After wearing a book, the cannon fodder ex-wife just wants to farm

Chapter 22 The truth has long been rejected by her
"I followed the drawing. It's ugly. At least I can tell what the word is." Li Erya looked at it seriously for a while, "It's not wrong, I can recognize it."

"Okay, very good, since you can draw it and recognize it, today's class ends here." Shen Muyin restrained the urge to tear off the unsightly paper.

Li Erya, who received the pardon, hurried back to count the money. This time she sold the medicine for one hundred Wen, but it was actually not that much. It was Huang Xingding who made up a round number for her.

He kept half of it for himself, and gave the remaining half to Mrs. Shen.

Shen Qingrou was not happy again, it was obviously more than a hundred Wen, but now she only paid so much, she felt that she must have hidden selfish motives.

"I have a heart." Mrs. Shen thought that her son would use the money, so she had to accept it brazenly, but she was annoyed at Huang Xingding's ignorance, so she gave the money to her.

But even if Huang Xingding gave him the money, the person next to him would not let him stay. Mrs. Shen asked Li Erya to go out first, leaving her daughter alone.Some preaching is indispensable.

It's not that the two of them don't make money, they both know how to embroider, but the needles and threads are not cheap, and they often can't buy the embroidery threads they want, and the embroidery products are produced very slowly, and they can't be sold at a good price.

The biggest income of the family is Shen Nanzhou's teaching. Shen Nanzhou and Shen Muci occasionally take over the job of copying books, but Shen Nanzhou doesn't want his son to be trapped by money, so he limits the number of times he copies books.

In short, money is far from enough, and one more income is one. Madam Shen sighed again, thinking that she is also from a wealthy family, and her family has never been short of money since she was a child.

"Next time I go to the city and buy more embroidery thread." Shen Qingrou quickly comforted her.

"Don't buy it yet. Your brother plans to take the county test next year, so you have to keep him tight with the money." Mrs. Shen couldn't help but sighed again after counting pens, ink, paper, inkstones and books.

Shen Qingrou didn't dare to raise any opinions anymore, and she didn't know how to solve the current predicament.

Although Shen Muyin had ideas, he wanted to spend more time with his family.

The closer it was to the winter solstice, the more anxious he became. Even though his mother had recovered a lot and no one treated her as a patient anymore, he was still worried about that day.

His nervousness affected the rest of the Shen family, and even Li Erya noticed that something was wrong with him.

It is not her turn to care about his problems. Li Erya is more concerned about the slaughter of pigs in Qingshui Village. The benefits for fishing beginners are gone. It is not easy to eat meat. She can't wait to have a mouthful of hot pork soup right away. .

Such a good thing is naturally not her turn. When she arrived, the sausage and bacon were almost ready. Li Erya picked a pig skull bone and pig offal. Two yuan can buy half a pig skull and a pair of pigs. She felt that she had earned the pig intestines and two pork ribs.

The butcher asked the butcher to help chop the bones, and Li Erya happily carried the bulk back home.

However, when passing by her mother's house, her mother asked half of the pig's skull and bone to go away. Li Erya could only agree to let her sister drink a sip of soup, but she didn't let her pick and choose.

Back at Shen's house, Mrs. Shen was so frightened by the unattractive pig skull that she almost fainted, and told her to throw it away.

"I bought it with money, but it only cost a penny." Li Erya shook her head cautiously, "It doesn't matter if you don't like it, just drink the soup."

Is there a difference?

Mrs. Shen was very angry with her and ordered her not to dirty the pot at home.

"How can things that can worship ancestors be dirty?" Li Erya looked at the pig's skull and sighed.

In the end, it was Shen Nanzhou who came forward to save the bones.

Li Erya could see that he didn't want to see the things he brought back, and he agreed to her keeping the bones just out of face, as long as it wasn't wasted, so she quickly salted the bones.

As for the pig's skull, it was washed and put away first, and the dried vegetables were soaked in water, and then she took a basket and small bucket to Shanxi to wash the pig's intestines.

The mountain stream was not far from Shen's house, and within a short while, Li Erya made a trap at the edge, and then put pig intestines in a basket as bait.

In a short while, there were fishes that took the bait, some with blue knives and some small fish that were not named, they were not big in size, and Li Erya took the fish when she saw that the fish had almost entered.

After about an hour or two, nearly a catty of mountain pit fish was harvested, and the pig intestines were almost cleaned up. Li Erya threw the pig intestines into the bucket to feed the fish, and then collected all the small fish in the trap into the bucket.

The harvest was full, and she rushed home immediately, but fortunately the pig's skull was still there, Li Erya saw that Shen Qingruan and Mrs. Shen's face was not very good-looking, so she silently lit a fire to cook the soup.

As for the pig's large intestine, it would be clean enough to be washed with plant ashes. Li Erya took out the good stuff she kept privately and prepared to make a stewed pig's large intestine.

Ginger garlic, fragrant leaves, cinnamon bark, peppercorns, etc., but the tangerine peel is a little inferior, and it can be used if you make do. Li Erya glanced at the sun and took up the second pot.

Shen Qingrou came in, took a look, turned her head and left.

Li Erya went to deal with the fish silently.

After finishing all this work, she was able to quietly rely on the fire to keep warm, and it was worthwhile to suddenly feel tired when smelling the fragrance wafting from the pot.

Because of the two dishes she was going to cook, the lunch meal was a little later than usual, and Li Erya gnawed on the bones very comfortably, and no one competed with her.

Shen Qingrou turned her face away in disgust, while the others ate their dishes without squinting.

No one cared about the good pig intestines. After eating the bones, Li Erya ate the long-lost stewed pig intestines with peace of mind. It was much more delicious than bacon.

Shen Muyin looked at the dishes placed in front of Li Erya, and picked up a piece by accident.

Madam Shen silently gave him a piece of bacon.

Shen Muyin was eating pig intestines, seeing his mother's eyes were filled with tears, and the next moment he couldn't restrain himself from crying.

He cried for this rare reunion, the whole family sat down to eat together, mother is not dead, mother will definitely live a long life in this life.

"You child, why are you crying so well?" Mrs. Shen asked helplessly.

The child is so old, she has forgotten how to coax the child.

The rest of the Shen family also looked at him inexplicably.

"Delicious." Shen Muyin choked up.

The clumsy excuse did not make other people suspicious, but also made them try the taste of pig intestines with suspicion, and then found that it was not as bad as imagined.

Only Li Erya didn't believe it, and the child's words couldn't be trusted either. How could he cry bitterly just because he ate a mouthful, so he was lying to no one.

However, no matter how much she thought about it, she never thought that the truth had already been rejected by her.

When she came back to her senses, the pig's large intestine was gone, and Li Erya gave him a gloomy look.

Sensing the strange look in her eyes, Shen Muyin quickly stopped her tears, looked at the swept away pig intestines, and then at her family, couldn't help grinning.

"What a silly child, crying and laughing at the same time." Mrs. Shen thought he was wronged, and her heart ached.

　I have survived the two days of ice and fire, and the data still makes me feel cold, dear, can I add a favorite, if possible, would like to ask for a recommendation ticket or something.

　　


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