Li Muyang walked quickly for a long distance, then slowly slowed down.

He estimated that the two women might arrange themselves and say some sarcastic words.

But he had no interest in paying attention.

Many women in the countryside are like this. Their greatest joy in life is gossiping about their neighbors, and no one can stop them.

As for the matchmaker's intention to introduce him to a woman with a child, he felt that it was understandable. Given his age and this era, he was already a super-old young man, and it was logical that he would not be able to find an older girl.

In his previous life, he was able to find Lin Xiuli only by chance.

He was working at a construction site and happened to meet Lin Xiuli also working.

Lin Xiuli's brother Lin Zhongshi is a big worker, and Lin Xiuli works as a small worker for his brother.

He couldn't figure out why a grown-up girl had to work at a construction site. After getting to know her, he found out that Lin Xiuli's father was in poor health and there were several younger siblings studying at home. She had to earn tuition for them.

The two of them became familiar with each other.

Gradually, we began to like each other.

Later, the eldest brother and the second brother took him to propose marriage. The father-in-law and mother-in-law were also very reasonable. They only accepted half of the bride price of others and betrothed their daughter to a pauper like Li Muyang.

After getting married, I also took good care of them.

Li Muyang treated his father-in-law and mother-in-law as his biological parents.

He just heard Matchmaker Hu speaking ill of Shanglin Village. He felt unhappy and turned around and left.

The snobbishness of rural people is naked and undisguised.

People in the city look down on others and are a little reserved. At worst, they don’t interact with each other and just live in their own circles.

But when people in rural areas look down on others, they just talk about it, say it in their words, and show it in their eyes.

Matchmaker Hu did not modify her contempt for him at all. Every word she spoke was full of contempt, and she smiled, as if she was saying something that was taken for granted.

Li Muyang knows this very well.

So he also knows that to make others respect him, there is no point in asking or complaining. The most direct way to shut up those people is to live a good life.

When their lives are better than theirs, their faces will immediately become enthusiastic and positive.

Just ignore it now.

The unhappiness that happened just now was just a minor episode, and Li Muyang quickly returned to a happy mood.

After returning home, Li Muyang called Li Xiangqin to come out to help. Li Xiangqin was very surprised to see the pheasant and said that she was very lucky and encountered delicious food when she first arrived.

Li Muyang thought she was heartless and forgot about the matter with Liu Xiaogang so quickly. Foolish people are also blessed.

"Qinqin, take care of the pheasant. I'll go to the village chief's house to buy some flour and we'll make steamed buns to eat later."

"I want to make buns. That's great. Don't worry, brother. I'll leave all the family matters to me. I will definitely help you take care of it and take good care of our mother."

Li Muyang frowned and looked helplessly at his second-rate sister. What she said seemed a bit ambiguous.

"Go quickly, brother, why are you still standing there, afraid that I'll steal it? I'm not that kind of person."

"Okay, then I'm leaving. After you pack up the pheasants, pick out the alfalfa sprouts and soak them in the water..."

"I know, why don't you worry about me cooking? You've forgotten that I used to be able to cook everything at home."

"Same."

Li Muyang thought about it and that was indeed the case.

This seventh sister, Li Xiangqin, is actually a capable girl, but because of her personality, people tend to ignore this and think she is unreliable.

"By the way, I put the little pheasant in the cage. You must watch it carefully and don't let the night owl sneak in."

"I know——"

Li Xiangqin was a little impatient. She lifted the pheasant claws upside down and weighed it. She nodded when she was satisfied, "It's at least three kilograms. It's quite heavy. It can make a good meal."

Along the way, he picked up the knife Li Muyang had prepared beside him and stabbed the pheasant's throat completely open.

The pheasant's throat was bitten by a fox and there was already a lot of blood. After Li Xiangqin cut it open, only a little bit of blood dripped slowly.

Li Xiangqin said distressedly, "It's a pity. If the chicken blood was all there, I could still have a good meal of fried chicken blood."

Seeing that Li Muyang was still around, he asked in surprise, "Why are you still standing here, brother? You just do what you have to do, and you are here to be a supervisor?"

"Oh."

Li Muyang came to his senses and walked onto the path carrying the bag.

Ten minutes later, he arrived at the door of the village chief's house.

The village chief’s house is particularly grand, and it is one of the best courtyards in Lijia Village.

All red bricks and tiles, the tall gatehouse looks a bit like an ancient chastity archway, which can be seen from a distance on the road.

The basic building model in rural areas of Qingyang is the courtyard house. The earliest courtyards were large, with one acre, eight or six acres, and eventually they all turned into small courtyards with four quarters of land.

The village chief’s yard is two acres in size.

There was originally an apple orchard behind the yard. When the village chief built the yard, it was not illegal to wrap the apple orchard with the yard.

After the construction was completed, the apple trees "did not grow well" and he quickly cut them all down, and the remains of the fruit trees naturally became part of the yard.

Now their home has become a "binary system", with front and back yards.

There are only two courtyards like this in Lijia Village. When the village chief comes out, there is one at his sister-in-law's house. People don't know where they got so much money. Anyway, they are very wealthy.

The reason why Li Muyang went to the village chief's house to buy noodles was because they had the only mill in the village.

When people eat flour in this era, they generally do not buy finished flour in bags, but take the wheat to the mill to grind it.

If you want the flour to be whiter, grind it lighter, then there will be more flour left in the bran left behind.

If you want more flour, grind it for a while, then the flour will be darker and the bran will be very rough.

Most people will neither keep their face too white nor too dark.

Too white can easily lead to waste, and bran is worthless.

If it is too dark, if something happens, the steamed buns will not be taken out at all.

Therefore, people will choose to pack the white noodles first, and then pack the black noodles separately, so that after returning, the black noodles can be mixed with other whole grains to eat.

Li Muyang is really too poor.

He has never ground wheat before, and the little wheat he harvests from the fields is very little left after delivering it to the public grain. He doesn’t dare to use it to grind flour, but will replace it with other coarse grain flour so that he can eat it for a while.

This situation did not change until around 1995.

It can be said that his wife Lin Xiuli, daughter Li Jing, and eldest son Li Hong basically stayed with him through hardships for many years.

Today is Li Muyang’s first time coming to the village chief’s mill.

By the way, it’s strange that the village chief’s mill can sell white flour.

During the day, the mill has to grind flour for people from several nearby villages, and there is no extra free time, so I have never seen the village chief grind flour.

Needless to say, it goes without saying at night.
Chapter completed!