The story of a farmer's fierce wife

Chapter 16

Aunt Feng didn't notice her abnormality, so she just smiled and pulled her to talk about other things. One was about the old Ning's family, and the other was that so-and-so's man in the village stole a widow from a certain village. Xiao listened to it with gusto, but in the 21st century, who likes to listen to these things to pass the time.

After a while, Ren Xiao asked her: "Sister Feng, do you know who has a stone mill in the village?"

Aunt Feng didn't think too much, and said directly: "It seems that the village head has it, but my second brother and sister have it, but I don't get along with her, and I never go to her house for grinding things. I borrow them from the village head's house. Why do you use a millstone?" ? Can you push this thing by yourself?"

Ren Xiao was taken aback, is this thing big and heavy?I remember that the stone mill at grandma’s house was quite small, she could push it when she was only a teenager, so is it different here?
"Hey, sister, what do you want this millstone for? Do you want to grind something?"

"Well, I want to grind something out, but I don't know if it can be made." With a stone mill, she can try to make tofu first, and if she has soybeans, she can make tofu for sale, and there are soy milk, tofu... In addition, I wash some starch with sweet potatoes, and then I can also sell sweet potato flour on the street.By the way, it's better not to say it now, otherwise people will find out, and if you don't succeed, you will be laughed at to death.

Aunt Feng smiled, "Okay, then if you can't push that thing, then ask me to help, anyway, I have nothing to do at home."

"Okay, I will definitely find you."

Aunt Feng sat for a while before leaving with the dog. Ren Xiao looked at the sky, um, there was a prelude to rain, so she hurriedly collected her clothes, then moved the rabbit's nest to the house, and sat on the bed with little bean sprouts in her arms tell a story.

"Where did we talk about yesterday? Well, it seems to be three dozen bone spirits. Come on, let's continue. After Sun Wukong killed the woman who turned into a goblin with a stick, this Sun Dasheng was killed by Tang Seng..."

In the house, the mother and son are telling stories warmly, and there is a drizzle of rain outside. The village washed by the rain is more like an ink painting drawn by the author, which is intoxicating.

At this time, on the muddy path, someone was rushing with anger and resentment on his face. This person was Ning Feng'er, and beside her was a man in Confucian uniform. Exudes greed.

Ning Feng'er pouted and looked at the man with displeasure: "Sir, can we go home? Why do we have to go back to my mother's house now?"

A flash of disgust flashed in Lin Xiucai's eyes, with helplessness and pampering on his face: "Lady, we are going back now because of the body of our mother-in-law. Think about it, your natal second sister-in-law is arguing about the separation. Hit you, although your natal family swallowed this breath, but I can't swallow it, how can you say that you are my woman, how can this shrew beat you, besides, she knows you are a talented daughter-in-law, so she did it It’s so heavy, this time I must let her know how powerful I am.”

The anger and resentment on Ning Feng'er's face were replaced by sweetness in an instant, and she smiled shyly, "It's better for my husband to treat others well, and people don't know how to repay him."

A face that was beaten beyond recognition, showing a shy look, almost made Lin Xiucai hit someone, but when she thought that her natal family still had some valuable things, she endured it in her heart, and stretched out her hand to brush Fu Ning with a smile. Feng'er's shoulder: "Lady, it's raining heavily, it's better for you to follow me, come on, grab my sleeve!"

Ning Feng'er only felt that her face was flushed with shame, but when she thought that her face was red and swollen from being beaten by that dead woman, if Xianggong turned around at this moment, she might scare him, and she felt even more resentful towards Ren Xiao in her heart , very reluctant to rush up and scratch her face.

Braving the rain to Lao Ning's house, seeing the whole family lazily staying at home, the displeasure in the depths of Lin Xiucai's eyes became more intense, but with respect on his face, he walked towards old man Ning and Yuan Shi with a smile. gift. "My son-in-law has met his father-in-law and mother-in-law. I wish my father-in-law and mother-in-law a happy and healthy life!"

The old man Ning and Yuan Shi narrowed their smiling eyes when they saw him, and even Ning Facai grinned. His brother-in-law must have brought a lot of good things. I looked in the package and saw that there was money in it, and I laughed even more, it was his brother-in-law.

Lin Xiucai caught sight of his movements from the corner of her eye, and felt disdainful in her heart. If it wasn't because she was too old to marry her, how could she have married such a woman, and even brought this family together like maggots on tarsal bones, making people disgusted .

Reaching out his hand to take out a consistent amount of money from the package, he handed it to Yuan Shi with a smile: "Mother, this is the money my son-in-law bought supplements for my mother. Although it is not much, it is also a little bit of my son-in-law's kindness."

Yuan's eyes almost lost sight of her smile, "Good son-in-law, good son-in-law, Feng'er did not marry the wrong person, come on, sit down quickly, Mrs. Jiang, quickly serve tea to uncle!"

Mrs. Jiang curled her lips and went to the kitchen in displeasure, resentful in her heart, isn't she just a poor scholar, after so many years of examinations, except for the title of a scholar, she has nothing else. The old lady served him like a human being, no matter what kind of onion.

After boiling the water, I poured some powdered tea from a small jar to soak it, and then brought it to the table with a smirk on my face: "Brother-in-law, come, have some tea, this tea is still the good tea that father-in-law kept, I can’t bear to drink it on weekdays.”

(End of this chapter)