Chuanshu became the aunt in the period essay

Chapter 88

Zhao Xiaozhen and Zhao Xiaofu could only nod: "Okay, thank you, grandparents."

Only then did Zhao Jingyi smile: "You're welcome."

Zhao Xiaozhen suddenly changed the subject and said: "When I came just now, the new secretary brother went to my house and looked for my elder brother. The two of them closed the door mysteriously and didn't know what to say inside."

Zhao Jingyi probably guessed that after leaving her place, Su Qingyun should have gone directly to find Zhao Huaiguo.

Zhao Xiaoya and Zhao Xiaofu asked suspiciously: "Why did he go to your brother?"

Zhao Xiaozhen shook her head, sighed and said, "I don't know either, I'll ask my brother, he said he asked him to help deliver the letter to the town, but it doesn't have to be closed for so long, right?"

Zhao Xiaoya and Zhao Xiaofu nodded.

Zhao Xiaoya comforted and said: "Maybe there is something important, don't think too much about it."

Zhao Xiaofu also nodded: "Miss Xiaoya is right, Xiaozhen, why have you paid so much attention to your elder brother recently?"

Speaking of this, she is so, her little face is wrinkled into a bitter face.

"My mother said that my brother's head was blown by the wind when he went out to drive. Let me keep an eye on him, lest he do something stupid."

Zhao Xiaoya: "..." Aunt Osmanthus' words are really hurtful.

Zhao Xiaofu: "..." Brother Daguo is really miserable.

Zhao Jingyi: "..." Sure enough, it was her own.

Zhao Huaiguo, who was binding firewood in the back mountain, had an itchy nose and sneezed.

A gust of cold wind blew over, Zhao Huaiguo couldn't help shivering, gathered his clothes, and speeded up the speed of tying firewood a little.

I complained silently in my heart: It's getting colder and colder today.

He has no idea that his little sister is talking to her little sister, plus a grandparent, and the four of them are complaining about him together.

Zhao Xiaozhen sighed, her two eyebrows almost squeezed into caterpillars.

"Well, at first I didn't believe it, I thought my mother was joking, but when I saw my brother always giggling from time to time, I believed it."

Zhao Xiaoya also believed it a little bit, but she heard the aunts and aunts in the village say that this job is good, so she asked a little uncertainly: "Isn't it? If you go out and drive, you can blow your head off?"

Zhao Xiaofu also said with some uncertainty: "I heard my mother tell other aunts that driving is very profitable, but she never said that it will blow your head."

As soon as Zhao Jing heard the three little girls, her painting style became more and more distant, with black lines on her face.

Just when she was about to speak, she heard Zhao Xiaozhen say: "My mother said, it might be my brother's own problem, otherwise why is it not like this in other people's family."

Zhao Jingyi: "..." Even my mother wouldn't be able to say such hurtful words.

Zhao Xiaoya and Zhao Xiaofu didn't dare to answer these words, but they believed more than half of them.

I just feel that Brother Daguo is really miserable, and his brain is ruined when he goes out to work.

It's still good in the village.

Zhao Jing helped her forehead helplessly, this Wang Osmanthus was really merciless in hurting her own son.

Zhao Xiaozhen sighed and said: "Don't talk about my brother, say he is too troublesome."

Zhao Jing thought about it and forgot it, instead of explaining, she just sat and listened quietly to the three of them gossip about the village.

Not long after, the sound of gongs and drums to quit work sounded.

Zhao Xiaozhen and Zhao Xiaofu are going back too.

Zhao Jing gave them two persimmon cakes and sent them out before closing the door.

Go to the kitchen with Zhao Xiaoya to cook.

Halfway through, the door rang, and Zhao Jing couldn't get out, so Zhao Xiaoya ran out to open the door.

I saw Zhao Huaiguo pushing a cart of firewood at the door.

Puzzled and asked: "Brother Daguo, what are you?"

Zhao Huaiguo said with a smile: "My mother asked me to bring you some firewood. You open the door a little, and I will push the cart in."

Zhao Xiaoya opened the door blankly and watched Zhao Huaiguo push the cart in.

Pushing it directly to the door of the firewood room, seeing Zhao Jingyi cooking in the kitchen, she said with a smile.

"Grandma, my mother asked me to bring you some firewood and move the woodshed for you."

Zhao Jing was taken aback for a moment, and responded loudly, "Okay, thank you."

Zhao Huaiguo waved his hand: "Auntie, you are too polite."

After speaking, move the firewood on the cart to the firewood room.

When it was done, she told Zhao Jing that she pushed the cart and left.

I thought it was over like this, but after a while, the door rang again.

Zhao Xiaoya quickly ran out to open the door,
Seeing several big men carrying two bundles of firewood on their shoulders, they asked in a daze, "Uncle Dashu, Uncle Dasen..., who are you?"

"I'll bring you some firewood, little girl, open the door a little, and let us pick the firewood in."

Zhao Xiaoya opened the door blankly and let them in.

Zhao Jianshu turned his head and asked, "Little girl, where is the firewood room?"

Zhao Xiaoya came back to her senses and pointed to the hut next to the kitchen.

As soon as Zhao Jing heard the movement, those spatulas came out of the kitchen, just in time to see six big men walking over with two bundles of firewood each.

The whole person was stunned.

Seeing Zhao Jingyi, Zhao Jianshu smiled innocently: "Grandma, my mother asked us to bring you some firewood. She said that it's cold and you're not in good health. Don't be tired."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Jing felt warm in her heart, and responded with a smile: "Okay, thank your mother for me."

Zhao Jiansen smiled and said, "Grandma, you are too polite."

Zhao Jing handed the spatula to Zhao Xiaoya, and asked her to cook. She went to the room and brought out some persimmon cakes. After they put away the firewood, she handed them to Zhao Jianshu.

"I made this myself. Take it back and you can try it for me. Is it delicious?"

Zhao Jianshu was a little embarrassed, he didn't dare to ask for it, for fear of being twisted by his mother.

Zhao Jiansen quickly took a step back, but he didn't dare.

Zhao Jing stuffed the persimmon cake wrapped in cloth into Zhao Jianshu's hand, and said a few precautions by the way.

"Tell your mother that I want to give it to you, and I won't dare to ask you for help after you don't accept it."

Zhao Jianshu could only nod and accept.

As soon as Zhao Jing sent them out, she shook her head helplessly.

Back in the kitchen, Zhao Xiaoya had already fried the last dish, and the two of them ate together, then boiled water to take a bath, and boiled hot water for their clothes, washed them clean and hung them up.

They went back to their rooms to rest.



Hostess.

As soon as Zhao Jianshu came back, he took the things into the kitchen.

Passed the things to Mrs. Jiang, and said what Zhao Jingyi said before she got angry: "Mom, this is from my aunt. If you don't accept it, don't dare to ask us to help next time."

Mrs. Jiang, seeing her eldest son's frightened face, said angrily, "I didn't scold you, so what are you afraid of?"

Zhao Jianshu scratched his head naively, and said with a smile, "Isn't this because I'm afraid you will get angry?"

Mrs. Jiang gave him a blank look: "Are you so unreasonable, mother?"

Zhao Jianshu shook his head quickly: "No, mother is the most reasonable."

Mrs. Jiang felt a little better after hearing this, but said with a look of disgust on her face, "Okay, get out, don't get in the way here."

Zhao Jianshu didn't mind either, as long as his mother didn't twist his ears.

Put things aside, turned around and went out.

Zhu Yanling was a little curious to see what her elder brother brought back, but she was afraid of being scolded by her mother-in-law.

His eyes kept looking at the cloth bag.

(End of this chapter)