fifty yet?”
When he heard that he was not 150 pounds, Qiu Yinuo couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief and said excitedly, "I'm just telling you, how could I weigh 150 pounds and say that my eyes are weighing? You can tell me with just one look." How many pounds."
He Ziqing took a look and said, one hundred and forty-nine pounds, which seemed to be no less than one hundred and fifty pounds.
The old man who collected scraps spread his hands and said, "Okay, I guess I made a mistake."
Qiu Yinuo asked in a good mood: "So how many pounds do I weigh?"
"Sister Yinuo, actually it's good that we don't know."
"One hundred and forty-nine pounds."
The two voices sounded almost at the same time, and Qiu Yinuo's face instantly collapsed, weighing less than 150 pounds.
The neighbors laughed and comforted her, "Yinuo, you are good-looking. If you are a little fatter and richer, you will look like a blessed person."
"No, Yinuo is chubby, and his two sons are also chubby. It makes people look strange."
"Other people want to be so fat, but they don't have the conditions?"
Thank you, I am not comforted at all.
Qiu Yinuo has been depressed since he weighed himself, and he didn't even eat much dinner at night.
When I was feeding my baby at night, my baby's stomach growled loudly, and her stomach growled louder than theirs.
I don’t know if she is a mother, but she doesn’t want to see her child hungry at all.
I decided to forget about my weight for the time being and wait until after weaning.
The days passed like this, and Qiu Yinuo never gave up asking for news about her mother-in-law. After all, who wouldn't want to live a good life and have to work tirelessly to raise the child alone.
As a young woman in the new era, she doesn't want to be so desperate.
*
At the end of November, every household begins to busy pickling sauerkraut, which is a Northeastern specialty.
They need to buy cabbage by themselves. Some people have relatives in the countryside and have already asked people to set it aside.
People like them can only grab a limited number of dishes every day.
After a week of robbing, we only managed to get a dozen heads of cabbage and twenty kilograms of radishes.
The two of them had cleaned all the jars and jars before, just waiting for a big fight today.
"Qingqing, can you pickle sauerkraut?"
"Of course I do. I have been helping my dad since I was a child. Later, my cousin and I pickled the sauerkraut at my cousin's house."
Hearing this, Qiu Yinuo frowned subconsciously, "Won't your cousin help with the work?"
After several exchanges, she discovered that Qingqing's cousin was a soft-boiled man who relied on women for everything in the family.
When he mentioned his cousin, a trace of disgust clearly flashed in He Ziqing's eyes, "He is the uncle and does nothing but waits for my cousin and cousin to serve him."
Every family has sutras that are difficult to recite. Even in the world a few decades from now, there will still be such disgusting soft-boiled men.
If a woman doesn't stand up for herself, everything is in vain.
"By the way, Sister Yinuo, I thought about taking half a day off in two days and going back to help my cousin pickle pickled vegetables."
"Okay, half a day is enough? If not, one day is fine."
"Half a day is enough. I'll be back soon after I finish my work." It's not easy to stay longer. On the one hand, Sister Yinuo pays her salary, so she can't take leave for too long. On the other hand, she's afraid that her cousin will do it because of her. Things are going bad.
While the two were talking, there was a knock on the door. He Ziqing wiped his hands and said, "Who is it!"
*
After Cheng Hongying took care of her husband's death, she rushed to her sister's house a hundred kilometers away without stopping, just to take her daughter home.
The husband favors boys over girls, and has never given the couple any good looks since the girl was born.
It wasn't until the birth of her youngest son that she felt better at home.
She admitted that she liked her younger son more than her daughter, but in every household in the countryside, sons were not valued over daughters.
Besides, she is not the kind of person who loses her conscience and sells her daughter for her son.
Later, when her daughter escaped, she secretly opened the letter of introduction, otherwise the dead girl would have been sold by her husband for money.
Qiu Yinuo, this dead girl, has been away for two years without even sending a message. This has made her not think about food and drink in the past two years, just worrying about what happened to her outside.
After finally finding the address that her sister had given her many years ago, Cheng Hongying was stunned for a moment when she saw the strange woman who opened the door.
"Who are you?"
"Who are you?"
The two asked almost in unison.
"You come to my house and you ask me who I am?"
Cheng Hongying panicked, "This is your home, isn't it? Isn't this Zhao Xuezhen's home?"
In the early years, the Cheng family was poor and could not afford to support their sisters, especially the twin sisters.
Grandma decided to give her sister away, and the family that adopted her was named Zhao.
It was also when she was pregnant with Niuer that she found out she had a twin sister. I heard that my sister had a good life at her adoptive parents' home, and later married a cultural man.
Because their family felt ashamed of their sister, no one proposed to recognize her.
By chance, the two sisters met in the provincial capital.
Both parties knew each other's existence, and there was no hatred or resentment as imagined. Instead, they talked about their lives and families calmly.
The two exchanged each other's addresses and have not seen each other since.
Later, something happened to their family. The child's father wanted to sell her to an old man. Cheng Hongying thought of her twin sister.
Shamelessly, I asked my sister to help take care of the girl for a while. Unexpectedly, as soon as the girl left, I completely lost news.
Hearing the strange yet familiar name, the woman was obviously stunned for a moment, "Zhao Xuezhen?" Then she looked up at Cheng Hongying, her weather-beaten face overlapped with that of the previous resident's wife in her memory, "You, aren't you? Zhao Xuezhen? Oh, why are you so old now?"
Cheng Hongying's face turned an unnatural red, "I'm not Zhao Xuezhen, I'm her... distant sister, my name is Cheng Hongying."
"No wonder, you two look so similar." If they were whiter, they would probably be exactly the same. "But Zhao Xuezhen moved away a long time ago. I heard that her family was criticized and their family went to the farm for renovation."
When Cheng Hongying heard this, she was completely dumbfounded.
It took a while to regain my sense and ask how their family was doing.
"It's not easy for us to inquire about this kind of thing, but you can ask the Shao family's wife."
Cheng Hongying was confused when she heard this, "Who is this Shao family's daughter-in-law? Does she have any relationship with my sister's family?"
"Of course it does matter. She is your sister's niece. She came here two years ago. At that time, your sister's family had already gone to the farm. Mother Shao saw that she was pitiful at such a young age, so she kindly took her in."
Cheng Hongying asked anxiously, "What's her name?"
