Girlfriend's Fortune

Chapter 112 Chapter 110: Joke
Song Qiu knew that Zhang's family next door had come back and made a fuss all night, but she didn't care. She still went to bed early, and her business was more important.

What's more, Dafang came back for the New Year's Eve or not, just for money.

Zhang Lihua yawned, relying on Bing Jianzi as if she hadn't slept well, and knew Da Fang's thoughts, but now she was not so filled with righteous indignation.

Anyway, money is not their turn, they have to rely on themselves.

"I don't know how much money uncle and the others want here, and I don't know if my grandma can take it out, but you didn't see it, Aqiu. When my aunt was cleaning up the dishes yesterday, I saw that expressionless face. It looks like there is fire in the bottom of my eyes, and I'm afraid I'm panicking in my heart."

Zhang Hugua can't handle things by himself, and he hasn't experienced anything. He feels that he is worthless, so he always thinks that his eldest brother and third brother are capable, which is called admiration.

Therefore, he didn't care about the two families coming back to take the money in the hands of his parents. He still thought that the eldest brother and the third brother would have a great future, and he would never forget him as his own brother.

I also think that my parents promised to set up a shop for him, so I will definitely do it. He is still young and is not in a hurry. He lives in the village every day, which is pretty good.

And Miao's was angry, but felt that her natal family was inferior to the two sisters-in-law, so she didn't dare to make trouble about everything.

One thinks it doesn't matter, but the other feels that he has suffered.

In this way, the two of them stayed together, so they didn't want to be angry.

That is, chickens and ducks talk, and they can't talk about it.

It's not the same as knowing that you can't compete and simply not competing. This is knowing that you have something to contend for, but you can't win it. The feeling of it is probably unbearable.

Song Qiu couldn't help laughing, the two families in this town came back to ask for money in turn, it was like singing an opera.

"Didn't Brother Zhang Song want to marry the daughter of the husband's family? The husband is a scholar and a serious townsman. I'm afraid the dowry is indispensable."

Zhang Lihua nodded approvingly, "But my grandpa has always liked this eldest grandson the most, and he will give it as much as he wants, but you haven't seen my grandpa like that, since he knew that the big brother was going to marry the daughter of a scholar, that is The tail is raised, as if the daughter who married a scholar is a scholar herself."

"What's more, for my grandfather, the big house is different. The son is a scholar, and the grandson is also a scholar. Who can compare with it? Otherwise, look, when Sister Taohua got married, he was willing to spend ten taels of silver. .”

Song Qiu couldn't help laughing when he heard this, and couldn't help but whisper to Zhang Lihua, "But your uncle has been studying for almost 30 years, right? It was ten years ago that he was admitted to Tongsheng. I don't know if he was 50 years old. Can you be admitted as a scholar?"

Sure enough, when Zhang Lihua heard this, she leaned forward and backward with laughter. It wasn't really gloating, but that this matter was really funny.

"Aqiu, you forgot. What my brother said before, our village doesn't know about it. Who doesn't know that the town lives next to the uncle and the others? My uncle is only half a bottle of water in his studies, and now he doesn't concentrate on studying anymore. I heard that if you have nothing to do, you still have to go to listen to music and drink tea, and there are two birds playing at home, how can you look like you are reading?"

"That's my grandfather. Dad has good eyes. He thinks he's good at reading, and he's good at everything!"

Zhang Yang has been in the town for several years, so how could he not have inquired about the affairs of Dafang and Sanfang in the town?
In the early years, I really thought that Zhang Pumpkin was a good seedling for studying, but it turned out, puff.

Those who can really read, those who are about the same age as Zhang Pumpkin, are no longer in this school, and those who can't really read have given up and found another way out.

Only Zhang Pumpkin, as usual, has been living in that school for decades, thinking that he is superior to others, but he doesn't know how he is making jokes behind his back.

This is pretentiousness, thinking that others are envious of you, but it is not the case.

In the bright sky, the two little girls laughed together, very happy.

A ray of sunlight broke through the sky, drawing the shadow of Chen Hui.

Today is another great weather.

It was specified that it was extremely hot again.

Since entering June, the weather has been day by day, and there has never been a cool time.

Song Qiu thought that things sold out quickly yesterday, and the ice cubes failed to freeze, so he just bought two pieces of ice today, so that the things can be cooled quickly when they are put in.

After buying ice cubes, I don't need to go to Xiao's market today. Of the six watermelons I bought yesterday, there are still three left, which is enough.

All the way back to Ankangfang, Song Qiu thought about the big man who ate the noodles yesterday and found it delicious, so he bought some white noodles and cut a catty of fat and white meat at the butcher's stall.

I haven't eaten meat for a long time.

Because I didn't go to Xiao's house this time, I returned to the Changhe River today much earlier than usual. Old Yuan Shi was still busy at home and didn't come to the Changhe River.

Song Qiu looked at the time, probably around seven o'clock in the morning.

But the sun was already very high, so I put the ice mirrors down in the tea shed first, and left Zhang Lihua to watch, while Song Qiu drove the mule cart back to pull things.

When he got home, Mrs. Yuan cooked mung bean soup and was just making cold shrimp.

Song Qiu first pulled out the table and bench, and then came back. The cold shrimps were almost done, so he pulled them away together, and brought some soybean oil, soy sauce and vinegar along the way.

This busy work lasted only half an hour.

The sun climbed up high, and it happened to shine red on the banks of the long river, making it very hot.

There is no shelter here, so when building the thatched shed, Song Qiu specially asked Liu Caigui and the others to build the shed out, so as to block more sunlight and prevent the inside of the tea shed from being completely exposed to the sun.

First, cut a watermelon and put it in the interlayer of ice cream, and then put the cold shrimp fermented glutinous rice and mung bean soup in the clay pot to freeze.

The small stove was lit, and a few cups of boiling water were boiled, and the herbal tea was brewed and served cold.

The stove was empty, and Song Qiu sat on the small iron pot, planning to fry a pot of miscellaneous sauce and saozi.

There is no extra seasoning, just make the simplest meat sausage.

Remove the skin from the bought meat, chop it into fine pieces, then pat the ginger and garlic, heat up the soybean oil in the pot, pour the minced meat into it and stir fry.

Stir-fry until the minced meat is broken, add minced ginger and garlic and stir-fry to taste, then add a little bit of sugar, then pour in the peppers cut into circles and stir-fry.

Then put soy sauce and a little salt, continue to stir fry.

Finally, put a little water in it and simmer for a quarter of an hour on low heat.

The aroma is strong, and the meat sauce wrapped in sauce-colored or green chili rings is ready.

Song Qiu took it out, filled a bowl, and put it aside to let it dissipate heat. The oil soaked in it, so it wouldn't go bad soon.

When the stove is empty, continue to sit on the water, and it will be easy to wash later.

Song Qiu then turned out some white flour and put it in a clean pottery basin, and started kneading the flour.

After reconciling the noodles for a quarter of an hour, Song Qiu sprinkled a handful of white noodles on the clean table, cut the dough pieces, and started pulling the noodles.

I saw the dumplings being tossed back and forth in Song Qiu's hands and then turned back and forth, and soon they turned into long stretches of noodles.

Finally, cut everything in the middle with a knife, and the noodles come out one by one.

The pulled noodles were left to dry in a dustpan sprinkled with flour, and Song Qiu then pulled the rest of the dough into noodles.

After such a while, the sun had risen very high, Song Qiu washed his hands, sat at the table for a while, and still took the notebook to plan the accounts.

(End of this chapter)