The ugly wife of peasant family

"What's the matter?"

Asked the village head, glaring.

We drove the ox cart to the village ten miles away and yelled to collect sweet potatoes. Many people in the village carried them out to sell them. But before we had finished the weighing, a big carriage followed us into the village and yelled that they would collect two Wen a Jin. People went there to sell it. We couldn't help it. We went to another village. As a result, it was the same situation. The carriage was just aimed at us. Yes, he would follow us wherever we went. It was always a penny higher than us, and we couldn't get a kilo of sweet potatoes. "

Xia Xi squints her eyes. If it's a coincidence that Zhoujiacun collects sweet potatoes, then it's intentional. Who can't get along with her?

She thought of it, and the village head naturally thought of it, stomping angrily, "which son of a bitch is fighting against us?"

"Do you see the sweet potato collectors?"

Xia Xi asked.

Two people nodded, "see clearly, however, listen to the accent is not like our side of the people."

Village head Leng Leng, "not local?"

They nodded. "It doesn't sound like it."

The village head looks at Xia Xi. If he is not a local, maybe someone is not aiming at him.

"Send a few more people tomorrow, let them go further to collect. Remember, let them not conflict with others, and come back if they don't get sweet potatoes."

The village head sighed, waved his hand, and let the two villagers go home first. He sat on the stool and sighed.

Xia Xi comforted him, "uncle, don't worry. When you go out tomorrow, you may be able to get sweet potatoes back."

Despite such advice, Xia Xi knows in her heart that the possibility of collecting sweet potatoes is very small. Since someone is aiming at her, she will not give her any chance.

The village head opens his mouth.

Can we not be in a hurry? Since the new year, he has been looking forward to the 15th anniversary day by day. It's easy for the workshop to start and the villagers to earn money early. But when the day comes, the sweet potatoes can't be collected. When the words come to his mouth, he thinks that Xia Xi may be more worried than himself. He swallows the words back and gasps, "OK, let's wait for tomorrow."

……

Zhang Gen drove the cart to Zhoujia village with great joy. Thinking that the sweet potatoes in the cart could be sold for 500 Wen more, he was very happy.

Everyone else came with his pocket on his back, but he was driving an ox cart full of clothes.

The head of Zhou Village saw that he walked around his cart with his hands on his back. He saw that some of his pockets were wet and there were drops of water in them. His face was not good-looking. He knocked on the cart and said, "I said, have you soaked your sweet potatoes?"

Zhang Gen was also a man with eyes. Seeing his extraordinary air, he asked with a smile, "are you..."

"I'm the head of Zhoujia village."

Zhang Gen immediately nodded, "village head, you misunderstood me. I didn't soak this sweet potato. I just sold it to the workshop in Weijia village. They washed it."

"Oh?"

On hearing this, village head Zhou was interested. "Are you coming back again?"

"No, they are too black. They only give one cent for a kilo of sweet potatoes, unlike you give two. I'm more than 500 kilos. How much less is it?"

"You grow all this yourself?"

"No..."

Zhang Gen subconsciously replied that he didn't know what he thought of. He swallowed what he said and changed his mouth. "It's not my family. It's from many families in our village. Because I have an ox cart at home, I've pulled it for them. You can have a look. My sweet potato is big."

Zhou Village head also really untied a pocket to have a look, read to nod, "really good."

"What about me

Zhang Gen asked carefully.

"Yes."

"Thank you, village head, thank you."

Line up, over said, with more than double the copper, Zhang Gen drove the ox cart, all the way back to the village.

He went directly to his mother. Before the cart stopped, he yelled, "father, mother, I'm back!"

After shouting, he drove the cart into the yard, put the reins on the cow, and entered the house with half a bag of copper.

"Father, mother, rich!"

Zhang Gen's parents were all in the room. Seeing how he was yelling, Zhang Gen's father was just about to scold him. Zhang Gen collapsed all the copper plates on the Kang.

Zhang Gen's father glared, "so many?"

"Yeah, hehe."

Zhang genniang also widened her eyes and touched the copper plate. It was true. She couldn't be excited. "How can there be so many?"

Zhang Gen stretched out two fingers, grinning to show off, "two Wen, I sold two Wen a Jin."

Zhang genniang was overjoyed. "Oh, your father-in-law is really OK. I'll give you one more cent per kilogram."

"It's not him!"

Mentioning his father-in-law, Zhang Gen was very angry. "How can I stand up to such a father-in-law, even my son-in-law?"

"What's the matter?"

Zhang Gen told the whole story, and finally said, "fortunately, after I got out of the village, I saw someone who went to Zhoujia village to sell sweet potatoes. I inquired about it. Otherwise, I would have lost more than 500 Wen in vain."

Zhang genniang was dissatisfied with the village head. After hearing this, Zhang genniang could not hold down her anger. "Your bloody father-in-law, who married his daughter and didn't come back to press the bottom of the box, is shameful enough. Now he wants to pit you. How can he be so cruel?"

Zhang gendad couldn't listen any more, "OK, you should say less."

Zhang genniang turned her lips and stopped talking.

