Girlfriend's Fortune

Chapter 264 Chapter 260 Three: Dislike
Song Qiu nodded like a pounding garlic, expressing that he understood, he knew, and told Grandma Deng not to worry.

Only then did Old Deng leave with Shi Dan'er in his arms, thinking that the guy was still at home and would not leave tonight, so he didn't bother to go back right away, so he turned around and took Shi Dan'er to Wang Butcher's house to find Mrs. Wang for leisure. went.

I'll go home later, maybe I'll go back to worship him, it's really the past.

Ever since, Zhang Sweet Potato, who got up after lying down at home, went out of the house and saw that the house was quiet and there was no movement, so he couldn't help mumbling.

He finally came back, so he won't kill chickens today?

Didn't buy meat either?
I don't know what to eat tonight.

……

Song Qiu went into the workshop, and the old Yuan was drying starch blocks in the backyard.

After a few days in the sun, the starch lumps of a few bamboo poles have dried up a lot, and they harden when pinched, not so soft.

Manju and the others were shaking sweet potato flour in full swing, and the wooden shelf covered with gauze was shaking, adding a bit of vitality to the small backyard.

Zhang Hugua came in from the front with a bucket of ground sweet potatoes in one hand, put it in front of him, and took the empty bucket out to change.

Song Qiu happened to see him, and saw that the man was carrying a bucket so hard that his tendons were stretched out, but he was able to bear it. He couldn't help but sigh, this man has really changed a lot.

This is quiet, and it is worthy of hard work.

Touching the starch blocks one by one, Song Qiu thought it would be enough to bask in two big suns, and the ones that were exposed to the sun will come out one after another. The momentum is very good. Looking at the strength of this workshop , It's powerful.

After tomorrow, she can start making sweet potato vermicelli.

Now that she doesn't have much money left in her hands, she needs to earn some money quickly to keep it safe in her hands.

……

Mrs. Deng waited for Zhang Hugua to get off work before returning home with Shidan'er in his arms.

Miao, who took her daughter Zhang Zaohua to hunt wild fruits on the mountain in the afternoon, came back and saw that Zhang Digua was still at home, so she was also stunned.

When it was time to cook, she saw that her mother-in-law was not at home, and there was no explanation, so she cooked as usual, except that she added a handful of rice.

Zhang Digua sat on the bench at home for half an afternoon in the cold autumn and closed autumn, and Zhang Laodou couldn't speak, and he couldn't stop drooling at his crooked mouth, and he was so angry when he sat in the room flirtatious.

If he hadn't thought about the big event of taking Song Qiu to the town tomorrow, he would have really thought about leaving and going back to town.

After finally waiting for the old Mrs. Deng and the others to come back, Zhang Digua greeted him enthusiastically, "Mother, where have you been? Why has it taken you so long!"

Old Deng looked at him as he walked up the room, "Why, why don't I go out and take a turn? Are you in charge of the world and your mother?"

Zhang Digua silently closed his mouth, well, if he didn't tell his mother too much, he would be choked if he said anything.

Turning around, I saw Zhang Hugua washed his hands, washed his face and went into the house. Zhang Digua rolled his eyes and followed him in.

"Fourth brother, I heard from your mother that you work in Aunt Yuan's workshop. What habit do you have? Are you tired?"

Zhang Hugua was lying on the bed, taking a rest while waiting to eat, like this every day.

He was so tired that he didn't want to talk. Seeing that the third elder brother came back today, he was afraid that he would stay at home tonight if he didn't leave at this point. , must have no good intentions.

"What's so tiring, it's not as effortless as the third brother throwing his hands and being the shopkeeper."

Zhang Digua was startled, and immediately smiled gently and said: "Fourth brother, are you still angry with third brother? Last time, third brother said something a little harsher, but it was for your own good. You are a father in your twenties. It's not nice to say it if you don't do anything, doesn't it?
You see you are working in the workshop now. When I came back and met people in the village, others praised you, saying that you are working very hard now, and you look like that.

