Chapter 30 This is strange. Is there any happy event in the village recently?

Chapter 30 This is strange. Is there any happy event in the village recently?

The tall, strong young man spoke clearly and openly.

Shui Qing: ....The Hu family has a really good family tradition.

When it was time for dinner, Hu Wenhua was surprised to find that after finishing the poached eggs on the bowl, there were still two poached eggs lying on the bottom of the bowl!

He looked at his sister in surprise, his strong body trembling slightly.

"Uncle, what's wrong with you?" Seeing Hu Wenhua stop eating well, Fan Hu asked curiously.

"The noodles made by grandma are delicious. Uncle, please eat them quickly, or they will be gone later." Fan He urged.

Yan Qiu, the eldest, was afraid that they would eat too quickly and choke, so he persuaded them softly: "It's okay, mother said, I've cooked two big iron pots, I'm sure there will be enough food."

"Hmm, there's only one poached egg per person, but the gnocchi is enough." Xing Hui took over.

There were so many people that there was no room to sit in the room, and there were not enough tables and chairs.

The adults were squatting in one place holding earthenware bowls while eating and chatting about the harvest in the fields, city entry fees, and the latest price of rice...

Their children didn't like to listen, so they gathered together to talk about eating and drinking. However, the fifteen-year-old uncle did not crowd with the adults, but joined them.

Hu Wenhua was stunned for a moment when he heard his niece's words, "Only one per person?"

"What's the matter, uncle, do you still want to eat? I still want to eat too;

The poached eggs, fried until golden on both sides, are fragrant and soft, especially the edges of the eggs, which are crispy and crunchy when you bite them. "Xing Hui thought his uncle was greedy, so he followed suit.

It was okay if she didn't say it, but when she did, the others suddenly felt even more hungry.

But greedy is greedy, no one will ask my mother-in-law to make more for them to eat.

Eggs are a rare food that can be exchanged for salt and other things. In the past, they were not eligible to eat them, and they didn't even have a share of the egg water in the steamed eggs.

Now that my mother-in-law has given her a whole family, everyone is the same, and everyone is content.

When Fan Jiang was a child, he often followed his uncle up trees to dig out bird's nests and down rivers to catch fish. He had the deepest affection. He begged, "Uncle, please don't go home today, okay?"

Let me tell you, our chickens can lay eggs. My eldest sister picked up twelve eggs this morning!

I brought back six more chickens today, and I might have twenty eggs when I get up tomorrow morning. If you stay, grandma will be able to eat eggs if she makes them tomorrow. "

Hu Wenhua smiled.

He heard from his niece and nephew that they all only had one egg, but he only had three eggs!

My sister feels sorry for his younger brother.

"No, your work is done. My uncle will go back and buy you some delicious food in a while."

The children were short and thin, and they needed to replenish their bodies. How could he stay and eat their eggs?

He had to go back to help and bring some money to his sister. Now that the family is divided, he no longer has to hide the delicious food and can bring it to his sister.

The five children were unhappy when they heard that their uncle was going back.

Yan Qiu said: "Uncle, we are picking mushrooms, and my mother-in-law said we can sell them for money. When we make money, we can also buy delicious food for you and my grandparents!"

Hu Wenhua touched his niece's withered and yellow hair, feeling sour in his heart.

My sister and her children had a very hard time.

He did not refuse, but responded: "...Okay."

After hearing Hu Wenhua's promise, the children suddenly became very excited and told him various interesting stories about picking mushrooms.

For example, where has the most bamboo mushrooms, which ones are the most delicious, and the lady who opened the umbrella said the price is much less...

We had dinner early, and after eating, the sky was still bright. Butcher Hu wiped his lips and said, "Okay, my daughter and son-in-law, we are going back!"

From Shanshui Village to Niutou Town, it took half an hour even if they walked quickly. They had to hurry up and get home, otherwise it would be inconvenient to travel at night in the dark.

Shui Qing also understood this truth, turned around and went into the house to take out the prepared brown sugar.

Butcher Hu's rugged face was serious, and he was about to curse in a deep voice when he heard his daughter say softly: "The brown sugar is for my mother-in-law to nourish the body;

I kept some for myself, and Yan Qiuxing had enough to drink when he returned home. "

Butcher Hu realized that his daughter had said everything he wanted to say, so he swallowed it back silently.

He took the oil paper bag, weighed it and knew it weighed two kilograms. He said with a nasal voice for a while: "Okay, your mother is enjoying your blessing!"

Two kilograms of brown sugar, how much copper do you get? My daughter is really willing to give it up.

He secretly glanced at his son-in-law, and when he saw that his expression was as usual, he knew and agreed, and he immediately straightened his waist.

Before coming, the child's mother repeatedly told him not to take things from his daughter's house, for fear that if he brought things back, he would be looked down upon by his son-in-law, and his daughter would lose face in front of him and lose her status in the family.

Now that the son-in-law agrees, is it okay?

"Oh, you are a filial daughter. Butcher Hu, what else are you writing about? Take it with you quickly."

"If it were me, I would hold it in my arms quickly, for fear that others would snatch it away!"

The men who followed shouted loudly.

Butcher Hu blushed and spat: "Nonsense!"

This is brown sugar. How can you carry it in your arms? How can it be melted? Over time, it will clump.

His big palm like a cattail leaf hooked the oil paper wrapped hemp rope, and said lovingly to the children: "You are doing well at home. Grandpa will ask your uncle to send fat meat another day!"

Turning to look at his frail son-in-law, his expression turned into one of hatred, but for brown sugar's sake, he held back his silence. After nodding, he waved his hand and shouted: "Okay, go back! Don't send me away!"

The lively dozen or twenty people walked away laughing and talking.

There are many people, and the dynasty is generally stable. There are no natural disasters or man-made disasters here, so they don’t worry about safety.

Shuiqing and Fan Jin escorted them all the way to the village entrance before returning.

On the way back, they met Aunt Zhang and others who came to deliver chicken head rice.

"Fan Erjia’s wife"

Shuiqing’s temples throbbed when she heard this name.

She quickly stopped them and said, "All the aunts and sisters-in-law, just call me Shuiqing, it’s easier!"

Hearing her say this, the other women also realized that the previous name was a bit awkward, and changed their words: "Shuiqing, look at my chicken head rice. I peeled it and put it in the water as you said, and I took it out before I came. It’s so juicy and not dry at all. Is it okay?"

After saying this, he was still unsure.

Other families are afraid of soaking in water to weigh it. Will the rich young men in the capital say that they are cruel?

Shuiqing stretched out her hand and pinched it, very satisfied, "Okay, sister-in-law Guifen, did you bring the scale?"

The scale is also a rare and precious item. Only the village chief's family has it in the whole village. When they went to the village chief's house to discuss things at noon, they mentioned borrowing their scale first.

Wang Guifen immediately said: "I brought it! How can I not bring this."

"Okay, then we will go to my place together, weigh the weight and record it together with the noon weight, and distribute rice according to the recorded amount tomorrow."

"Okay!"

"I'll listen to you!"

More than a dozen women were more lively than the more than a dozen men just now. You held my arm and I held yours, carrying bamboo baskets and talking and laughing as they walked to the high ground at the edge of the village.

At the old Fan family, Fan's mother looked at the lively group of women in surprise, frowned and said: "It's strange, is there any happy event in the village recently?"