Traveled into the chronicle and was pampered by a reckless man

Chapter 19 Just want to eat sour radish
Jiang Lu used the discarded sewing machine of the second master's house to make two pieces of clothes. On the first day Zhou Chunhe wore them, Daman and Xiya took them down and looked inside and out.

"My dear, how can your wife be so good?" Daman's envy was beyond words.

"Nonsense, can my Zhou Chunhe's wife be bad?" Zhou Chunhe grinned to the sky.

"Boss." Xi Ya scolded Zhou Chunhe with his eyes.

"What are you doing, talk about something!" Zhou Chunhe snapped back.

"Ask sister-in-law to make one for me too?" Xiya tentatively asked, looking at Zhou Chunhe.

"The year is over, what are you doing making clothes?" Zhou Chunhe asked.

Xiya lowered his head and laughed straight, making Zhou Chunhe and Daman's goosebumps laugh out.

"Fart off!" Zhou Chunhe roared.

"Isn't this my mother? I asked someone to tell me a daughter-in-law, and we will meet again in two days." Xi Ya showed an unprecedented twitch.

"What?!" Daman was the first to express his dissatisfaction, "Have you got a wife since your boy's hair has grown?"

"Why didn't it grow together, let me show you?" Xi Ya turned back.

"Fuck, there is no reason, no reason." Daman groaned.

"It's a good thing." Zhou Chunhe said after a while.

Xiya smiled happily, and shook Zhou Chunhe's hand, "Boss, can you ask sister-in-law to make one for me?"

"You can do it, but you have to get some compensation for your sister-in-law. I can't tire my wife. Making clothes is a waste of eyes and hands." Zhou Chunhe stated the conditions.

"No problem." Xi Ya agreed wholeheartedly.

Seeing Xiya's smug look, Daman panicked and lamented the injustice of this world.

"Sighing works, are there still bachelors in the world? Hurry up and go to the ground to earn money for your wife." Zhou Chunhe slapped Daman on the back, so startled that he almost fell off the tree stump to the ground.

"You two... are so inhuman..." Daman howled.

After the new year, each family officially implemented working alone, and before the spring thunder sounded, there were hardworking farmers everywhere in the fields.

Jiang Lu stepped on the sewing machine to make clothes for Xi Ya, and two days later it was the day when he would meet the girl, but the fabric Xi ​​Ya brought was not enough, and he knew it himself, so he said he should make the trouser legs shorter.

Jiang Lu felt that this was the most important thing in Xiya's life, and it was his first blind date, and it might also be the last, depending on the situation of Xiya's family.So she made her own decision and spliced ​​a piece of other fabric on Xiya's trouser legs and sleeves.

The fabric that Xiya brought was gray, and the ones that Jianglu stitched together were navy blue. Not only did it not violate the harmony visually, but it was also quite harmonious, resembling the styles that were popular in later generations.

Jiang Lu didn't follow the current style and made the trouser legs fat and big. Instead, she straightened the trousers in comparison with Xiya's figure, which was neither close to the body nor too big, so that the wearer's body could be stretched as much as possible. The posture is tall and straight, so that it will not be unable to support it, and the clothes will lower the height, and Xiya itself is not very tall, a typical southern man.

It was the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, the last day of the Chinese New Year, and Mrs. Zhou brought the bowl of big pieces of meat to the dinner table again, making Jiang Lu feel sick for no reason.

"Mother, how many days have passed, why are you still serving it?" Zhou Chunhe said, looking at his wife.

"Because it's the fifteenth day, after today, there won't be many people coming to pay New Year's greetings. You can eat it with confidence. Eat it, it's soft." Mrs. Zhou explained.

Only then did Jiang Lu understand why this bowl of meat had appeared once on New Year's Eve, and had never appeared since then. Her mother-in-law kept her feelings for appearance.

