Zhao Zheng looked up at Qin Muxiu, "Is this a niece? He is not..."

Zhao Jiner then understood: Uncle also knew about Qin Muxiu's situation at that time, but he did not stop his aunt from selling him over.

Forget it, some things cannot be thought of too clearly.

"Yes, uncle can call him Ashu. He used to be not very good, but now he has recovered."

Most of the guilt in Zhao Zheng's eyes faded away, "That's good, that's good! The day after tomorrow is the New Year, why are you back today?"

The couple looked at each other, and it seemed that Zhao Zheng did not know that Jiang Cuilan had gone to the Qin family to make a big fuss.

Zhao Jiner smiled, "After marrying, I have never come back to see my uncle. There is nothing wrong at the end of the year. Grandma over there asked me to come back to see my uncle and aunt."

As he said that, he took all the rice, flour and meat to the table, "Uncle hasn't eaten yet, are you? I'll pick up some gnocchi for you to eat."

Zhao Zheng looked on the table and saw that the rice noodles were about twenty kilograms together, and there was a large piece of wind pig's legs.

How long has it been since their family had such a good thing?

"I'll come back when I'm back, why do I bring so many things?"

Zhao Jiner smiled, "Give some New Year's food to my uncle and aunt."

As he said that, he put on an apron and started working hard.

The Zhao family’s house is not as particular as the Qin family. The main hall, kitchen and kang are all connected together. When Zhao Jiner was at home, she lived in a woodshed room.

Qin Muxiu looked around coldly, and couldn't help feeling a little more distressed about Zhao Jin'er.

This girl has suffered a lot from making a snack!

"Ashu, please help me out and pick up some firewood."

Zhao Jin'er didn't know what Qin Muxiu was thinking, so she stretched out her little head from the stove and ordered, "Remember to pick up a few big ones. I'll start the fire in the kang later. The room is too cold!"

Qin Muxiu went out to pick up firewood.

Zhao Jiner couldn't stay busy in the house.

I made a fire, boiled water, rubbed a veil, wiped the inside and out, and wiped it, and swept the floor with a broom.

Looking at the busy figure of her niece, Zhao Zheng couldn't help but wet his eyes. Run:

Jin'er is like a home!

When Jiang Fengying insisted on selling Zhao Jiner, Zhao Zheng also stopped him, but he was a cripple man. He lived a life of relying on others, so he could not protect Zhao Jiner thoroughly.

Jiang Fengying threatened him that if he didn't sell Zhao Jin'er, she would take Zhuzi back to her parents' home to remarry.

In desperation, he had to turn a blind eye to agree.

Who knew that after selling Zhao Jin'er, the family did not live much better because of the eight taels of silver, but their lives were getting worse every day.

Qin Muxiu quickly picked up a few pieces of firewood as thick as a child's arms, and Zhao Jin'er placed it in the stove and stuffed it into the kang hole.

After a while, the room became warm.

The couple worked together to make dough gnocchi and burned two thick pieces of pork leg meat inside, which smelled full of fragrance.

Zhao Zheng couldn't help swallowing, and the pagoda, who was originally sleeping in a drowsy manner, was also awakened by the fragrance.

"Dad, I just dreamed of eating gaga meat."

Zhao Jiner brought the bowl to the side of the kang, "It's not a dream, there's really meat to eat."

Zhuzi rubbed his eyes, "Sister!"

Zhao Jiner smiled gently, "Put on your clothes and get up and eat dough bumps."

Zhuzi coughed violently while putting on his clothes.
Chapter completed!