The Vicious Fat Wife Dressed as a Disabled General

Chapter 83 Food Cannot Be Wasted
"It has nothing to do with your clothes. You were willing to help me that day in Huang Daxian Temple. I will always remember this kindness."

Aunt Su knew that she was right. Jiang Zhinuan was a good person who repayed her kindness, so she didn't politely take the fish. Right now, she will follow Jiang Zhinuan to fetch cotton cloth and make new clothes for them. .

"Tomorrow, I will send it to you tomorrow. It's getting late, so don't make a trip."

Jiang Zhinuan brought this cotton cloth to the small wooden house in the reed marsh before. She has been busy building the house these days and has no time to make clothes. Aunt Su is willing to help, which is the best.

"Okay, I'll wait for you to deliver it tomorrow, don't forget to measure the size."

"Good~"

In this other world, there are still more good people than bad people, such as Uncle Zhang, Aunt Su~
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"Are you back?" Uncle Zhang was sitting at the door smoking a pipe.

"Well, I'm going to cook."

Uncle Zhang patted the seat beside him: "No rush, come and sit down first."

"what happened?"

"I'll let you know the price of the shipbuilding."

Jiang Zhinuan's eyes lit up: "That's fast?" After saying that, he gave a thumbs up: "As expected of me, Uncle Zhang, how much is it?"

"At least get this number!"

Jiang Zhinuan looked at the two fingers stretched out by Uncle Zhang: "Two taels of silver?"

Uncle Zhang shook his head.

Not two or two?Is it possible to ask for 20 taels?How expensive is a boat?Jiang Zhinuan's eyes were full of surprise.

Sure enough, she guessed right, Zhang Abo opened his mouth, and built a smaller awning boat according to her idea, which cost at least 20 taels of silver. Earn a labor fee.

After Jiang Zhinuan listened, the light in his eyes dimmed.

It seems that she has no chance to follow the boat: "Forget it, I look at the bamboo raft and it's pretty good. I'll think about the black awning boat when I make money in the future. Right now, I really don't have the strength."

Uncle Zhang nodded, 20 taels is not a small amount.

He has worked hard all his life, and now he only has savings of a few dozen taels, and 20 taels is already a sky-high price for ordinary people.

"Think about it. If you really need it, I have the money here. You can use it first."

Jiang Zhinuan raised the corner of his mouth and smiled: "20 taels, Uncle Zhang, are you going to lend me pension money?"

"What's wrong with that?"

Jiang Zhinuan looked at Uncle Zhang who was sitting next to her smoking a cigarette, and suddenly stretched out his hand to smoke the cigarette in his hand, imitating Uncle Zhang, knocking on the sole of his shoe before handing it over: "Smoking less, this Stuff is not good for the body."

Uncle Zhang smiled: "It's just such a hobby, I can't stop it."

Jiang Zhinuan stared at him, Zhang Abo could only nod: "Okay, okay, I will smoke less."

"Well, I'm going to cook."

Jiang Zhinuan was an orphan before time-traveling, and never felt the love of his father and mother. Now after time-traveling, the original owner's parents have died early, so he has no chance.

The simple and kind Uncle Zhang made her feel the great fatherly love at that moment.

He has been to the reed marsh, and he is not optimistic about her running a breeding farm, but Jiang Zhinuan can't afford the 20 taels of boats, and Uncle Zhang can give them to her by opening his mouth.

Jiang Zhinuan felt warm in her heart, of course she wouldn't use Zhang Abo's money.

Right now the bamboo raft can be used to make do with it, but if she wants a black awning boat, she has to wait until her duck farm has made money before making any plans.

Jiang Zhinuan went to the kitchen and searched for the dishes in the kitchen, seeing the ones that were about to go bad, they had to eat first.

The temperature in spring has started to rise, the Chinese cabbage at home can't be kept anymore, and the roots are already showing signs of damage. Jiang Zhinuan picked two and chopped them into stuffing. Half of them were mixed with eggs and half with pork to make dumplings. eat.

The two children came over, An Bao was here to help, Ning Bao saw Jiang Zhinuan's hand was rubbing the face so tight, he wished he could grab a piece to make a clay figurine.

White flour is food that cannot be wasted. Di Qing came over in a wheelchair and let them go and play.

An Bao was very obedient, he washed his hands and stood next to Jiang Zhinuan and said that he could roll the slices, but when Ning Bao refused to play, his mouth flattened and he was aggrieved, and he would drop Jin Doudou.

As the saying goes, a crying child gets candy.

If it was true, Uncle Zhang came back from the door, seeing Ning Bao's pitiful appearance, his heart softened for a moment, and he grabbed a piece of noodles and wanted to let Ning Bao play with it.

Di Qing resolutely refused.

How long has it been since you were hungry and had nothing to eat?

Food is to be cherished, not to be wasted.

"Don't play!" Di Qing didn't say much, and just scolded Ning Bao with a cold face.

Ning Bao was so frightened by his appearance that he burst into tears, Jiang Zhinuan sighed, complaining about Di Qing in his heart, wouldn't he say something well?

"Good~" Jiang Zhinuan patted his face, and hugged Ning Bao in his arms.

She squatted down and patiently explained to Ning Bao: "It's noon on the day of hoeing, and the sweat drops to the soil. Who knows what's on the plate? Every grain is hard work. Do you understand?"

Ning Bao shook his head.

Four or five years old have already gone to kindergarten in modern times, and they can recite these poems fluently, but An Bao and Ning Bao have never been to school, no one taught them these things, and it is normal for them not to understand.

"Ning Bao, this is grain, not a toy. You have never seen a farmer facing the loess with his back to the sky when you were young. It takes a lot of work to plow the ground, sow, weed, water, harvest, thresh, and then dry the flour. To become like this, every process is very hard, so we can't waste it, understand?"

Ning Bao seems to understand, but mother has more words, so it should be more reasonable than father, so she just nodded.

Jiang Zhinuan rubbed her little head: "After you settle down, mother will teach you how to read and write."

"Good~"

Ning Bao gave up the idea of ​​making clay figurines out of dough, but still lowered his head aggrievedly.

Jiang Zhinuan smiled, turned around and cut a piece of dough, to make room on the chopping board: "You can't make clay figurines, but you can make dumplings with your brother."

"Is it okay? Mother?" An Bao and Ning Bao's eyes lit up instantly.

"Okay, but let's talk about it first, you pack it yourself, no matter whether it's good or bad, you have to eat it yourself, okay?"

The two little heads nodded like pounding garlic.

Di Qing sighed helplessly, Jiang Zhinuan was still soft-hearted, but he didn't want to refute the decision she made, so he just urged the two of them to wash their hands clean before coming back.

The wind in the evening is very comfortable.

They sat in the yard around the stone table to make dumplings, Di Qing rolled the skin, Jiang Zhi warmed the buns, Zhang Abo lit a fire and boiled water in the kitchen, and the two children followed suit in a decent manner.

The small days are also considered happy.

While the dumplings were in the pot, there was a knock on the door.

It was getting dark, Uncle Zhang lit a lantern in the stove, and walked outside, muttering, "Who is it? Why are you here at this time?"

"Bang bang bang!" The knock on the door was urgent and dry.

Uncle Zhang felt sorry for his wooden door, and quickly got up: "Here, come, don't knock!"

(End of this chapter)