Zhao immediately pulled Zhou Huailin's sleeve and gave him a wink.

Zhou Huailin mourned, "Girl Qing, Uncle San is with you, but the money cannot be divided like this. Your father will get four, you will get four, and Uncle San will get two."

Zhou Qing was about to refuse, but Zhou Huailin said again: "Listen to Uncle San, a person as old as a third uncle cannot take advantage of you."

Zhao followed and said, "It's your third uncle."

Zhou Qing knew what Zhou Huailin meant, thought for a while, and said, "In this way, Yao'er will count it. My father and I will take six, Yao'er and my third uncle will take four, and wait until Pingzi comes. Is this OK?"

"Me? What can I do!" Zhou Yao looked surprised, but there was also a warm light in her eyes.

Zhao and Zhou Huailin looked at Zhou Qing together.

"My father writes, and Yao'er helps cut paper. This is how efficient it is."

Zhou Yao blushed and said embarrassedly: "How can I calculate a piece of paper if I cut it?"

"Why don't you count? If we sell well, you have to cut paper all day long. But thanks, I have to count. Let's just make the decision. After dinner later, we will do it. I will write it today. I will take it to a nearby village to sell it tomorrow."

As he said that, Zhou Qing suddenly thought of something and said to Zhou Huailin: "This small business may not necessarily make money, but he will lose money. The life in the third uncle's field..."

Zhou Huailin was about to speak, and Zhao took Zhou Qing's hand before him, "You don't know that Qing girl, you have no idea. Aunt San has long since wanted to let your third uncle farm. She is exhausted all year round, and she can't even get a copper coin in her hands. She has to look at people's faces when eating. Why, no matter how much money you make, you will talk about it after doing it."

Zhou Huailin sighed.

"It happened that there was a fuss at home today. While the big house was still holding airs, according to Aunt San's wishes, you will go and sell it tomorrow. You are still worried that you can't find an excuse, it's ready-made."

Zhou Qing smiled.

Things are settled and you can do it as soon as you say it.

When Zhou Huaishan heard this, he didn't have to copy the "Analects of Confucius" again, but changed it to write the word "Feng", which made him so happy that he almost broke out.

Zhou Qing and Zhou Yao cut paper, and Zhou Huaishan wrote one by one. While Zhou Ping stretched out his fingers and imitated the strokes in the air, he used a palm fan to fan the ink marks.

After writing about fifty pictures, Zhou Huaishan began to have back pain and leg cramps.

However, Zhou Yao and Zhou Ping were there. He was afraid that his character would collapse, so he gritted his teeth and did not dare to say anything. He just looked at Zhou Qing with resentment.

Where is the chicken?

Where is my chicken?

I want to eat chicken!

Zhou Qing couldn't help laughing at him, and finally after Zhou Huaishan finished writing a hundred pictures, he turned over and got off the kang.

"Yao'er, you guys are busy first, I'll go get some food."

"Sister, my mother went to cook."

"I'll kill a chicken."

When he heard that there was a chicken to eat, Zhou Ping immediately pulled Zhou Yao, "I'm going to celebrate my birthday in a few months. Today I'll eat a chicken to celebrate in advance."

Zhou Yao...

Zhou Qing...

Zhou Huaishan raised his hand and touched Zhou Ping's head. It was not that his biological child was better than his biological child.

Originally, Zhou Qing was responsible for three meals a day at home, but now Zhou Qing gave up and refused to do it. Sun was still a little worried about how to solve the problem of supper today.

Unexpectedly, Zhao entered the kitchen.

Sun, who was scolded by Mr. Zhou, felt angry and went into the kitchen.

"I don't know how much I work, but I know that I can eat a lot of money and silver, and I have to make you poor."

Before he could finish his sentence, he heard the chicken coop outside.

Sun immediately ran out of the kitchen and saw Zhou Qing picking up a chicken from the chicken coop.

"you......"

Sun was about to scold her, but Zhou Qing slapped the chicken's neck with a knife, and then let it go, and the chicken flapped its wings and ran towards Sun.

Sun Family...

I just felt that something was dark before my eyes, as if something had stepped on her head and passed by.

"Don't be excited about milk. This chicken is for me to eat. It is for shocking. If you scold me for selling meat, you have to eat some meat to replenish it."

Seeing Sun jumping to scold her, Zhou Qing said coldly.

Mr. Zhou came out of the main room and glared at Sun, "I asked you to call the couple in the big room, why are you going to be too late?"

After saying that, he didn't look at Zhou Qing or Zhao, and turned back to the house with a dark face.

Zhao and Zhou Qing looked at each other, Zhao continued to cut vegetables, and Zhou Qing waited for the chicken to pluck the hair after he finished the blood.

Seeing another chicken disappear, Sun's heartache trembled and he roared softly, "Little bastard, wait for me."

The couple called the big house and the three of them entered the main house.

Mr. Zhou sat on the chair with a big tea jar, with an undissipated anger on his gloomy face.

"Boss wife."

When Wang heard that he was named, he immediately responded, "Dad."

"You have married into my Zhou family, have you ever felt wronged?"

Wang didn't understand why, so he just shook his head quickly, "No."

But when I thought about being beaten up by Zhou Qing just now, I burst into tears with grievance and cried in tears.

Mr. Zhou sighed.

"Do you feel wronged by Qingyao? "

Mrs. Wang cried a little louder and didn't say anything.

"Then don't you think about why she hit you?" Mr. Zhou couldn't even suppress the anger in his voice. "What are you doing in a good life? What's wrong with your second child studying?"

As he said that, Mr. Zhou's gaze of fire fell on Zhou Huaihai.

"That's your brother, your niece, how dark you are, you can arrange her like that!"

"Dad, I'm not afraid that the girl Qing will be deceived!" Zhou Huaihai lowered his head and explained.

"Fuck! Don't think I don't know what you're trying to get when you stick out your butt! You offended the second and third brothers. Tomorrow, you two will go to the field to farm?"

Zhou Huaihai said nothing.

"Girl Qing is so angry that she must be annoyed for a while. Your second brother is a soft-hearted person. You still want to live a good life and apologize to your second brother."

"I've been there at that time." Zhou Huaihai pressed his head.

"It's over when I go? I'll forgive you?" Mr. Zhou was almost angry, "Let me tell you, if the second child doesn't forgive you, you can wait to go to the fields to farm!"

After saying that, he glared at Wang, "From tomorrow, you can make three meals a day at home and take over the work Qingyao's hand."

Wang stared at the old man in surprise.

The old man gritted his teeth with hatred, "This is what you two owe the Qing girl!"

Wang did not dare to contradict Mr. Zhou, so he said softly: "Dad, Brother Yuan of Mid-Autumn Festival is coming back, then..."

Mr. Zhou slapped the table, "What? Don't say that Brother Yuan is not the top scholar yet, can't the top scholar's mother cook?"

Sun hurriedly gave Wang a wink.

Wang lowered his head and replied, "My wife knows."

Only then did Mr. Zhou look better.

When the couple came out of the main room, Zhou Huaihai looked at Zhou Qing, who was plucking chicken feathers in the yard with a sinister look.

"You should hurry up and do what Wang Qiang is doing."

Pressing the sound, Zhou Huaihai muttered.

Wang was stunned, then reacted and glanced at Zhou Qing coldly.

She went back to her parents' home early this morning, and her sister-in-law's meaning was very clear. Wang Qiang would not marry Zhou Qing, so she must do it.

Why doesn't she want to?

Zhou Qing married Wang Qiang, and his second son was the mud in their big house!
Chapter completed!