Traveling through the money-making life of a small peasant girl

Chapter 37 Shen Zhuo's Temperament (2)

When Wang Er's name came out of Mu Shuangwan's mouth, Shen Zhuo's expression changed. He thought that what he had done before was enough for his wife to know that some people's names could not be mentioned.

But she not only mentioned it, but also said in front of herself that she likes Wang Er, that Wang Er is younger than herself, and that Wang Er is a thousand times better than herself.

Was he not punishing her enough?
Wasn't it enough to scare her by tying her up overnight and burning down a house?Is it possible that he really wants to do it?

Why is it that you can't learn well?
The atmosphere in the room became extremely cold in an instant. Shen Zhuo raised his hand several times and put it down again. After doing this a few times in vain, he found that he still couldn't do it after all.

After sighing softly, Shen Zhuo left the room. Before leaving, he looked at Mu Shuangwan's left hand, which had been cut by a sickle during the day, and there were faint symptoms of deterioration.

When he arrived at the kitchen, Shen Qing happened to be going home. Unlike Shen Zhuo, the first thing he did when he came back was not to take a shower or wash his hands, but to pick up the bowl of rice on the table and start eating.

Compared with Shen Zhuo, Shen Qing is actually more in line with the image of a rural man, he is simple enough, not sticking to details, even though he is disheveled and sweaty at the moment, he can still eat deliciously.

As for Shen Zhuo, except when he was working, most of the time his body was clean, maybe it was really the influence of those years when he went out!

No one knew what happened to Shen Zhuo during the seven years he was away, but he only knew that the young man who didn't like to talk became more and more silent after he came back, and he didn't get better until he married Chen Rou from Wangcun.

Shen Qing ate very fast, Shen Zhuo had just filled a bowl of rice, Shen Qing had already wiped out a bowl of rice, and then began to eat the second bowl.

After Gouwa finished his meal, he put away the bowls and chopsticks. He looked at the door of Mu Shuangwan's room worriedly, and after being gouged out by Feng Guihua's eyes, he ran back to the room in fright.

After the meal, Shen Zhuo didn't say anything to anyone, and went out alone. When he came back, he had a stack of papers and a writing brush in his hand, and there were still some herbs in his pocket.

He came back late, and Shen Qing and Feng Guihua had already fallen asleep.

Most of the people in the ancient countryside were like this. They went out early to do things, came back before dark, and went to bed at night. They tried not to use lights, because these objects were very rare.

Whether it is oil lamps or candlesticks, as far as they are concerned, they use less and less.

The oil lamps in Shen’s family are mainly animal oil. In winter, Shen Zhuo would go to the mountains to hunt some prey, and then peel off the fur of the prey. Some oil lumps left on the fur were the main material of Shen’s oil lamps, and the animal’s flesh, Either it was marinated into bacon and kept until the New Year, or it was sold to towns dozens of miles away. As for the fur, because of the immaturity of the technology, most of them could not be sold and were made into winter jackets.

But it usually won’t last a year, so when necessary, they will also find some vegetable oil, wild rapeseed, or a plant on the mountain, and after rolling, they will get some very little oil.

Following the moonlight, Shen Zhuo walked to the stove and lit the dark oil lamp on the stove.

In an instant, a small part of the kitchen was illuminated by the faint light. Shen Zhuo opened the cupboard and gently took out two eggs from the egg bowl. Then, he lit a fire and quickly Made an egg soup.

　The third watch is also relatively late (shoot me to death!), everyone is a little curious about the identity of Uncle Shen Zhuo, hahaha, but don’t worry, he is not a prince or a general. In short, he is not cheating at all, just afraid Ni Meng can't guess, I love you Meng, the author is asleep, Ann!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)