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

When I heard my brother say this, Ann's little face collapsed and held herself tight, looking like she wouldn't take off her cotton padded jacket.

“It's not too cold right now, but it's too cold to wear now.” Xiaocheng thought of the stinging bones of winter, couldn't help shaking, Ann's little face was also bandaged, winter was very cold.

Gu Chunzhu put an anxiety in his arms and sat across from Xiaocheng to discuss with him: “This cotton padded jacket is not very thick. You can wear it first, and I'll make it for you in New Year's Eve. ”

“No one is wearing a cotton coat yet. Save it for winter solstice.” Xiaocheng looked at Gu Chunzhu and seemed worried, worried that Gu Chunzhu would blame him.

It is rare for this child and himself to say so much. Gu Chunzhu is beautiful in his heart.

She counted the winter solstice as three or four days of kung fu, and nodded.

At night, Gu Chunzhu placed the two children on the bed and set the charcoal pot on fire. He sent money from house to house, shaking himself.

The shrimp money sold today has not yet been paid. By the way, only less than a barrel of river shrimp was collected from Lady He and Sister Fu, and Lady He accidentally caught more than a kilo of shrimp.

Gu Chunzhu simply washed herself and climbed into bed. Her body was still cold enough to stay away from the children. Who knew Ann would roll into her arms.

“Mom's cold, I'll warm you up.” The little man was nestled in Gu Chunzhu's arms, relying on his blurred sleeping eyes.

Gu Chunzhu's heart was warm, and he blew out the oil lamp and slept with them.

The next morning, she still went to the town to sell river shrimp. With yesterday's lesson, Gu Chunzhu didn't know where she was going to get out of a gangster, so she slowed down and walked with the villagers to the town.

Safely arrived in town, Master Zheng waved a cigarette stick to greet her.

Gu Chunzhu went out and set up the stall. He entrusted Master Zheng to look at the stall. He scooped a bowl of river shrimp and sent it to the bakery first.

When I came back, I saw a man in front of my stall leaning there with a root grass. I approached him and saw that it was the Dragon boss. Master Zheng also squeezed his eyes at her. What did he mean by that? I didn't understand Chunzhu.

“Brother Long, thank you for yesterday.” Gu Chunzhu scooped a bowl of river shrimp out of the shrimp bucket and even handed it to the dragon boss. He held his hand there and didn't answer it.

The iconic broken eyebrow was raised. Boss Long took a deep look at Gu Chunzhu and asked in a playful tone, "Didn't you say yesterday who saved your life gave you money? A bowl of shrimp is trying to get rid of me? ”

Gu Chunzhu's face grew white, thinking yesterday in panic he did say to give money.

“Here's a little money for you to buy wine.” She touched it in her arms and pulled out thirty cents to give it to the Dragon boss. Her face hurts, but the money is worth it!

“Huh, it's really small money, cheap lady.” Boss Long glanced at Gu Chunzhu and didn't take the money. He threw up the grass roots in his mouth and walked away.

Leaving Gu Chunzhu alone with the money, this man's emotion is to entertain her?

After a moment, Gu Chunzhu retrieved the money. He muttered in his heart. Ancient gangsters were really hard to understand.

Master Zheng just wanted to ask Gu Chunzhu how he got into trouble with Mr. Long. Gu Chunzhu's business came to the door.

“How do you sell shrimp? It's the same as before. No, can it be cheaper? ”

“It's not cheap. This shrimp is fresh. Just fill it up. How much? ”

“Let's have half a bowl. ”

In a familiar confrontation with the customer, Gu Chunzhu took the bowl and salvaged half the bowl of shrimp in the bucket, drained the water inside and poured it into the customer's basket, and sent it away.

Ever since the cattle stall disappeared, the rest of the people who sell river shrimp are also three or three taels. The stable stall is Gu Chunzhu family. Many old customers have been used to buying it from her.

It was only about an hour before a barrel of river shrimp was sold out, and a pound of carp was sold for six cents.

After selling the goods, Gu Chunzhu went to the grain and oil store to buy some glutinous rice flour and sesame paste to prepare the soup round for the winter solstice. The last winter solstice was to eat the soup round, and she didn't know what the Min Dynasty ate, so she followed the usual practice.

When he arrived home, Gu Chunzhu washed his hair and bathed his two children in the sun. It was like drying dishes.

Afraid they'd freeze in the shower, she boiled some hot ginger soup tea and poured some brown sugar on the two little guys.

“Mother, braid, braid nice.” Ann came to admire Chun Bamboo, shaking her pretty much sunny hair.

Gu Chunzhu had just pulled several pieces of spinach from the vegetable garden that looked slightly taller. She could only put them aside to give Anza a braid first. She divided her hair into several pieces with red rope, and then each piece was made into a small braid.

When she tied her hair, Ann ran to the front of the water tank to take a picture.

Reflected on the water is a little baby's fat and beefy face, a beautiful little braid, accompanied by red rope, Ann touched her whip, the milk said: “Wait until spring, there will be flowers to wear in spring. ”

“You little girl.” Gu Chunzhu poked at her little brain door, joking.

He touched Xiaocheng's head and now he doesn't hide from Gu Chunzhu's hand. He touched his hair and dried it. Gu Chunzhu also stabbed him with a ponytail.

“My legs are ready, I'll cook for you.” Xiaocheng is not very good at expressing his happiness with his lips, but is also active in helping Gu Chunzhu do things.

“Yes, but today my mother is going to make goosebump soup. Stop washing rice and just burn a stove. ”

“Okay.”

After finishing with him, Gu Chunzhu poured water into the basin and washed the spinach pieces by pieces.

This purely natural and harmless vegetable, besides mud and wormeyes, is green and pleasant to see.

At noon, the spinach was shredded into a frying pan. Gu Chunzhu mixed the powder and made the cream soup. He dug some oil residue under the oil tank and it smelled very good.

After a full meal, Gu Chunzhu rubbed the table and asked: “Today my mother is going to Youngzi's house to pick up her things, are you going home or with me? ”

“Come with me!” A loud little voice rang and Ann hugged Gu Chunzhu's leg.

Xiaocheng had nothing to say beside him. He just looked at her with one pair of eyes. Gu Chunzhu understood his thoughts and said: “Okay, let's go together, Xiaocheng will go too. ”

After tidying up the stove room, Gu Chunzhu took the lock and locked the chai door. He took Ann with him to Luo Xinlan's house.

“Mother, Yingzi sister's house has a lot of flowers in the spring, but now it's too cold, the flowers don't come out.” Ann crooked her little head and snuggled in Gu Chunzhu's arms.

Gu Chunzhu touched her braids and coaxed: “Next spring, Mama will tell Youngzi to take you to pick them up. ”

“Ok!” Ann was happy with her little hand.