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

Chapter 689 Daughter and Father

Chen Rou's face suddenly bulged with anger.

"You little girl, I serve you every day to eat, drink and have fun. If you don't treat me better, you will throw me away when you see your father. Let me tell you, you don't want to have half a mouthful of milk today."

This happened not once or twice, the little girl seemed to be particularly clingy to Shen Zhuo, Chen Rou swore that every day when Shen Zhuo was not around, it was definitely her mother who would shit and urinate for her.

Zhang Lan came out to pour the swill. Seeing this scene, she helplessly reminded the person whose mouth was sticking out to the sky.

"Girl Rou, this daughter is my father, and my son is my mother. Besides, when the bean sprouts were born, it was Shen Zhuo who took care of her all day. I'm afraid she has already remembered the feeling Shen Zhuo gave her."

Speaking of this, Chen Rou has nothing to say, kiss Shen Zhuo, let's kiss Shen Zhuo, at least kiss father.

During lunch, Chen Rou talked about someone picking vegetables in the vegetable garden. If it was any other time, they would just pick them. We are all neighbors. It is impossible not to go to other people’s vegetable gardens to pick vegetables. Condition.

"It seems that they are all planning to save their own vegetables and harm other people's homes first. After all, it will take some time before Zaidao comes out."

"At noon, I will go to the field to pick all the vegetables that can be picked. The godmother will wash them in boiling water in the afternoon, and then dry them. Let's make pickles."

The people in the village have almost dug up the wild vegetables on the mountain. If Shen Zhuo doesn't take any measures, it is estimated that the whole village will regard his vegetable garden as a wild vegetable field.

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard someone shouting outside.Shen Zhuo was holding the child in his hands, and it was naturally inconvenient to see what happened, so Chen Rou stood up.

"I'll go and have a look first, you guys eat first."

After walking to the end of the alley in her house, she heard Feng Guihua cursing loudly, and Aunt Liu was the one being scolded.

Aunt Liu had run out of rice during Chinese New Year. She sold most of her family's rice behind her back and exchanged it for a silk dress. As a result, the silk dress was torn up by the idiot. Naturally, she was given a good lesson by the Liu family, her nose was bruised and her face was swollen, and she was not given food.

Under such circumstances, Aunt Liu would naturally go to the village people’s house every day, and she would just show up at the meal time. Once or twice, everyone would think it didn’t matter. After a long time, she would be disgusted by others. Stealing, the glutinous rice flour that someone else just made out of the sun was stolen in one turn. No, the one who stole happened to be from Feng Guihua's family.

"You're an old thing, you're getting old, and you learn to steal things."

"You fart, my mother didn't steal your things, you can't pack your own things tightly, who is to blame?"

Chen Rou has listened to such uninspired swearing for a long time, and her ears are already callused. She still wonders, if she has time to swear, why don't she spend more time farming? Didn't the imperial court release a list to ask for more land? ?
Chen Rou left, so naturally she didn't hear the exciting part behind.

"Feng Guihua, you have no conscience, don't think that the people in the village don't know about it. You just gave birth to that stinky girl who refused to give her milk. You still say that the stinky girl is weak in the village. You think the people in the village don't know, yes You starved to death that stinky girl."

Feng Guihua's daughter disappeared the next day out of thin air and became the talk of the villagers, but no one dared to say that it was Feng Guihua who made a move. Only Aunt Liu dared to say anything.

"I fought with you..."

The two women wrestled into a ball, pulled their hair for a while, and kicked the underside for a while. Gradually, the whole village gathered together to watch the excitement, which subsided some of the famine and the fear brought to the villagers.

(End of this chapter)