The third brother listens, and I am very happy for you, we are all brothers born from the same father, how can there be any overnight feud between brothers?Brother just hates that iron can't be made into steel. This is a bit serious. How can you really be angry with brother? "

Zhang Digua said a lot, but I don't know if Zhang Hugua listened or not. Anyway, he twitched the corners of his mouth, snorted softly, and didn't answer.

Zhang Digua looked at it and didn't take it seriously. This younger brother is just a no-brainer, and he can come back with a few words. He is not afraid that he will really get angry.

Turning around, he continued: "I heard that the workshop at Aunt Yuan's house uses sweet potatoes. What are you doing for food? What do you do every day, are you tired? Tell your brother, it's rare for him to come back, and he wants to care about you. "

Although Zhang Hugua listened to him talking a lot, he was not stupid as he never left the workshop. He knew that he was inquiring about the workshop. How could he really care about him?

Thinking about his mother coming to the workshop to talk to Aunt Yuan in the next afternoon, after talking for a while, Zhang Hugua lowered his eyes and said impatiently: "What can I do? Isn't it like that every day, the mill is pushed back and forth like a dog , the third brother asked me if I was tired, or you should try it too?"

"Oh, no, the third brother is the boss, and I'm afraid he will look down on the twenty yuan a day wages. There is no way for the younger brother. If you don't make money, there are old and young, what do you eat at home? The third brother can be open-minded, and won't take money from home if he says he won't take money home, but my younger brother doesn't own a shop of his own, and he doesn't have the confidence like you."

Zhang Digua: ...Isn't it just that he got angry last time, turned his face on someone, and didn't take the money home and let people know that the shop is under his name. This person changed a lot after being hit?
It's been a few days, and I'm still not angry.

For a while, Zhang Digua couldn't understand whether the fourth brother was really angry with him, or was he really willing to do it after being hit by what he said?
But don't think about it, the fourth brother is not easy to fool at the moment.

Push sweet potatoes with a mill?

What do you do with the sweet potato?

He wandered around the entrance of the workshop today. The door was closed and the fence was tightly fenced. He could only get a rough look. It seemed that there was a sound of rolling a mill. He also watched some women cutting something. with.

What is this going to do?
Zhang Digua couldn't think of it, but seeing Zhang Hugua's impatient face, he obviously didn't want to say a few more words to him. He also has a temper, so he threw up his sleeves and went out immediately.

Soon, the Zhang family had dinner.

The food was put on the table, Mrs. Deng sat at the head, Mrs. Miao and Zhang Zaohua sat at the bottom, Zhang Hugua and Shi Daner sat on the left, and Zhang Digua sat on the right alone.

On the table, in front of each person was a bowl of porridge mixed with green vegetables, the kind of clear soup with little water that would make your stomach swell immediately after drinking it, but you would be hungry later.

In addition, there are two big bowls of vegetables, one bowl of boiled radish and one bowl of boiled cabbage.

Zhang Digua held his chopsticks, seeing how the other people were drinking and eating deliciously, he really didn't know where to put his chopsticks.

In his own home, there are only three of them for each meal. There is no need to cook too many dishes, as long as two dishes are enough, there must be a plate of meat dishes, and the rice is also dry rice.

He had to come back when he was free, and there was meat to eat at home, right?

When did you become so poor?

Is it true that his father is paralyzed, and this family will collapse?
Zhang Digua silently felt that this family was a burden, and if they got involved in their good life, they would have to be burdened, and it would be better not to come back if there was nothing to do in the future.

Thinking like this, Zhang Digua couldn't bear it, and he took a few casual bites before putting down his chopsticks.

No one asked him if he was full. Seeing him wasting food, Mrs. Deng gave him a blank look, and immediately brought in the porridge that he had barely touched, and gave it to Zhang Laodou to eat.

　There is only one update today~ My son has been pulling me to accompany him to make clay, and I can’t concentrate~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)