Chapter 18 Settlement
Mrs. Zhao immediately pulled Zhou Huailin's sleeve and gave him a wink.
Zhou Huailin was silent, "Qing girl, the third uncle will team up with you, but the money cannot be divided like this. Your father will get four, you will get four, and the third uncle will get two."
When Zhou Qing was about to refuse, Zhou Huailin said again: "Listen to Third Uncle. A man as big as Third Uncle cannot take advantage of you."
Mrs. Zhao then said, "It's your third uncle's fault."
Zhou Qing knew what Zhou Huailin meant, thought for a moment, and said, "In this case, Yao'er will also be included. My father and I will get six, Yao'er and third uncle will get four, and we will wait until Pingzi comes. Is that okay?"
"Me? What can I do!" Zhou Yao looked surprised, but her eyes were filled with heat.
Zhao and Zhou Huailin both looked at Zhou Qing.
"My father writes and Yao'er helps cut the paper. This is more efficient."
Zhou Yao blushed and said sheepishly: "How can I count a piece of paper if I cut it?"
"Why don't you count it? If we sell well, you will have to cut paper all day long. It's hard work. You have to count it. Let's just make an agreement. We'll do it after dinner later? Write it down today. My third uncle and I will take it to a nearby village to sell it tomorrow.”
As he said this, Zhou Qing suddenly thought of something and said to Zhou Huailin: "This small business may not necessarily make money. It may even lose money. It's the work of the third uncle in the field."
Zhou Huailin was about to speak, but Mrs. Zhao grabbed Zhou Qing's hand before he could, "It's not like you don't know, Qing girl, your third aunt has long since not wanted your third uncle to farm. You work so hard all year round that you don't even get a single copper." If you don't get it, you have to look at the person's face to make a living. Why don't you worry about the loss and the profit?"
Zhou Huailin sighed.
"It just so happened that there was a commotion at home today. While the big room is still showing off, according to the third aunt's wish, you can go sell it tomorrow. I'm still worried about not being able to find an excuse. It's ready."
Zhou Qing smiled.
Once the matter is settled, just do it.
When Zhou Huaishan heard that he no longer had to copy "The Analects of Confucius" but changed it to write the character "Feng", he almost burst out of joy.
Zhou Qing and Zhou Yao cut the paper, Zhou Huaishan wrote one after another. Zhou Ping stretched his fingers in the air to imitate the strokes, and used a cattail leaf fan to dry the ink.
After writing about fifty pages, Zhou Huaishan began to suffer from back pain and leg cramps.
However, with Zhou Yao and Zhou Ping here, he was afraid that his character would be ruined, so he gritted his teeth and did not dare to say a word. He only looked at Zhou Qing resentfully.
Where's the chicken?
Where is my chicken?
I want to eat chicken!
Zhou Qing couldn't help laughing as he looked at it. Finally, after Zhou Huaishan finished writing a hundred pieces, he turned over and got off the kang.
"Yao'er, you guys are busy first, I'll get the food."
"Sister, my mother went to cook."
"I'm going to kill a chicken."
As soon as he heard that there was chicken to eat, Zhou Ping immediately grabbed Zhou Yao and said, "It's my birthday in a few months, so I'll celebrate in advance by eating a chicken today."
Zhou Yao
Zhou Qing
Zhou Huaishan raised his hand and touched Zhou Ping's head. It's better not to be his own son.
Zhou Qing used to be responsible for three meals a day at home, but now that Zhou Qing has given up, Mrs. Sun is still a little worried about how to solve dinner tonight.
Unexpectedly, Mrs. Zhao entered the kitchen.
Mrs. Sun, who was scolded by Mr. Zhou, went into the kitchen with anger in her heart.
"You work all day long and you don't even do much work, so you just have to live in poverty. Even if you have money and silver, you will have to live in poverty."
Before I could finish these words, I heard the chicken coop bursting outside.
Mrs. Sun immediately ran out of the kitchen and saw Zhou Qing lifting a chicken out of the chicken coop.
