The cook is very busy

Chapter 6

Mrs. Zhao poured the washing pot water out of the yard, glanced at the neighbor, and returned home, shaking the pot.

"Hey, I bought Yingzi's bamboo baskets very well today, and there are a lot of people coming in and out of her house."

Sitting on the threshold, Jia Shouwang pouted, pulled out his cigarette stick, and asked casually, "How many?"

"Yo, that's a lot, four or five miles."

"Oh, just these few people, there are many."

Mrs. Zhao stared, "Her father, it's a lot of money to sell four or five baskets and baskets a day, and it's less than half a month after calculation."

Jia Shouwang took a pinch of the cigarette holder and nodded indifferently, "Yingzi is skillful, and the baskets and baskets are solidly made, so there are many people looking for them, so let's just blah blah blah."

Mrs. Zhao thinks about it too, Yingzi is her nephew and daughter-in-law, and even if the business is completed, she will not be able to pay her tribute to herself.

Putting the basin in his hand aside, Mrs. Zhao suddenly had an idea in her heart, Yingzi's dexterity, making a basket can be sold for two dollars, if her daughter learns from Yingzi's side for a month, she will have a place to eat in the future Is it the craftsmanship?

Thinking of this, Mrs. Zhao pulled a small stool, approached Jia Shouwang with a smile and said this idea.

Jia Shouwang listened and thought about it for a while, and seemed to think that the idea was good, "Well, Chengli, I'll find some free time to go to Er Wazi's house and talk to him about it."

Ziqing washed the dishes in the stove and came out. Seeing her parents chattering happily, she raised the corners of her mouth and went over to ask what they were chattering about.

Jia Shouwang pressed the tobacco leaves in the cigarette butt, and told her about Mrs. Zhao asking her to learn crafts from Mrs. Zhang.

"Girl, don't look at your second cousin who is usually careless, that's a coincidence. If you go to learn from her..."

"I dont go."

Ziqing looked indifferent, and before Jia Shouwang and Zhao Shi could react, he turned around and went back to the main room to pour them two cups of tea.

The old couple looked at it and hurriedly took the hand, lest the girl be burned.

"Father, mother, I don't want to learn from my second cousin."

"What's the matter girl?"

"Girl, your second cousin's work is not tiring, she just sits and moves her arms and hands."

Ziqing sat on the threshold next to Jia Shouwang, and said lightly, "Father, mother, I'm not afraid of being tired."

"Then you are?"

"Father, you used to invite your second cousin to live at the west end of the village because you felt sorry for him and loved him. Now, although your second cousin is not hungry or full, you still can't take care of the family's fields. Didn't your second cousin give her away the year before last?" Has the baby been sent to her mother's house?"

Jia Shouwang took a sip of the tea, feeling neither salty nor weak, "Hey, what a girl, let's just pick the ones that matter."

Ziqing looked at her father and smiled, "Father, what I mean is, we are a good person who works hard to the end and sends the Buddha to the west. Second cousin's field relies on such an acre of thin land, and the family relies on second cousin's sister-in-law's craftsmanship. You said that I learned it in the past, isn't it obvious that I want to compete with my second cousin?"

Furthermore, although Jia Ziqing is a village girl now, it doesn't mean that she will have to live in the ditch of this village for the rest of her life. There is a lot of money.

She was born with a body that couldn't lift her shoulders or lift her hands. She hadn't done any work before, and even an embroidery needle trembled when she picked it up. Only this mouth could eat, and she also liked to eat. No matter in her previous life or this life, she loved it Only interested in pots and pans.

Jia Shouwang and Zhao Shi looked at each other, thinking that it was the daughter who made the reasoning, but with this skill, she won't be hungry after the old couple are gone.

Ziqing saw the thoughts of the old couple, she pretended not to know, and said, "Father, mother, let's not mention what I just said, just take the second cousin as an example, our family is kind to him, you speak up He was appointed to agree, but even if he agreed, there is no guarantee that he would have a pimple in his heart. After all, this is a skill to make money for food, so why should they give it to your daughter for nothing?"

Jia Shouwang paused, thoughtfully nodded, and Mrs. Zhao looked at it and said, "Come on, let's not talk about this. Don't meet the two families in the future. People are polite in front of you, but you will curse behind your back. Your grandfather If you two are okay, I have to pick the bundle of shallots, and I will use the pancakes tomorrow."

The mother-in-law left after saying this. Jia Shouwang gave a faint "um", biting the cigarette holder and leaning forward a little, squatting on the ground with his lower back leaning against the threshold, puffing out smoke rings without saying a word.

Seeing this, Ziqing also squatted on the ground, hugged his knees with his hands and supported his chin, "Father, do you want to catch up with your mother to make pancakes tomorrow?"

Jia Shouwang coughed twice, sucking on his cigarette holder, and nodded, with a trace of helplessness in his tone, "Why don't we eat pancakes when we don't get to town?"

Although Ziqing didn't take charge of the matter, she knew everything in her heart. Her father sold the few acres of fertile land in the family in order to recruit a son-in-law to marry her more than a month ago. It's not high, it costs a lot to find a matchmaker to make a match, and to organize a banquet up and down, and the rest is only ten taels of silver.

"Father, is it difficult to do business in our town?"

"What! Who said this-cough cough cough..."

Jia Shouwang spoke out anxiously, and suddenly choked on the dry smoke. Ziqing hurriedly followed him, and passed the tea bowl on the side. There was a little excitement on the face.

"Who said our business is not doing well? How much pancakes baked by your father sells? Those little bastards can't get enough! Don't think about anything now, you girl, just put it at home and grow up strong. Change your life." Tomorrow, Dad will find you a good son-in-law, give birth to two fat babies and live a good life, you still have a long time to live!"

Unexpectedly, her father's reaction was so strong, even if Ziqing wanted to ask, she couldn't say it out loud, so she had to obediently say yes, and this confirmed her previous thoughts even more.

In the early years, her family was not going well for a while, and she wanted money everywhere. The original owner didn't want to drag the elders down, so she had the idea of ​​committing suicide. Her father guessed that it was because of this trouble that she said such things to her.

After yelling just now, Jia Shouwang felt that the bird was about to fade out of his mouth. He stood up with a sullen face, and told Ziqing that he would go for a walk outside by himself to clear up his food. Chat for a while.

Ziqing listened and smiled, Lao Matou was a good wine maker just like her father, but her father was watched by her mother, but Lao Matou didn't, and the old Matou didn't care, his family was a wine maker, no Drinking wine can't make good wine.

In the middle of the night, her mother pulled out half of her father's appetizers, so that he didn't have enough to drink. She didn't touch the wine glass tonight, and she was addicted to alcohol. Her father wanted to come to ask for two drinks. wine to eat.

"Understood, father, you can go, mother will ask later, I will tell you that you have gone to the village to eat, and the caretaker will leave the door for you."

"Hey, it's better to be a girl."

Jia Shouwang looked at his daughter so obedient and obedient, he was really heartwarming, what a good girl, the bastard who ran away earlier was unlucky, he couldn't marry his daughter, and he decided to make a good match for her later!

Thinking of this, Jia Shouwang cheerfully put the cigarette stick on his shoulder, hummed a little song out of tune, and went out.

The night was sweltering, and Jia Shouwang was only wearing a short jacket. Under the afterglow of the moonlight, Ziqing looked at his father's back. He was such a strong man before, but now there is only a handful of old bones left...

(End of this chapter)