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

The three men also scrapped the strength of Nine Bulls and Two Tigers before dragging the pig to the empty land of the village. The pigslayer over there was already killing the pig, and a pig raising the old fat was carried by two young people onto a stool.

The pigslayer found the pipe of the pig, the white knife went into the red knife, the pig slipped on his four feet, the blood in the pipe went into the barrel, the blood in half the barrel of the pig died.

“Oops, forgot the barrel!” Sister-in-law Fu patted her leg and rushed back to get it.

Zhao Dafu lined up with his own pig and waited for it to be slaughtered. Gu Chunzhu watched others' successive pigs come over. She also went to help. Today she came to help. She was not stingy with her own strength.

This selling river shrimp has saved a lot of people. Gu Chunzhu also helped this pig carry a lot of good people, and from time to time the praise came out.

“Thank you Spring Bamboo!” “Chun Bamboo is lucky to have you!” “Chun Bamboo, help me! ”

Qiu's cheekbones shrugged again. She watched as Gu Chunzhu was popular and felt as bad as eating shit. She rushed over and said: "You don't care about your pigs? ”

Gu Chunzhu returned to Qiu's words before being answered by anyone she had helped.

“Didn't you guys split up? This pig belongs to your grandmother, doesn't it, Qiu? ”

“No, you don't have pigs in your house to eat and kill pigs, and you don't work for the big guys. You're supposed to get your mother-in-law's pigs. Why are you directing Chun Bamboo? People owe you! ”

“That is, I heard that your family has split a lot of silver. In the future, your grandmother will have all the silver money in your second room. You don't know enough to get in trouble. ”

The Qiu family almost broke her mouth and saw that everyone was helping Chunzhu. She couldn't do anything. She had to run away with her legs to direct the obedient Fan family to work. Gu Chunzhu looked at her back with cold eyes.

Counting her acquaintance, Gu Chunzhu is holding a burning red plier with hot pork hair. If Qiu's clamp is too hot, it will be her hair!

When the pigs are almost burnt, they begin to fade with burning red pliers, which are typically the work of women who don't have pigs in their homes to eat pork cutlery. Men take off worthless parts of pigs with machetes and cook them for slaughter.

Pork was taken away by the slaughterhouse in town, a cow truck followed by one.

Gu Chunzhu was burning the fur on the hog's hoof with a pair of fire pliers. Sister-in-law Fu ran over and touched her arm and said softly: “Don't go back and bring Ann back. The dish is already served. If you are late on the table, you will not be able to eat anything. ”

“Hey.” Gu Chunzhu was also busy like a gyro in the morning. Everyone looked at it and now walked away for a moment and a half and nobody would say anything.

Back in the thatched house, Ann had already fed the big rooster in the yard, but it was still far away. When she saw Gu Chunzhu come back, she pounced on the chai gate and shouted, “Mother...”

Gu Chunzhu unlocked the lock and held Ann in his arms. Ann held Gu Chunzhu's face and complained with a small mouth. "I thought my mother would go alone and not take Ann to eat meat and rice. ”

“Why not?” Gu Chunzhu touched her little head and talked to her. "But he hasn't eaten yet, right? Mother cooked for him first. ”

Ann nodded her head in Gu Chunzhu's arms.

“Practicing, Mother, look.” Gu Chunzhu walked into the house and saw Xiaocheng practicing words. He practiced on the wooden board for a long time. This time, he used ink and bristle paper for the real knife gun.

Xiaocheng saw Gu Chunzhu read his words, his ears slightly reddened, his lips waiting for Gu Chunzhu's evaluation.

“Not bad, not wrong as in a thousand words.” Gu Chunzhu praised him and went to the stove room with Ann in his arms. Xiaocheng unhappily twisted his eyebrows and felt that his mother was spreading him. He was determined to do more.

If Gu Chunzhu knew Xiaocheng's thoughts, he would sigh. Heaven and earth have a conscience. Xiaocheng's words are flat and vertical and the same as in a thousand words, but the pen is not very stable and looks like God.

But it's already extremely difficult for a child who hasn't been practicing for a long time, even if she doesn't get a brush, she doesn't have to write better than Cheng!

She burned the pot in the stove and went to pick the onions and cut them into leeks. After the pot warmed up, the pork oil dissolved the remaining brown rice last night and poured the stirred egg oil down. When each of the rice particles was wrapped in egg oil to give off the fragrance, she grabbed another onion and sprinkled it and choked it up.

“Xiaocheng, let's eat -” Gu Chunzhu was very busy. There was fried eggs and braids for Anyanza.

Ann lay on the table and smelled the egg fried rice belonging to Xiaocheng. Her mouth was slightly open like jelly, and her eyes were falling in the bowl of egg fried rice.

“Mother, fragrant.” The little milk sounded weak, and she knew it belonged to her brother.

Xiaocheng washed his hands with gourd lady scoop water and saw this look of Ann. He took a wooden spoon with a light smile and blew it, then shoved it into Ann's mouth.

“Xiaocheng, don't worry about her eating herself. Mother's braids will be fixed soon. Take Ann to eat pork rice. There's a lot of good food there.” Gu Chunzhu said that he tied a red rope around Ann's braid and went out with this little girl with her mouth in her arms.

Step outside and put the lock and key on the chai door in front of Xiaocheng's desk. "Remember to lock the door before going out to play! ”

“Okay.” Xiaocheng ate and waved at Ann, who took a bite and fried the eggs.

Gu Chunzhu held An An in his arms. When he passed, he began to set a table. A round table was placed on the Eight Immortals table in all directions. The stool was a bench raised by all households.

The literate grandson of Li Zhengjia is writing his master's name on the stool with a brush to avoid confusion.

Bowls and chopsticks were also taken from their respective homes, but everyone bought pottery bowls. It's okay to mix them up. Gu Chunzhu's family didn't take a stool or a bowl, so the person who came yesterday to collect them omitted them without seeing her at home.

“Spring Bamboo, come sit here!” Sister-in-law Fu reached out and Gu Chunzhu held Ann towards her.

The people who came to kill the pork rice also sat right away. Except for a few cooks who left a table to eat under the kitchen, everything else sat right down. It was really hard to squeeze in later.

One large bowl of rice for each person, the dish also came up, cut large chunks of halogenated pork tongue, one chopstick for each person is almost gone, Gu Chunzhu just grabbed Ann a piece and ate herself and looked past the plate has been empty.

Then came several vegetable garlic white meat, red grilled pork hooves, sour stewed large intestine, cold mixed pork ears, pork blood stewed large cabbage, pork skull radish soup... mixed with brown rice everyone had a great time.

The meat on the table was robbed first. Pork drainage, especially intestinal treatment, was not particularly clean and tasted. Gu Chunzhu clipped a chopstick and didn't eat it.

But there are also people who enjoy eating, perhaps grabbing the taste a little better.

“Mother, that meat too.” Ann looked at the bones in her hand and patted them with greasy hands. She watched as people were young and could eat them. Her tummy put out the cotton jacket. Sister-in-law Fu was also strong enough to eat a bite of oil.