"you"
Just as Sun was about to curse, Zhou Qing swiped the chicken's neck with the knife in his hand. Then he let go and the chicken flapped its wings and ran towards Sun.
Sun
She felt her eyes go dark, as if something stepped on her head and passed by.
"Don't get excited, Mom. This chicken is for me to eat. It's just to relieve my shock. If someone scolds me for selling meat, I have to eat some meat to replenish my body."
Seeing Sun Shi jumping to scold her, Zhou Qing stopped her coldly.
Mr. Zhou came out of the main room and glared at Mrs. Sun, "I asked you to call the elder couple. Why are you dawdling? Hurry up."
After saying that, without looking at Zhou Qing or Zhao, he turned back to the house with a dark face.
Zhao and Zhou Qing looked at each other, Zhao continued to cut vegetables, and Zhou Qing waited for the chicken to bleed and began to pluck its feathers.
Seeing that another chicken was gone, Mrs. Sun's heart trembled with distress, and she growled lowly, "Little bastard, just wait for me."
After calling the eldest couple, the three of them entered the main room.
Mr. Zhou sat on a chair with a big teapot, his gloomy face filled with anger that had not yet dissipated.
"The boss's wife."
When Wang heard his name being called, he immediately responded, "Dad."
"Have you ever wronged you by marrying into my Zhou family?"
Wang didn't know why, so she quickly shook her head, "No."
But when he thought about being beaten violently by Zhou Qing just now, he cried aggrievedly again and burst into tears.
Mr. Zhou sighed.
"You feel aggrieved by being beaten by Qing Yatou, don't you?"
Wang cried louder and said nothing.
"Then why don't you think about why she hit you?" Mr. Zhou couldn't suppress the anger in his voice, "What are you two doing in your good days? Why is the second son's studying getting in the way of you?"
As he spoke, Mr. Zhou's fiery gaze fell on Zhou Huaihai.
"That's your brother and your niece. How dark-hearted do you have to be able to arrange her like that!"
"Dad, I'm not afraid that Qing Yatou will be deceived!" Zhou Huaihai explained with his head lowered.
"Fart! Don't think I don't know what you're pooping when you stick your butt out! You've offended the second and third children. Are you two going to farm tomorrow?"
Zhou Huaihai fell silent.
"Young girl Qing is very angry and will definitely make you angry for a while. Your second brother is a soft-hearted person. If you still want to live a good life, you should apologize to your second brother."
"I went there then." Zhou Huaihai nodded his head.
"Is it over after you go? Have you been forgiven?" Mr. Zhou was almost furious. "I tell you, if I don't forgive you, just wait until you go to farm by yourself!"
After saying that, he glared at Mrs. Wang, "From tomorrow onwards, you will cook three meals a day at home. Take over the work from Qing Yatou."
Wang's eyes widened and she looked at the old man in astonishment.
The old man gritted his teeth with hatred, "You two owe Qing Yatou this!"
Mrs. Wang did not dare to contradict Mr. Zhou, but said softly: "Dad, brother Yuan is about to come back in the Mid-Autumn Festival, when the time comes."
Mr. Zhou slapped the table, "What? Don't say that Brother Yuan is not the number one scholar, but the mother of the number one scholar can't cook?"
Mrs. Sun quickly gave Ms. Wang a wink.
Mrs. Wang lowered her head and responded, "My wife knows."
Mr. Zhou looked better now.
When the elder couple came out of the main room, Zhou Huaihai glanced pitifully at Zhou Qing, who was plucking chicken feathers in the courtyard.
"Wang Qiang's matter, please hurry up and take care of it."
Zhou Huaihai muttered while suppressing his voice.
Wang was stunned for a moment, then reacted and glanced at Zhou Qing coldly.
She returned to her parents' home this morning. Her sister-in-law's intention was very clear. Wang Qiang would not marry Zhou Qing, so she must do it.
Why doesn't she want to!
Zhou Qing marries Wang Qiang, and the second child is nothing but dirt in the hands of their eldest brother!
Let it be pinched.