Chapter 132 Pain
Fan Qian and his son left in a relaxed state.
"I didn't expect that things were easier than we expected." Fan Erzhu sighed.
Fan Dazhu said proudly: "The second aunt is actually a fool"
They didn't even have a reason to think about it, and things went surprisingly smoothly.
The crowd dispersed, with Father Xu, Fan Qiye, Uncle Wang and other elderly people falling behind.
Uncle Wang let out a long sigh and praised Shang Shuiqing: "I know how hard you have worked. You are doing this for the sake of harmony in the village and saving face for that person."
Anyone with eyes can tell that someone dug it out.
We are all farmers who make a living by farming. If you can’t tell the difference between what is dug by a hoe and what is dug by pests, then the land has been cultivated by white people for decades.
Fan Qiye's old face was full of shame and annoyance.
If I didn't know who the digger was before, I could find out when Fan Qian opened his mouth.
The niece-in-law is trying to save face for her eldest uncle’s family and the old Fan family!
He said sheepishly: "I have wronged you, my nephew-in-law."
"No grievance." Shui Qing said sincerely, without any force.
She was waiting for Fan Qian's family to eat.
In the eyes of a few old men, this is true generosity!
For the sake of the family, the Fan family, and the reputation and harmony of the entire village, I would rather wrong myself!
Father Xu promised: "We cannot encourage the arrogance of the evildoers. If we know who it is, we will report it to the old village chief and ask him to come forward.
Our village cannot let these pests have an easy time! "
Fan Qiye gritted his teeth and said, "Yes, we can't let good people always suffer."
"One rat droppings can spoil a pot of soup. Our village will be poor, but there should be no sneaky people."
This time we actually know who did it. They were just trying to catch people and steal the stolen goods. Those people who were not caught would not admit it even if they were beaten to death.
And Shui Qing intended to let them go, so let it go.
It's just that there can't be a next time. If there is a next time, it means that you don't know how to repent, and you must be severely punished to set an example!
Shui Qing smiled, looking unconcerned.
The more magnanimous she behaves now, the more fierce Fan Qian's family will bite back later, and the more ruthless these old men in the village will do to help her.
She doesn't care.
Because soon, not only them, but the whole village will know who stole it
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When Fan Qian and others returned home, waves of aroma were already wafting from the kitchen.
"It smells so good." Fan Sanzhu swallowed.
Sun Jinhua, who came out with a large pot of potatoes, almost narrowed his eyes when he smiled. Hearing his son's words, he pursed his lips toward the main room.
He signaled to hurry up to the main room and wait for food.
Fan Sanzhu grinned and ran quickly to the main room.
The others were afraid that they would run too slow and have nothing to eat, so they ran extremely fast one after another.
Fan Zhaodi, who was walking behind, was holding most of a pot of black-faced cabbage, and the outer wall of the clay pot was hot to the touch. She had to put it down from time to time and rub her hands before she could continue.
She looked at her brothers rushing to the main room, lowered her eyebrows, and continued to hold the hot clay pot.
When the black cabbage paste was put on the table, the potatoes in the big basin were almost divided.
"Mom, grandma, these potatoes are so delicious, soft and dense, better than black noodles!" Fan Sizhu commented while eating.
"It's just a little bit little. Mom, this is not enough to eat." Fan Dazhu stuffed his mouth with big mouthfuls and complained.
Sun Jinhua looked loving and distressed: "It's all my fault, I was afraid of wasting it the first time, so I didn't do too much."
Fan Sanzhu spoke for Sun Jinhua: "I don't blame my mother, I can only blame the potatoes for being delicious. No, it's because the potatoes made by my mother are delicious. We all ate more than usual!"
"Mom, thank you for your hard work. Mom, please eat quickly." Fan Erzhu said vaguely without raising his head or even looking at Sun Jinhua.
Sun Jinhua's face suddenly burst into laughter.
The family gathered around the table to grab potatoes from the big basin, without even looking at the black dough beside them.
Sun Jinhua thought that this black noodle really couldn't be compared with potatoes!
Compared with potatoes, black noodles are so unpalatable that they are almost inedible.
She cooked the potatoes casually, and the head of the house and his sons ate them deliciously, and even praised her for cooking them well.
Her son is so nice!
Glancing at my short and thin daughter, I saw her standing on tiptoes to scoop out the black batter in a pottery pot.
It’s so hot that you can’t even eat shit!
Her brothers all knew that potatoes were delicious, so they all went to grab them. She was still scooping out black batter, which was stupid and stupid.
Sun Jinhua looked away angrily, and was about to insert chopsticks into the basin to pick up the potatoes, but when she saw they were gone!
Gone?
So a big pot of potatoes is gone?
Fan Qian wiped his lips and suggested: "Make more next time, this is not enough."
Fan's mother's bowl was so full that it almost overflowed, and she said falsely to Sun Jinhua, "You should eat quickly too."
Sun Jinhua: Eat, eat, eat!
What does she eat? What an old man!
"Isn't there some black batter here? You eat it first to make a base. Then you can make more for dinner tonight." Fan's mother said nonchalantly, protecting the rice bowl in front of her.
Sun Jinhua stared straight at her mother-in-law, showing no intention of drinking black dough.
She only ate a few pieces, why should she drink black dough? This is her home, she is the mistress, she must have her share!
Fan's mother was so frightened that she saw that none of the golden grandsons gave in to Tudou. After a long stalemate, she retreated and said, "Okay, I really owe you!
I'll give you half of it, and I won't kill you! "
Sun Jinhua snorted, "If you die, you will die first."
Sun Jinhua, who had eaten a small bowl of the soup, was still not satisfied, and poured all the soup left by the potatoes in the basin into her own bowl.
She told the head of the family: "Dig more next time!"
Fan Qian nodded.
The second family was still scheming. They secretly hid such delicious food and didn't tell him, their closest relative.
If he had told him, he would have dug it up and eaten it during this period, and they could have saved several months of food.
It was really unkind.
Except for Fan Zhaodi, a group of people were very satisfied with the food, touching their bulging stomachs and sighing comfortably with fullness.
The black cabbage porridge was basically untouched. Fan Zhaodi stood on tiptoe and scooped another bowl for herself.
Auntie told her that she must eat more, only by eating more can she grow up, and when she grows up, she can be herself better.
She remembered it.
Sun Jinhua saw that her daughter didn't get a piece of potato, so she turned a blind eye to her second bowl of porridge.
Forget it, the sons are full and don’t want to eat anymore. If the daughter wants to eat a second bowl, she can eat it.
Just don’t eat a third bowl.
Fan’s mother was about to scold a few words, but she felt a little uncomfortable in her throat. She thought she would wait a while. When her throat feels better, she will scold this lazy girl to death!
As she waited, her throat not only did not get better, but it became more painful.
Her mouth and throat felt like they were burned by fire and pierced by needles. The pain kept increasing.