Time space: the rough man's sick beauty, she turned wild

Chapter 78 Extra Cotton

old money family

Seeing another plate of pickled vegetables on the dining table, Qian Zhizhi slapped the chopsticks on the dining table.

"Second sister-in-law, can't you order some other dishes? Pickled vegetables in the morning, pickled vegetables at noon, and pickled vegetables in the evening, eating like this every day, who can stand it?" Qian Zhizhi stared at Shen Zhimei sideways, and said angrily.

Shen Zhimei lowered her head, not daring to take a breath.

In Lao Qian's house, Qian Zhizhi and Qian Dabao are the dear ones of Mrs. Qian, and anyone who dares to say no will be sprayed to death by Mrs. Qian's saliva.

"What are you still doing there? I'm deaf, didn't I hear Zhizhi say that she doesn't want to eat pickles?!" Mrs. Qian glanced at Shen Zhimei, and cursed directly.

If the good things in the house don't stick to my sister-in-law first, this black-hearted and rotten person, no matter how she hints, he will not take out the two beds of cotton wool and cotton.

A waste that can't even give birth to a son is equipped with such a good cotton wool?

And those two losers...

I didn't wear a new padded jacket last year, and I didn't die from freezing, but this year is more expensive?

I also want to wear a new padded jacket, so it's worth it for her two losers!

Thinking of this, old lady Qian became furious.

"Zhizhi, I'll take a cucumber and mix it with you, do you think it's okay?" Shen Zhimei slightly raised her eyes to look at Qian Zhizhi, her voice was cautious.

Before Qian Zhizhi frowned, Mrs. Qian slapped the table, stood up and cursed loudly.

"You black hearted and rotten intestines, early in the morning, you let Zhizhi eat that unappetizing food, you little whore can't see my Zhizhi so well."

Shen Zhimei, Da Ya, and Er Ya Niang shrank in fright.

Seeing the actions of several people, Qian Dabao, who was peeling boiled eggs, grimaced triumphantly at his wife.

Qian Xingwang looked at his wife and daughter with a frown, opened his mouth, and was about to say something when Old Madam Qian gave him a cold stare.

Shen Zhimei's eyes were red, she didn't dare to refute.

Old Qian's things are all kept in Mrs. Qian's room. Without her nodding, who would dare to touch them?

Shen Zhimei is not stupid, she knows what old lady Qian is thinking.

But she couldn't nod, not only because of what her mother said that day, but also because of the painstaking efforts of her two poor daughters and younger sisters.

The younger sister is weak and it is not easy to earn some money. How can she ruin her younger sister's heart.

Don't say that mother will not forgive her, even if she herself will not forgive herself.

The moment the trumpet sounded to urge workers, Qian Xingsheng and Xie Xiaofen, who had been sitting at the table watching the show, quickly picked up the rice bowls in front of them, and took half of the bowl of wild vegetable soup in front of them with the plate of pickled vegetables into their stomachs.

Seeing Qian Xingsheng and Xie Xiaofen get up and go out, Qian Xingwang frowned and tugged at Shen Zhimei who was standing, and whispered: "Hurry up and eat, it's time to go to work."

"Eat, eat, eat, what to eat? What can you do? What can you eat? What kind of wicked things did my old Qian family do in my previous life? In this life, there will be such a filthy thing." The old lady Qian pinched her waist. Curse.

Shen Zhimei bit her lip, not daring to gnaw, and went out with a hoe with red eyes.

Seeing this, Da Ya Er Ya hurriedly ran after him with a basket and a sickle.

For the little ones, when they go, they just help the adults to fight, pull grass, and help the adults gather up the weeds on the ground.

When farming is busy, pick up the ears of rice in the field or go to the grain drying field to help drive away the sparrows that steal.

At the end of the day, there are only one or two work points.

Qian Xingwang glanced at the old lady Qian who was pinching her waist and kept cursing at the gate of the courtyard. With her head drooping, she picked up the hoe she had left at the gate of the courtyard and left silently.

Old Madam Qian glanced at the half bowl of untouched wild vegetable soup on Qian Xingwang's seat, and she was so angry that she cursed again in the direction of the gate of the courtyard.

Those who suffered thousands of knives and were struck by lightning kept going out one after another.

"Mother, I'm hungry." Qian Zhizhi felt her mother was deafening her ears.

The woman and the two money-losers ran away two miles away. Even if her mother yelled and split her throat, no one could hear her!

Instead, it made her dizzy.

"Then wait, mother is going to cook you two sugar-watered eggs?" Mrs. Qian stopped cursing for a moment, and turned to go into the room to get the eggs.

These days, most families are not well-off, and the chickens in the family have to save up eggs to exchange for soybeans, cornmeal, miscellaneous grain noodles, food stamps and so on.

Few people are willing to cook and eat by themselves.

Just leave a few eggs with poor quality, mostly for the old people in the house to eat.

"Grandma, I also want to eat sugar-watered eggs." Qian Dabao stuffed half an egg into his mouth, jumped off the bench, followed and grabbed old lady Qian's clothes, muttering.

"Okay, okay, Dabao, who gave me milk, will also cook two sugar-watered eggs." Mrs. Qian replied repeatedly.

"Grandma, I want to eat three sugar-watered eggs." Qian Dabao tugged at the corner of the old lady Qian's clothes coquettishly.

"Okay, okay, my grandma will cook three sugar-watered eggs for my Dabao." Old lady Qian responded with a smile.

"Mother..." Qian Zhizhi pouted.

"I'll cook six, and each of your aunts and nephews will have three." Mrs. Qian said with a smile.

"Mother is so kind!" Qian Zhizhi happily jumped up and moved to the old lady Qian's side, holding her arm and acting like a spoiled child.

"The milk is so good!" Qian Dabao imitated the example, and also tugged at the corner of the old lady Qian's clothes, sweetly speaking.

After eating three eggs in sugar water, Qian Dabao took the slingshot and went to play with his friends in the village.

Qian Zhizhi pushed the bowl away, wiped her mouth, got up and went to Mrs. Qian's room.

At this moment, Mrs. Qian was packing up the things in the long cabinet.

She was reluctant to eat the pastries that Li Qiuhua brought, and locked them all in the long cabinet, hoping to keep her daughter-in-law's house as a gift in return.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Mrs. Qian pursed her lips and signaled Qian Zhizhi to look at the things in the long cabinet.

These things are the dowry she saved for her daughter.

Qian Zhizhi stretched her head, her eyes lit up immediately.

Dragon and Phoenix towels, mandarin duck pillows, ceramic jars, kettles...

After looking at each one, Qian Zhizhi frowned, "Mother, why is there no cotton wool?"

She made an agreement with him that the bride price would be one hundred and he had to buy her a lady's watch.

If her family can't even bring out the dowry for two beds of cotton wool, what will his mother think of her?

When she entered the door, she had to be overwhelmed by his snobbish sister-in-law.

"I asked your uncle to help find cotton the year before last, but the cotton production has been low in the past two years, and the cotton distributed by each family is not enough for them to use. How can there be any surplus to sell." Old lady Qian sighed.

These days, which family doesn't have one or two children to marry, who doesn't want to save the little cotton they share for their own daughters and children.

Unless it is someone who is waiting for the rice to be cooked, but where can such a family get extra cotton? !

"Didn't the second sister-in-law have two ready-made beds?!" Qian Zhizhi glanced at the direction of Shen Zhimei and Qian Xingwang's house.

(End of this chapter)