Girlfriend's Fortune

Chapter 254 Chapter 250 Three: Getting Better and Better
Song Qiu and the old Yuan who came to eat after work in the workshop introduced the Tao family, and asked the others to get to know each other, and they started dinner.

After eating, we arranged accommodation and what Ming'er Tao's family should do.

Mrs. Li took her daughter to help in the kitchen, and Tao Dongcheng was outside to help welcome the guests and arrange the carriages and horses, and also to help when the tea shed was too busy.

Tao Dongping was running the dishes in the lobby.

Tao Zheng and Du Chuanfu temporarily greeted the guests in the lobby, got up early to buy vegetables, and the two of them could also go together, so that it was convenient to have support.

In terms of living, Tao Dongping and his brothers lived in Du Chuanfu's house, which happened to have many vacant beds.

Mrs. Wang moved into Mrs. Yuan's room, and Mrs. Tao Zheng and Mrs. Li lived in Mrs. Wang's previous room.

As for Tao Xiu'er, she will live in Song Qiu's house.

There wasn't enough quilts for the time being, so Song Qiu moved the quilts from Datong's shop first, there were some cotton and fabrics that were added last time, and when he realized that his hands were empty, he just asked Mrs. Li to sew them out again.

After the arrangement was made, Song Qiu and the old Yuan family went back to the village while Zhang Lihua was still in Aling.

It's more than a mile, and I walked quickly after talking.

Song Qiu couldn't help asking old Yuan about the work in the workshop.

The old Yuan said: "Everyone is working hard, even you Uncle Hugua, I didn't expect it this time, it's okay if you get better, and you can keep up with Dali and the others. Not off the chain at all."

"There are more than [-] people here. It's rare for me to see him so diligent and willing to work."

"No, your grandma Deng came for a walk in the afternoon, and I told her about it, but she didn't expect it."

"Anyway, it's good for a person to be at ease, so as not to go to town all day long."

Song Qiu listened, thinking that if this person could learn well, it would be a good thing, after all, he was Zaohua's Shi Daner's father, and he had to be relied on.

Zhang Lihua couldn't help but said: "I heard Zaohua tell me that he went to the town to find my third uncle to bring back the money in a rage that day, but when he came back in the second half of the day, he was silent and took the initiative to collect firewood. I won’t run around and play around anymore, and I don’t know what kind of blow I received in the town.”

"It's nothing more than not being able to get the money." Old Yuan curled his lips, not wanting to talk about these things with the children.

Just look, Zhang Laodou has been paralyzed for so many days, Dafang has never seen anyone, and Sanfang hurried away after Zhang Digua came back that day.

This is a good son, anti-aging, anti-chanting.

After pushing the mill for several days in a row, Zhang Hugua was so tired that he couldn't lift his shoulders every day. Where had he worked so seriously before?
He wanted to stop and take a rest, but seeing other people pushing very vigorously, he was too embarrassed to rest by himself, so he could only shake his hands and shoulders when he changed hands to pick up the ground sweet potatoes.

Fortunately, there is meat to eat at noon every day, which comforted his gluttonous mouth, and he gritted his teeth to hold on.

He also wanted to argue, whether he could support himself or not, whether he asked the third brother and the others for money.

When he got home from work, Zhang Hugua lay down on the bed after dinner, and had to get up early to go to work tomorrow.

So old Yuan and the others didn't see Zhang Hugua when they got home. Before it was dark, they fed the pigs to the pigs and the chickens to the chickens.

Old Yuan Shi had some free time and sat in a pile with old Deng Shi and talked for a long time.

Now there are sweet potato scum brought back from the workshop to feed the pigs. Every day, the pigs eat half a bucket in the morning, noon and evening. Seeing the pig grow from a small one to its current size, Song Qiu is very satisfied.

There are still two months to celebrate the new year. No matter how big the pig grows at the end of the twelfth lunar month, it will be about a hundred catties, and it will have to be killed by then to celebrate the new year.

Killing pigs during the Chinese New Year is a good omen. It will be a prosperous year, and the coming year will be even more prosperous, right?

At first, I was worried that if a pig was killed, only the grandparents and grandchildren would eat it up, and I was afraid that some would be sold, but now that there are more than ten people in the family, this pig is not enough to look at.

Once the spring is over, I will buy two piglets and feed them until next year's Chinese New Year to ensure that the pigs will be fatter.

The weather in mid-October is not the coldest, so wear more clothes, and you don't need to warm yourself by the fire. The main thing is that they don't blow cold wind, and there is no such thing as a knife-like shave, so they don't feel cold at all.

Song Qiu tugged at the hem of the clothes. This was a new padded jacket that her grandmother had made for her. The cotton was well stuffed. She wore an inner jacket inside and another piece of clothing in the middle. She put on this padded jacket outside, so it wasn't cold at all.

Looking at her milk, she was also wearing a brand new padded jacket.

Thinking of the cotton-padded jacket worn for many years last winter, which was not cold-proof at all, and her milk's hands and ears were covered with frostbite, Song Qiu couldn't help but smile.

Now it's good, although it doesn't mean rich and powerful, but at least she doesn't have to worry about feeding and clothing her milk on time.

It will get better and better in the future.

Old Yuan Shi turned her head and saw her little granddaughter's cheeks were dimpled from her smile, she couldn't help laughing, "It's so early in the morning, what are you thinking about being so happy?"

Song Qiu chuckled, "Thinking of something good, I'll go to Huangjia Village later in the afternoon to have a look. If the land is good, then we can buy it, and we'll be landowners! Grandma isn't happy?"

"You must be happy. When your grandfather was still there, he often said that he hoped that he could buy a little land for planting at home. Farmers, only when they have land in their hands can they be at ease." Old Yuan's face was full of memories. A little bit of longing, "If your grandfather is still here, knowing that our family is going to buy land, you will be so happy to yell!"

Old man Song left early, and Song Qiu's father was only one year old at that time, and Song Qiu didn't know where he was, so naturally he had never seen her grandfather.

"My grandpa likes to sing with two voices!" Song Qiu's eyes sparkled when he heard it.

Thinking of her own grandfather in her previous life, isn't she just doing some kind of work and singing some red songs when she has nothing to do?
She had listened to it since she was a child, but throughout her childhood, she never heard that Jiaozi felt impatient.

"Yeah, your grandpa likes to sing with two voices. At that time, he recognized a master and followed him around to play the suona. No, he met your aunt and grandpa and his father, and later arranged this marriage for your aunt and grandma." .” Old Yuan could not hide the smile on his face as he talked about the past.

In her life, although it was difficult, she never regretted it, and she was also happy that she married this man who knew the cold and the hot.

Fortunately, although it has been difficult for 30 years, her granddaughter is capable now.

Seeing that life is getting better and better, he opened an inn, opened a workshop, bought servants, and will soon buy land.

There is no need to think about all the difficulties.

"It turns out that my aunt and uncle are matchmakers made by my grandfather!"

"Isn't that right? Otherwise, why would your uncle feel at ease marrying your aunt and grandma for twenty or thirty miles? Xiashui Village is still far from Yanghuai Village, and everyone doesn't know each other well."

The grandparents and grandson were talking, and all the way to the workshop, the early morning fog had not dissipated, covering the whole yard, a vast expanse of whiteness.

Song Qiu breathed a sigh of relief, and saw Mrs. Zhang, who had come to work, pumping water out to wash the sweet potatoes.

(End of this chapter)