Song Tuanyuan frowned and said with a sneer: "Ms. Sickle, since you call me aunt, you should have some respect. Is this what you, a junior, should ask your elders?"
Although she hates others calling her Aunt Song, in the countryside, seniority is the most important thing. Song Tuanyuan is the senior of the He family, so she can certainly teach her a lesson.
Sister-in-law He smiled coquettishly.
Song Tuanyuan turned his head and ignored her.
Wearing new clothes is because Song Tuanyuan wants to reward himself.
In modern times, she wears a hospital gown most of the time. What she looks forward to most is to travel. Now that the original owner is in good health, why can't she dress up and enjoy her new life?
There was no conversation along the way. At the end of the village, Song Fugui had already been waiting with his younger brothers and sisters.
When Song Tuanyuan got off the bullock cart, Song Fugui didn't recognize him, but Song Shuangxi had sharp eyes and shouted.
Song Fugui was stunned when he looked at Song Tuanyuan, who was five or six years younger. He quickly stepped forward and said, "Mom, you look really good in what you are wearing!"
No matter how good-looking she is, no matter how young she looks, when she looks at the two, three, four, five sons and grandsons in front of her, Song Tuanyuan feels like crying without tears.
"Okay, let's move the things home!" Song Tuanyuan waved her hand.
Because there were sister-in-law He and others in the car today, Uncle Niu's car could not take Song Tuanyuan to his door.
There are many mouths when eating, and there are many hands when working. It is enough for one person to move the same thing.
Song Fugui, carrying the pig skeleton on his back, couldn't help but ask: "Mom, why do you want the pig skeleton back?"
In ancient times, pig bones were usually dried and crushed to make fertilizer, but compared with the price of pig skeletons, it was not cost-effective to make fertilizer.
"You are all growing, make some soup with pig bones to drink and replenish calcium!" Song Tuanyuan said, picking up Xiaoxiao and smiling.
Song Xiaoxiao was holding some green vegetables in her hands, pretending to come down, but refused to be hugged by Song Tuanyuan.
"Grandma misses you, give you a hug!" Song Tuanyuan said.
Song Xiaoxiao happily hugged Song Tuanyuan's neck.
Song Fujin turned his eyes and looked at Song Xiaoxiao and Song Tuanyuan being affectionate, frowning slightly.
He was the only one who had been treated like this before!
When they got home, Song Tuanyuan asked Song Fugui to get a big axe, chop the bones open, and then cook them over a big fire in the yard.
"Mom, let me help you!" Wang Yulan walked out of the room, fearing that Song Tuanyuan wouldn't let her go, so she quickly said: "I'm almost one month old and can do some work! No woman in this village can stay in bed for a month!"
Song Tuanyuan was afraid that she would have random thoughts again, so he said: "Then do some light work and rest if you are tired!"
Wang Yulan responded quickly and took the white noodles from Song Tuanyuan's hand. While kneading the noodles, she asked, "Mom, let's make scallion pancakes?"
"I won't do it this time. This time I will make dough pancakes!" Song Tuanyuan said, "Thousand-layer pancakes are full of oil when you bite them. Soaked in bone soup, they are so fragrant!"
Wang Yulan responded immediately and moved quickly with her hands and feet.
Song Xiaoxiao looked at her little sister, Song Shuangxi lit up the fire.
Song Fujian went to collect firewood.
Song Fujin stood aside. He suddenly found that he had no idea what to do, and he didn't know what he could do!
"Second brother, go and pluck some green onions!" Song Tuanyuan shouted when she saw Song Fuxin approaching awkwardly.
Song Fujin then hurriedly went to the vegetable patch in the backyard to pull onions, but stepped on the vegetable patch that Song Fugui had just gathered up.
Song Fuxin stepped in the mud and came out, and his long coat was stained with mud, making him very embarrassed.
Song Tuanyuan took a look and did not blame Song Fuxin, but said thank you.
Song Fujin was stunned for a moment, smiled, and thought about it before going to study in the room.
He found that studying was more suitable for him.
With the busy work of the family, the meal was ready before it was dark.
Song Tuanyuan chopped the green onions into fine pieces, put them on the bottom of the bowl, and placed them in rows one, two, three, four, five, six, and scooped out the thick white pork bone soup, bowl after bowl.
The green green onions soon floated up, carrying their fragrance.
Wang Yulan served the fried dough cake.
Song Shuangxi came forward with some dishes. Not knowing how to eat them, he couldn't help but ask: "Mom, what kind of dish is this? Why does it smell so weird?"
Song Tuanyuan looked back and saw that it was toon. When he went up the mountain that day, he found a huge toon tree. Song Shuangxi picked it back and pickled it that night. Because he was not at home last night, his family did not know how to eat it.
Keep it on.
"This is toon, it's delicious!" Song Tuanyuan cut the toon, added a little garlic, poured some sesame oil and vinegar, and served it.
"Mom, are those medicinal materials selling well?" Song Fujian couldn't help but ask.
Song Fuxin also looked up at Song Tuanyuan, "Can you make medicinal materials?"
"Make whatever you want!" Song Tuanyuan said, "Fortunately, those dogwoods and scorpions are at a good price!"
Song Tuanyuan lowered his head to drink a bowl of thick bone soup and sighed with satisfaction.
I have lost weight for almost a month and I feel like crying even if I can drink bone soup!
But I can only drink a few sips, otherwise I might not be able to wear the newly bought clothes.
Song Fujin continued to hold his ears, trying to find out how much it would cost.
Song Tuanyuan deliberately didn't say anything and drank the soup slowly.
Song Fugui also took a sip of the soup and said nothing for a long time.
Why doesn't he know that bone soup is delicious?
"Yulan, please drink more. I should have made this for you a long time ago because I ran out of money and didn't have any money to buy it!" Song Tuanyuan said.
As soon as she said this, Wang Yulan remembered the white flour and meat taken away by her mother. She whispered: "Mom, it's all my mother's fault. She took away our meat and noodles..."
"I told you that it was Fugui's filial piety to your mother!" Song Tuanyuan said, "You don't have to give up the rice and noodles, but you have to get back the flower jacket, which was made by Shuangxi stitch by stitch!"
Wang Yulan quickly raised her head: "I'll go home tomorrow..."
"That's not necessary. I went to your house to get it back that day, and I made it clear to your mother that she won't say anything that shouldn't be said in the future, and you can live a good life with the boss!" Song Tuanyuan hesitated, "As for
Laidi, I want to find a way to get the child back!"
The chopsticks in Wang Yulan's hand fell on the table with a clatter, "Mom, you said you want to get Laidi back?"
"They are all members of the Song family, so naturally they must be in good order!" Song Tuanyuan said.
Only then did Wang Yulan dare to believe that Song Tuanyuan had really gotten better, and her eyes suddenly became moist.
"Okay, okay, why are you crying during the confinement period? You'll be blinded by crying!" Song Tuanyuan said.
Wang Yulan quickly wiped her tears.
"Cuckoo!" Suddenly, a voice came from outside.
Song Xiaoxiao was stunned, put down her chopsticks and ran outside: "Chicken, it's a chicken!"
Song Tuanyuan looked at Xiaoxiao's cheerful look and couldn't help but laugh: "I still haven't hid it from you. I originally planned to give it to you on your birthday tomorrow. It's considered a birthday gift!"