After wearing the book, I became the first wife of a treacherous official who died early

Chapter 13 The Warm-hearted Aunt Wang
Jiang Jiu grabbed a handful of the finished sugar-fried chestnuts and put them in his pocket, and put some of them in a clay pot. There weren't too many, but when he was free, it was okay to make tooth-making sacrifices.

The Song family was ransacked before, and their properties, fields, houses, and shops were all seized. They didn't need to go to the fields to work like farmers, they just bought rice for food.

Whenever Song Xinru had free time, she would sit by the corner and buy a few pairs of insoles, so as to subsidize the family.

Ordinary insoles take about two or three days, and a pair can sell for three pennies. If there are patterns on them, it will take a long time, and the price will increase by one or two pennies.

But now rich people hire special embroiderers, and generally only ordinary people will buy them, so they can't be called the price.

"Xinru, the pattern on your insole is pretty good."

"Second sister-in-law, don't be joking." Song Xinru bit off the end of the thread with her teeth, and said, "I used to learn from Xiuniang for a year or two, but I didn't learn it after that. The techniques are a bit rusty."

What Song Xinru said was a little modest.

Although Jiang Jiu can only be regarded as a layman in embroidery, Song Xinru's stitches are fine and precise, and her needlework is also steady and steady. It can be seen that she has real kung fu.

However, the sole material chosen here is too rough, and it is a bit hairy, and it is a bit inferior when it is matched.

If you want to embroider a good embroidery picture, you have to use silk as the material alone, which is too cheap for rich and noble wives to look down on, and it can't be completed in a few months.

Needlework requires patience. Seeing that Song Xinru was busy at the side, Jiang Jiu couldn't bother her anymore.

Jiang Jiu went out and sat on the threshold, picked up a dead branch, wrote and drew on the ground, thinking about today's expenses.

Some seasonings alone cost half a tael of silver, pork is fifty cents a catty, pig's trotters are sixty cents a catty, and cakes are not too much, only thirty cents.

They spent one-tenth of it all, and it was only a day's expenses. No wonder there is a saying that "earning money is like catching ghosts, and spending money is like running water." No wonder the Song family didn't buy condiments before.

In fact, it's not just the Song family. Most ordinary people in the town can't afford it. It's not bad to have a full stomach these days, so there's more to it.

If you just rely on the herbs on Phoenix Mountain to exchange money, it is still far from enough. If there is no search function in your own space, I might not even be able to find these two Ganoderma lucidum.

Moreover, Jiang Jiu would not exchange the remaining Ganoderma lucidum in the space, that is to say, her total assets so far are only a dozen taels.

It's a long road, Jiang Jiu was thinking about what to do in the future, "Wow, woof, woof—" A few dog barks came from his ears.

I was so engrossed in thinking about things before, I didn't notice that a little yellow dog came out from nowhere, wagging its tail and running in front of Jiang Jiu, sticking out its long tongue.

Seeing its dog eyes staring straight at the chestnut in his hand, Jiang Jiu deliberately teased it, shaking the chestnut in front of it: "Want to eat?"

"Woof—" the little yellow dog barked, the corner of his mouth was cursing, and the tail behind the dog's buttocks was wagging even more cheerfully.

Still able to understand human language, Jiang Jiu casually threw one at it: "Here you are." The little yellow dog jumped up and grabbed it with his mouth, gnawed happily, and swallowed it after two grunts.

The little yellow dog finished eating in one bite, and circled around Jiang Jiu, expressing that he still wanted it.

"Hey, why did you come here, you little bastard? It made it hard for me to find it. I really ran around all day long."

Jiang Jiu turned around and saw an old woman in her 50s and [-]s walking quickly, picked up the little yellow dog, and scolded: "I'll sell you to a dog meat restaurant, how dare you sneak up to someone's door Come play wild."

The person Jiang Jiu knew was Aunt Wang who lived a little ahead and next door. Jiang Jiu also met her daughter-in-law Zhou Shi this morning.

Aunt Wang is a good person, and she is actually quite good to the Song family, unlike other people who deliberately snubbed and ridiculed the Song family because of the Song family's previous crimes, and sometimes even helped them a little bit.

"It's okay, Aunt Wang, this little yellow dog is quite obedient and didn't make trouble." Seeing the little yellow dog with its tail between its legs and yelling aggrievedly, Jiang Jiu smiled and made a relief.

"This dog's things are not cleaned up. Last time, he ran into the chicken coop and almost ate the little chicken I bought." Aunt Wang said, patting the dog's head a few times.

The old bitch that the family had raised before died, leaving behind a litter of puppies, and the rest were given away to relatives, leaving this little yellow dog to look after the house.

This little yellow dog is lively and active by nature. While Aunt Wang was washing clothes at home, he sneaked out to play by himself.

After washing the clothes, Aunt Wang realized that the dog was gone. She ran out to look for it, and just happened to see the little yellow dog doing nothing around Jiang Jiu.

They are all neighbors in the same alley, everyone knows what's going on, since Aunt Wang saw Jiang Jiu, she couldn't help saying a few words.

"Xiao Bao's second sister-in-law, don't think that Aunt Wang talks too much, since you are already married, live a good life with Yuan Ming.

Don't look at Aunt Wang's age, but she is very accurate in judging people. Although Yuan Ming has some inconveniences in her legs and feet, she is sincere in her heart. If you two work hard, life will be easier. "

"Aunt Wang, I..."

Aunt Wang patted the back of Jiang Jiu's hand, and said earnestly, "Yuan Ming, that child is not easy. He can support a family by himself, so don't keep fighting with him. Listen to Auntie and live a good life together."

Jiang Jiu: "..." But he wants my life from now on!Jiang Jiu couldn't express the pain in his heart, so he had to laugh a few times.

Seeing that Aunt Wang wanted to continue chanting, Jiang Jiu quickly changed the subject, took out some chestnuts from her pocket, and said, "I picked them up on the mountain, Aunt Wang took them back and gave the dog a taste."

"No, no, no." Aunt Wang shook her hand. It's not like she doesn't know what's going on with the Song family, so how dare she ask for other people's things.

"Not much, just treat it as a snack. Aunt Wang, just take it." Jiang Jiu stuffed it, and Aunt Wang saw that she couldn't evade it, so she had no choice but to accept it.

When the little yellow dog saw Jiang Jiu and Chestnut barking at Jiang Jiu, Aunt Wang knocked the dog's head a few times and dragged him back.

Seeing that everyone had left, Jiang Jiu stood up and patted the chestnut shell on his body, then turned around and went back home.

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"Mother, you're back." Seeing that Aunt Wang was carrying something in her apron, Mrs. Zhou hurried up, "Mother, what kind of good things are you carrying? You can smell it from a long distance, it smells old! "

Mrs. Zhou couldn't help swallowing, and stretched out her hand to grab it. Aunt Wang knocked off the paw she stretched out, and stared, "We'll eat when your father comes back!"

Zhou smiled awkwardly, and said: "Yes, I want to wait for Dad to come back. I don't want to have a look, I don't want to eat."

Mrs. Zhou held Aunt Wang's arm, looked straight into Aunt Wang's bib, and saw through the gap: "Oh, isn't this a chestnut! It's still fried, no wonder I said it smells old. "

(End of this chapter)