The ugly wife of peasant family

The two people in the kitchen were so busy that they didn't notice that the old woman had watched them quietly.

Mr. Zhang added firewood to the stove. Seeing that Xia Xi finished the dumplings, he whispered, "today, please."

Xia Xi used a spoon to push the dumplings in the pot a few times, so as not to stick to the bottom of the pot and cover it. Then she said, "make a dumpling. What's the trouble? If you want to eat, you can call me at any time."

Mr. Zhang opened his mouth, but at last he only uttered two words, "thank you."

"No

Master Zhang didn't know what to say. There was silence in the kitchen, only the sound of firewood crackling in the stove.

When the water boils, Xia Xi lifts the lid of the pot and adds a little cold water. She is just about to put the lid on,

"Are you good at medicine?"

Mr. Zhang asked suddenly.

Xia Xi's hand meal, and then cover the pot, "will be a little bit."

Mr. Zhang pursed his lips and said, "can you..."

Did not wait for him to finish, Xia Xi then took the words, "even if you don't say, I also plan to help the old man check it today."

Mr. Zhang seemed relieved. "Thank you very much."

"Don't hope too much. I'm not very good at medicine."

Mr. Zhang said softly, "well," and after a long time, he whispered again, "the doctor said that her illness is very dangerous, and she may die at any time. I don't ask for anything else, just ask her to reduce her pain."

For the sake of his mother's disease, he saw all the doctors in the county, and even went to Fucheng. But every doctor said the same thing. He wanted to go to the capital, but,

Pop! The firewood in his hand was broken, so Mr. Zhang came back and added it to the stove.

The dumplings are ready and served.

The old lady asked Xia Xi to sit down.

Mr. Zhang took vinegar and asked them one by one. Then he poured it into the bowl.

"Lady Xia, eat. Don't mention it."

Hello, old lady.

Xia Xi picked up chopsticks and put a dumpling into Qi'er's bowl.

Mr. Zhang clamped one for the old lady. The old lady picked it up and took a bite. "Well, it's delicious. I haven't had such delicious dumplings for a long time."

"If it's delicious, you can eat more. If I close the stall early in the future, I'll often come to pack it for you."

"That's very kind of you. I'm blessed."

After that, he ate a dumpling and said, "last time, ze'er brought me the boiled fish from home, but it didn't taste good. After that time, I couldn't forget it."

"For your health, it's better to eat less spicy food. If you want to eat it, I'll make it for you alone another day."

"What's the point?"

The old woman objected, "on this cold day, if you eat a bowl of spicy boiled fish, it's all hot. If it's not spicy, what's the fun?"

"The doctor also told you to eat less spicy food."

Mr. Zhang put in a word.

The old woman glared at him, "I can live for a few days. If I don't eat what I like now, I can't eat what I want to eat when I leave."

Mr. Zhang's face darkened.

Xia Xi makes a comeback, "old lady, you are in good health. Don't think about it."

"Old lady, just call me Aunt Zhang."

"Aunt Zhang."

Xia Xi was kind and put a dumpling in her bowl. "Eat while it's hot. It's cold for a while. It's not delicious."

"You are still sensible. If only he could get me a good daughter-in-law like you."

With that, he glared at Mr. Zhang again. "It's just that this thing doesn't hold up, and even a daughter-in-law can't get it."

Mr. Zhang bowed his head and ate a mouthful of dumplings. He didn't dare answer.

………

After dinner, Zhang Ye habitually wants to clean up the dishes and chopsticks, which is stopped by Xia Xi, "I'll come."

Aunt Zhang looked in her eyes, smiling, and climbed up her face to greet Xia Xi, "Lady Xia, you go to sit in the room with me and let him clean up. If he can't get a daughter-in-law, he deserves to do it himself."

Mr. Zhang

Silently took the chopsticks to the kitchen to brush.

After brushing, Xia Xi is already feeling her mother's pulse.

Mr. Zhang stood still.

After the pulse, let go of Aunt Zhang's hand, Xia Xi's face is not different, and said, "your condition is not so serious. As long as you take good care of it, you will live a long life."

Aunt Zhang laughs, "you are such a good talker. Let alone live a long life. Just let me live to see my son marry his daughter-in-law."

"Yes."

Xia Xi answers a voice, stand up, "I should go back, I come again another day."

"Good."

Aunt Zhang didn't detain her. She told Zhang Ze, "find a carriage to take them back."

Xia Xi just has something to say to Zhang Ye. She doesn't refuse. After thanking him, she leads Qi'er out.

Mr. Zhang came out after her, went out of the gate and asked, "how is my mother?"

Xia Xi's face is a little heavy. To tell the truth, "it's not very good."

Master Zhang's face sank.

"I'll get a set of silver needles, and I'll start to give her acupuncture in a few days. If I recuperate well, there won't be any danger in a short time“

"I'll go with you!"

……

The blacksmith was working on the iron. He watched them from a distance, leading the children over. He almost hit himself. He threw the things he wanted to hit back into the stove and said, "Master Zhang, you're here."

While talking, Zhang Ye and Xia Xi have come to him.

The blacksmith looked at Master Zhang, Xia Xi and Qi Er, and finally his eyes returned to master Zhang's face.

Mr. Zhang is young and good-looking. Standing on the street, he waves casually. Some girls are willing to marry him. Why do you take a fancy to such a woman with children? The most important thing is that even if she is a smelly blacksmith, she doesn't like her.

"I want a set of silver needles."

Xia Xi comes to the point.

Some of the blacksmith didn't come back, "ah?"

"A set of silver needles."

Mr. Zhang repeated in a deep voice.

In the blacksmith's heart, there was an excited spirit, and he was in a panic. "Good, good, good."

They said a set of silver needles, and hastily added, "a set of silver needles is not cheap."

"You just fight with good materials. You can't live without silver."

Xia Xi said.

The blacksmith looked at Mr. Zhang, who said in a deep voice, "do as Lady Xia asked."

It turned out to be Lady Xia. The blacksmith kept it in mind and nodded, "I know. How many days will it take?"

"The sooner the better."

The blacksmith made a gesture, "ten days. It's a fine job. You can't be careless."

"All right."

When the silver needle was fixed, Mr. Zhang accompanied her to rent a carriage and helped them pay for it. Seeing the carriage go far away, he turned and went home.

The coachman has been taking people to the door, Xia Xi's wife got out of the car, just walked into the courtyard, a figure rushed out from the yard over there, rushed at her, and yelled, "You cheap thing, my big brother will be killed by you."