Zhang Gen grabbed a few coppers and handed them to his mother, "mother, take these to buy some delicious food, and then give my father some wine."

Zhang genniang covered her hands tightly and saw that there was still a lot of copper. She said, "root, you are using your brother's ox cart. You can't use it for nothing. You can also give your brother some money."

"All right."

Zhang Gen counted out fifty Wen and put them aside. Then he put away the rest of the copper. "Mother, give this fifty Wen to elder brother."

Zhang genniang was overjoyed.

Zhang Gen took the copper plate and went out. After a few steps, he came back again. "Dad, mom, I've made money by pouring sweet potatoes. You two elders can't go out to talk about it, so that some people in the village will not think about it and follow me."

"I know. Don't worry. I don't want to tell my mother about the money."

Zhang Gen went home humming a tune with a copper plate.

Wei Lian is washing clothes. On a cold day, she even has hot water. Her hands are frozen into radishes.

Zhang didn't like her at all. It wasn't until Wei Qian gave him some advice on New Year's greetings and told him to pour sweet potatoes on him that he was a little better to Wei Lian.

As soon as this happened today, Zhang Gen was even more unhappy with Wei Lian. He walked over with his arm hanging and swayed in front of her with a money bag. "Do you know how much money I made today?"

Wei Lian didn't say a word and went on washing.

Zhang Gen spat at her and began to pull out her hair. "Did you hear me talking to you?"

Wei Lian's scalp hurt when she was pulled up. She stopped and asked, "how much did you earn?"

Zhang Gen shook the money bag, "hundreds of Wen! I earn more than your father and your useless brother put together. "

Wei Lian stopped talking.

The more Zhang Gen looked at her face, the more angry he was. He let go of his hand and kicked over the basin. The clothes and water came out and splashed all over Wei Lian.

Zhang Gen also felt that it was not enough, swearing, "go to cook for me, I've worked hard all day, I want to eat well."

Wei Lian didn't dare to say anything. She got up, wiped her hands on her body, went to the kitchen, scooped out a bowl of white noodles, rolled out the noodles, cooked them, and brought them to the house.

Zhang Gen ate three big bowls and his stomach was round. He couldn't eat any more. He took the remaining noodles and spat a few mouthfuls of saliva in it. Then he said, "yes."

Wei Lian's lips moved, but he didn't say anything. Zhang Gen had already kicked him, "Damn, I'll give you something to eat, and I dare to be choosy."

Wei Lian was kicked to the ground. Before she got up, the two children ran in from the outside.

Zhang Gen immediately changed a face, "you say you can fall somersault even if you walk, don't get up quickly."

Big sensible hands to help, "Niang, how do you always fall?"

Wei Lian didn't dare to say anything.

Zhang Gen smilingly, the noodles to the table, "must be too tired to work, eat this bowl of noodles."

Wei Lian picked up the bowl and finished the noodles without expression. Then she cleaned the dishes and went to the kitchen to brush them. She put the clothes that Zhang Gen had kicked back into the basin and began to wash.

……

As like as two peas, the village chief sent two people out of the village on the second day. A day later, a sweet potato was also confiscated.

The village head is sure that someone is targeting them. "I'll follow you tomorrow. I'll see who is targeting US."

Xia Xi's eyes flashed light, "no, I'll follow you tomorrow."

"I'll go."

Wei Qian spoke.

Xia Xi waved, "no, I'll send an ox cart tomorrow. I'll follow."

On the third day, Xia Xi went back to Weijia village early, riding a carriage, following the cattle cart collecting sweet potatoes.

Soon after they left the village, there was an ox cart slowly following them. The two big men on the ox cart were not countrymen.

The coachman noticed it and reported it to Xia Xi in a low voice.

Xia Xi opened the car curtain, looked back, and ignored it.

The ox cart went out for more than ten miles before entering the first village.

As soon as the man who went to collect sweet potatoes yelled, some people in the village came out to inquire. When they heard that sweet potatoes could be sold for money, they all went home to recite them.

The bullock cart that followed always stopped and didn't come forward. When they saw the villagers coming out with sweet potatoes on their backs and weighing them well, they drove the bullock cart around Xia Xi's carriage and entered the village, shouting loudly, "take sweet potatoes, no matter what, two Wen a Jin!"

When the villagers heard this, they all ran to his side.

Again

The sweet potato man looks at Xia Xi.

Xia Xi motioned to them to be calm.

There is a lot of hot and bustling over there. People rush to sell them. There is no one on their side. Two sweet potato collectors can't hang on their faces. They want to remind Xia Xi, or they can get two cents a kilo. But Xia Xi's appearance is that they don't want to, so they don't dare to open their mouth and stand there dejected.

Half an hour later, a lot of sweet potatoes were collected there. Seeing that the ox cart could not be loaded, Xia Xi asked the villagers to collect the scales and go to other villages.

As soon as they left, they didn't accept the sweet potatoes. They threw the sweet potatoes and followed them.

Walking to the next village, he was stopped by Xia Xi, who was leaning on the side of the carriage with a smile, "you two, let's talk?"