Wang Family’s Peasant Woman: Raising kids and Making wealth

By the time we left, the sky was already dark, but we were still looking at the road.

Gu Chunzhu walked carefully with the bowl of red roast meat. He felt a little shushed. When he went to buy a house in his previous life, he had never been so nervous with millions of deposits. He fell for fear of a bump, and the children at home couldn't eat it.

Going to see his own yard, Gu Chunzhu's steps accelerated independently. Su Wangqin pulled her hand: “Slowly, fall carefully. ”

I thought about the kids! ”Gu Chunzhu shook a smile at his lips and slowed down his footsteps. When he saw the faint lights of dusk coming out of the thatched house, he knew that the two children were home.

Pushing open the wooden door in the yard, she was hit and then held in her thigh by a meaty little body. Soft, glutinous little milk sounds quickly melted Gu Chunzhu's heart.

“Mom, you've been gone a long time.” Two little braids with their little heads rubbing against her legs, Ann's big grapey eyes gleaming.

“Little pussycat, I'm sure she smelled red meat coming back.” He handed Su Wangqin the red roast meat he held all the way. Gu Chunzhu squatted and held her up under Ann's armpit. He had become familiar with her weight over the past few days and walked unaffected.

“Smells good.” An An sniffed deeply, holding Gu Chunzhu's neck tighter, sweetly said: “Ann is waiting for her mother, I didn't expect to wait for the red roast meat too. ”

Listening to innocent naive words, Gu Chunzhu walked into the stove room with Ann in his arms faster.

Xiaocheng sat on the pier in front of the stove. The brown rice porridge in the pan had developed a scent. He sat there watching his parents walk in with Ann. His nose couldn't help but move and his eyes fell on Su Wangqin's bowl.

“Look, Xiaocheng and Ann are both puppies, and the word smells fleshy.” Gu Chunzhu knew that the original owner was bad for the two children, and Ann had forgotten about the previous events at an early age. Xiaocheng was getting older and thinking a little heavier, so he was deliberately teasing him.

Sure enough, his tiny, white earlobes were all red and he was shy and low on his head.

Gu Chunzhu put An on the stool, walked to the side of the stove and lifted the lid and began to fill the brown rice congee. As he urged Xiaozheng: “Sit down with your sister. ”

Xiaocheng walked over and swallowed a little slowly. Just listen. Gu Chunzhu was satisfied with preparing the porridge, and the large wooden spoon in his hand was snatched away by a thick and wide hand.

“I'll do it, you sit with the kids. ”

Gu Chunzhu looked up at Su Wangqin, who had taken his place, and thought that he thought of himself as a child. His cheeks were also a red cloud. Afraid that the children would see her, she bowed her head to the table.

Ann swallowed a sip of the red roasted meat. Gu Chunzhu smiled and scratched her tight nose, “Little Pussycat."

“Mother, don't laugh. Don't laugh!” An An reached out his little hand and went to look at Chun Bamboo's mouth. Moving his little ass, he had sat on her leg, sticking it tightly in her arms and looking delicate.

Xiaocheng looked up at her sister, and a smile flashed in her eyes, then quietly lowered again.

This very quick moment has been captured by Gu Chunzhu. This is a good progress, indicating that Xiaocheng has gradually accepted himself.

Su Wangqin brought four bowls of brown rice congee. "Hot, you bring chopsticks to cool before drinking. ”

This “you” also includes Gu Chunzhu. She stood up embarrassed. She lived to be in her thirties in her previous life, but she was older than Su Wangqin. She needed him to think of herself as a child!

She went to the basket to grab two bowls, put them next to Ann and Xiaocheng, first put a piece of meat in the bowl, Ann's saliva was about to come out, two small hands to hold the mumps, smash the mouth.

Gu Chunzhu laughed: “Eat the red roast meat first, wait for the porridge to drink later. Mama will fry a large cabbage with a dish.” She went to the basket where she went to go to the market today and held a rolling cabbage.

“I'll do it.” Su Wangqin also stopped chopsticks, and walked to Gu Chunzhu's side to detect her hand. This time, she was not so easily snatched away from the cabbage.

Su Wangqin's hands were empty and his eyes were chattered. He listened to Chunzhu and said: "Brother Wang, go rest for a while. You must be tired in the mountains for two days. I will come. You taste my craft. ”

She said with a smile on her cheek. There were two little whirlpools in the corner of her lip. Su Wangqin's eyes were almost glued to it.

It took him a long time to look back, or that face, that nose, that eye, how can Chun Bamboo just look better than before... can even say a lot better.

Watching her not slim back busy on the stove, two clean children eating red meat, Su Wangqin made a dark vow in his heart that he must earn more money.

“It's ready to eat. ”

A large platter of cabbage was brought over, and the tender white infarct, the green and yellow leaves, smelled very good with just a little pig oil.

Su Wangqin clipped a chopstick and ate it with a large mouthful of brown rice porridge. Half the bowl of brown rice porridge fell off his stomach.

Looking at his appetite, Gu Chunzhu went to look after the two children and put some dishes in their bowl.

Looking at their oily little mouths, he warned them: "Meat is also to be eaten and dishes are to be eaten, so that they can grow tall and strong and go out without being bullied. ”

“I know, Mother, Ann wants to eat as strong as Brother Dazhuang.” Ann raised her head and lit her little head, so that the good chopsticks clamped up and Xiaomi's teeth chewed hard.

He raised the strong and strong, and Xiaocheng's eyes reflected his aspirations, so that he could protect his sister.

He couldn't help but look at Gu Chunzhu. Gu Chunzhu was drinking brown rice porridge. He immediately turned away his eyes and remembered that no one was beating his sister anymore.

“Brother Wang, let's go to the county tomorrow to sell wild food.” After a few sips of brown rice porridge, Gu Chunzhu looked up and said to Su Wangqin, "There may be some more silver in the winery in the county. I have spent all the silver you gave me last time. I pulled a little cotton cloth and bought cotton to make a coat for the two children before winter. ”

“Don't you have enough silver?” Su Wangqin also knows a little about the price of fabric and cotton.

“Well, I moved a lot of money selling pigeons, and I paid fifteen cents a month of assessed taxes. I was thinking about doing a shrimp business. I didn't think I had a day yesterday, and everybody went fishing today. ”

Gu Chunzhu spent more money blaming herself for her misestimation. Almost all of her head was buried in porridge. As a passer, she thought too much, of course. Things were too simple.