The Way of the Peasant Mother-in-law

Zhao shi stopped crying. She felt that her tears were wasted and it was not worth being angry with the fool, so she continued to wrap her dumplings with her head down.

Zhulan clapped her hands, heard the Zheng family’s movement, and motioned for the Li family to go out and have a look.

Li’s obedient went out to have a look and came back soon, “Mother, Wang Laosi’s family has moved into the Zheng’s house, and they are given five cents a day. Aunt Zheng has a really dark heart.”

Zhao Shi sneered, “Whoever makes Wang Laosi act generous, seems to be richer than the landlord, Aunt Zheng doesn’t kill him.”

She looked down on Wang Laosi, her wife did not protect her, and her daughter was treated as if she didn’t see it. What honesty, in her eyes, Wang Laosi was a useless person.

She is still her own husband. She protects her and her daughter. Every time she goes out, she secretly buys delicious food for her and her daughter. Thinking of her husband Zhao Shi’s face, she blushes.

Zhulan didn’t have the time to pay attention to the change in Zhao’s expression, and she was in her heart. This time, she became a neighbor. Fortunately, a new fence was cut. Otherwise, Wang Ru lived next door, and she would not be able to sleep well.

In the evening, there were two large pots of dumplings, and a table full of dumplings was placed on a table. Not to mention the four sons, each of whom had two large plates, he also filled several bowls of dumpling soup.

The eldest grandson ate seven even when she was not young. If she wasn’t afraid of accumulating food at night, she would still want to eat it.

In the end, not only did the two large pots of dumplings ate up, but also the dumpling soup was drank. Zhulan looked very sad, and a meal of dumplings was not a full-fledged dinner for the Han and Han people, and it was a poor meal.

After eating, he didn’t want to move anymore. The little grandson Ming Teng touched his round belly, “If only I could eat dumplings every day.”

Mrs. Li patted her son’s head, “I think of beautiful things. It’s not bad to be able to eat dumplings made of pure flour a few times a year.”

If you change to another home, you can have a meal for the New Year. Thinking about it like this, the sisters in the family envy her for marrying her well!

Since Boss Zhou knew his family background, he didn’t care about everything in his heart. Eating one or two dumplings is nothing. He smiled and looked at his son’s puffed up appearance, thinking of his own father and asked, “Mother, you said that Dad is here. Is it Jiangnan?”

Zhulan specifically asked his eldest nephew that it would take about ten days to travel from the county to the canal without delaying the trip by horse and carriage, and it would take at least ten days to travel south from the canal to Suzhou and Hangzhou. Next, “It is estimated that your father is still on the boat and will arrive in a few days.”

The traffic in ancient times was really pitiful, but the canal was dug, and it took longer without a canal.

Zhou Lao Er counted the days, “Isn’t it going to be a young age when Dad arrives home?”

Zhulan, “Yeah, it takes almost two months for a back and forth.”

This is still the case when the return canal is not frozen. If it is frozen, you can only take the official road slowly for a longer time.

Zhulan suddenly thought of the beautiful clouds in the south of the Yangtze River, and she didn’t know if Zhou Shuren would be blinded, hum, anyway, they were bound, and Zhou Shuren’s blindness was useless.

Zhulan felt a little emotional in her heart, she stood up and didn’t want to talk, “Everyone, hurry up and clean up the table, let’s go back to rest.”

Li Shi’s intuition was very accurate, and she noticed that her mother was not happy, “Okay mother.”

When Zhulan went out, Mrs. Li complained to her husband, “Which pot can’t be opened and lifted, mother and father haven’t been separated for so long, and the mother misses father again.”

Zhulan didn’t go far and almost slipped and fell. Bah, who would have thought of Zhou Shuren!

On the sailboat, Zhou Shuren touched the silver note in his arms. He was very lucky. Zhuo County is the transportation hub of the canal and is the most prosperous. There are many merchants going and going. During the trip, I happened to come across a fake antique seller.

He was not stupid and went up to say it was fake. Instead, he pretended to be a friend of the buyer and took the buyer away to avoid being deceived. UU reading www. uukanshu.com

Zhou Shuren sighed that the merchant was rich and powerful, and also praised his shrewdness. Giving him so much money was not a good fate. After the establishment of the new dynasty, the merchant’s status became more and more low, and it was easier not to offend the scholar. He also took over the scholar. Cheap.

Li Shuan pushed open the door and came in, “My in-laws, I went to ask. It’s been a smooth journey, and I’ll be there in two days.”

Zhou Shuren is no longer able to complain about communication, well, he has eaten enough fish, “It’s almost time.”

Li Shuan nodded, “I’m going to be stupid on board.”

Zhou Shuren saw that his in-laws took out the purse on his chest and looked at it, and then put it back carefully, because he was afraid that it would be stolen when he went out, and there were a lot of people on board.

Li Shuan touched his purse and was satisfied. With this money, even if he didn’t sell the recipe in Jiangnan, he could give the old lady an explanation when he got home.

Zhou Shuren laughed. In Zhuo County, he took advantage of the opportunity to sell the recipe to a businessman he knew. The recipe did not have much technical content. Enough for fifty taels of silver notes, the in-laws also earned less.

Zhou Shuren can’t read the book anymore, I wonder if Zhulan misses him!

In the early morning of the next day, the sky was clear, and Zhu Lan was finally able to relax and not worry about the snow disaster, instead, it was a good omen of auspicious snow.

The weather that had snowed was getting colder, the temperature was enough to freeze the meat, and the weather was good for slaughtering the pigs. After the meal, Zhu Lan instructed the boss to go to Butcher Li to kill the pigs.

The two pigs in Zhulan’s family are well-raised. Each pig weighs about 250 jin. In ancient times, 250 was considered a fat pig. Zhulan stood at the door of the pigpen full of thoughts, blood sausages, steamed pigs. Blood, stir-fried fat sausages, braised pork, sweet and sour pork ribs, cold pork ears, sauce bones, I couldn’t help swallowing.