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

After lunch, Su Wangqin and Gu Chunzhu went to He Lao San's house together to bring back the shoots he had dug, and paid him yesterday's money for the shoots. In the town, he sold six cents a pound. He Lao San refused to accept five cents a pound. He refused to take it for a long time, so he had to do as he did.

Seven shoots were shaved at home. He Lao San more than yesterday and early this morning. Fifteen shoots were shaved and put together in the back basket is also full of back basket.

They also took some off-the-shelf firewood from their homes to the town, and the couple went back to the town house.

“Who did this to you?" ”Gu Chunzhu stood in front of his house and saw the piles of cow dung that had been smashed in the door. It smelled bad. Fortunately, it was winter or else it was even more disgusting to surround a pile of flies.

“Which monkey got it?” Su Wangqin also wrinkled his nose and pulled Gu Chunzhu aside.

“Who doesn't know how to play dirt and shit!” Gu Chunzhu breathed the fresh air on the side, her breasts kept falling and falling. She tried to throw shit at people. When did she get bullied into the front door, she was really angry.

But no one knew that she had moved to town. She went to Luo Xinlan's house without thinking about it. Su Wangqin borrowed a shovel next door to get that dirty pile.

“Sister-in-law, have you seen anyone from the backyard? I'm pissed off. The cow shit is all over the door.” Gu Chunzhu went into Luo Xinlan's front yard, sat down and patted his hands heavily on the table. "Bang," he was scared and was ready to stick to the anxiety.

But she was shocked and went into Gu Chunzhu's arms. Sweet shouted, "Mother! ”

With this little group in his arms, Gu Chunzhu's anger has dissipated a lot.

“I didn't hear anything. What the hell is going on?” Ro Xinlan also frowned and thought that his needles were so skilled that he could get off without much staring.

Gu Chunzhu embraced Ann, thinking that fortunately he had a good habit of unlocking at home. Otherwise, this cow shit would have to be thrown into his own house. When he caught the man, he would definitely give him a hammer!

“Mother is not angry, Youngzi's mother Ann ate good food, eggs and meat.” An An's little hand touched Gu Chunzhu's chest, trying to quench her, and told Gu Chunzhu that Luo Xinlan would treat her well.

Luo Xinlan looked at Ann's witty face and looked at her with joy. "What a lovely little girl.” Her compliments were exchanged for Ann's "hip-hop" laugh.

Remember to give Luo Xinlan's shoots, Gu Chunzhu hugged Ann and went back to get them.

As soon as she walked to the door, Ann covered her little nose and held her breath against Gu Chunzhu's shoulder. "It stinks worse than my grandmother pulled.” Little Grandmother Ann gave her two chickens a name.

Gu Chunzhu watched as Su Wangqin had shoveled cow dung into piles at the door and was wiping the door with cloth.

“Brother Wang has worked hard for you.” Gu Chunzhu bit his teeth and cursed the man who threw cow dung at his ancestors for eighteen generations. She took two fat shoots from her back basket and hugged Ann a little harder.

Ann saw that her mother couldn't move and walked down on her own.

Gu Chunzhu held the little guy's hand and held the shoots, it would be much easier to just listen to the little guy: “The smell in the house, ask Youngzi's mother for another one.

Light flowers, incense! ”

This is a good idea. Gu Chunzhu touched her little head. “Ann is so smart, let's just swap some flowers for some shoots. Put some on Ann's clothes, so it's Xiang Ann. ”

“Yes, yes, when Xiang An, it is not stinking An.” Ann smiled and revealed a bite of millet.

Gu Chunzhu gave two shoots to Luo Xinlan, and took two incense bags from her. The smell of the flowers is very strong. It may not cover the smell of cow dung.

When Gu Chunzhu hung the incense bag on the door, she realized her mistake.

The smell of beef dung fills the cow dung, or the smell of faint cow dung that haunts the flowers, which is really, vomit--

The only thing that's lucky is that you can't smell it in the house when you close the yard door.

Su Wangqin was busy beating the bed, and the basic structure of the bed had come out, and he was polishing the bed with sandpaper so that he could sleep without getting stung by the bed's bristles.

“Brother Wang, you look at the child, I'll take the shoots to Bakery Ma'am 's for a look.” Gu Chunzhu is ready to set up a stall tomorrow. Why don't you go check it out with the old lady today?

Su Wangdun nodded, and the two children were busy, playing with each other.

When she arrived at the bakery, the old lady was washing the steamer. She saw that Gu Chunzhu's shoes were squeezed out of her eyes, “Sister-in-law, do you have shrimp? ”

She looked at Gu Chunzhu and carried a basket. It didn't look like she was here to buy a bag.

“It's early, there's thin ice in the river, but I brought something next to it.” Gu Chunzhu put the basket down and took out the inside shoots and swayed them in his hand.

“Yo, it's a shoots. The yellow mud on this one hasn't dried yet. It looks fresh.” The bakery lady picked up the shoots from Gu Chunzhu's hand and watched.

“Madam, I'm not going to kiss you. It would be nice to put some shoots in this bag. What clear dumplings on the south side are dried with shoots and tofu, and some meatloaf. It's delicious! ”

Gu Chunzhu painted a picture of the old lady in the bakery. She didn't know if there were any Qingming dumplings that she had eaten in her previous life. Anyway, shoots are really good.

“I believe you. The last time you said" shrimp "tasted good, it tasted good.” Ma'am glanced at the shoots and looked at one of the shoots and asked: “How can this be sold? ”

“The street sells six cents a pound.” Gu Chunzhu only said that, giving the old lady room to bargain.

“Then sell me five cents a pound. Tomorrow I will make a drawer bag for sale. If the business is good, you will give it to me every day. Whatever is straightened out, as long as it's fresh and not broken.” The old lady is also reasonable.

Gu Chunzhu said yes. Today she was asked to pick this basket first.

The old lady of the bakery picked six, prepared to eat one at home, two sons each, and sent one to her daughter, leaving two shoots to be filled with bags.

Winter shoots are not big, six shoots also weigh five pounds, Gu Chunzhu satisfied to collect twenty-five pennies to go home.

Before returning to the house, he smelled the smell of cow dung in the flowers. Gu Chunzhu tightened his nose and hurried into the house. He saw Ann standing in the yard with a doll.

“Ann, what's wrong?” Gu Chunzhu is not used to seeing this lively little guy.

Ann's little turnip-like finger pointed at the wall, shrunk her shoulder in fear, "Fight, there's bad guys! ”