But the meat was so rotten that she felt disgusting even if she took a second look at it, so why would she want to eat it?
"Eat, eat." Mrs. Zhou picked up the chopsticks and held a chopstick for her son. When it was Jiang Lu's turn, Jiang Lu subconsciously pulled the bowl towards her.

"Yes, you don't care. I eat it. It's so delicious. It's the best with porridge and rice." Mrs. Zhou retracted her chopsticks.

"Is there any pickled radish left? I want to eat it." Jiang Lu said to Zhou Chunhe.

"Mother, are there any more pickled radishes?" Zhou Chunhe said to his mother.

"There are still a few pieces, which are all sour. Who would be willing to eat that if they have meat." Mrs. Zhou didn't care.

"It's sour, do you still want to eat?" Zhou Chunhe turned his head and asked his wife.

"Eat." Jiang Lu nodded.

With a bowl of rice, Jiang Lu ate two pieces of sour radishes, but did not touch the vegetables beside her.

Mrs. Zhou wiped her mouth after eating, and took an extra look at Jiang Lu.

After the meal, she pulled her son aside and asked Jiang Lu how long it had been since her period.

"I don't remember that." Zhou Chunhe said inexplicably, it's best not to come, so as not to delay his business.

"Silly son, I'm afraid you are going to be a father." Zhou Pozi covered her mouth and smiled.

Zhou Chunhe was stunned for a moment, then understood, and opened his mouth again, "Really?"

"The real one can't be fake, and the fake one can't be real. Hurry up and take your daughter-in-law to the hospital to have a look."

Without a moment's delay, Zhou Chunhe went to the village chief's house to borrow a bicycle.

It happened that the village chief was killing fish.

"Uncle, are you busy?" Zhou Chunhe stepped forward and smiled, handing him a cigarette.

"Aren't you busy? Are you here to borrow a bicycle again?" The village chief said angrily.

I really don't want to borrow it, but I can't stop it every time.

"You are really good at predicting things. I haven't said anything yet, you will be here." Zhou Chunhe stepped off the donkey, omitting the opening remarks.

"No." The village head said.

"What? Are you in conflict with my aunt again?" Zhou Chunhe asked.

"Whenever you borrowed a bicycle, I wasn't the one who scolded you. This time, you don't want to borrow a bicycle. The bicycle is not at home." The village chief simply played a trick.

But Zhou Chunhe is a monkey spirit, he has already seen the bicycle, and it is standing in the house.

"I'll give you a pack of cigarettes when I come back, how about that?"

"It's not good." The village head scraped off the scales of the fish with great effort.

Without saying a word, Zhou Chunhe took the fish and the kitchen knife from the village chief's hand, and scraped off the scales of the fish.

The village chief stood still, unable to react.

"Let me tell you, it won't work, even if you turn over all the land in my house, you won't borrow it."

"I'll dig the ground for you when I come back, what else can I ask for?" Zhou Chunhe said.

"You?...Why are you such a rascal? It's agreed, just this time, the last time."

As soon as the village chief finished speaking, a basin of dirty water splashed out of the house, splashing the two of them all over.

"Look, it's not that I don't lend it to you." The village head said timidly.

"I'm not talking about you. How could you, the majestic village chief of Wangjiaba, be manipulated by a woman?" Zhou Chunhe got up and went into the house, still holding a kitchen knife in his hand.

After a while, it came out again.

"I agree, I will ride the bike away." Zhou Chunhe put the knife down, turned around and went to get the bike.

"Have you cleaned up the fish yet?" the village chief called out hastily.

"I'm in a hurry, I'll clean it up for you when I come back, if you're not in a hurry." Zhou Chunhe said with a smile.

"I believe you ghost, when you come back there will be fish? The fish bones are gone." The village chief picked up the knife on the ground and scraped off the fish scales again.

Zhou Chunhe's bike was riding fast, as if it had Hot Wheels on its feet. It was a single pass in the family for three generations, so this matter must not be delayed.

(End of this chapter)