Jiang Xinyu drank the peach cake soaked in hot water, and she and Jiang Yuzhu ate sweet roasted sweet potatoes, which made her stomach feel much better.
In Jiang Xinyu's eyes, the taste of today's peach cake is definitely not as good as the various snacks of later generations, but in rural areas these days, it is already a snack that she would not bear to eat more than once a year.
Jiang Xinyu rinsed the bowl clean, took out a box of malted milk essence from the locked cabinet in the original owner's memory, and brewed a bowl for Jiang Yuzhu.
Jiang Yuzhu hasn't eaten anything in the past few days. How can a single steamed bun be enough for an adult's dinner? It's okay if there's no oil or water. You have to eat more.
Mrs. Li is really nothing.
This malted milk was sent by Chen Xiuyun's family from Shanghai. Whenever something was sent, Chen Xiuyun would find a way to keep part of it for her two daughters. The eldest daughter would also give some as a gift, and the rest would be given to Mrs. Li.
Jiang Yuzhu knew that Jiang Xinyu had good intentions, so she left half a bowl for Jiang Xinyu without shirk. Jiang Xinyu patted her belly and said she was full.
There is no time to really feel full these days, and there are never any leftovers on the table. Jiang Yuzhu knew that the girl wanted her to drink more.
The newly minted sisters were considerate of each other and went to bed again after eating and drinking.
Jiang Xinyu thought she couldn't sleep after lying down all day, but she didn't think about finishing the medicine. She was thinking all over the place and she didn't know when she fell asleep again.
The news that Jiang Xinyu committed suicide by jumping into the river spread throughout the village, and naturally the educated youth also heard about it.
Some people in the village scolded Mrs. Li behind her back, scolding her for being a rotten heart for finding someone with a medical condition for her granddaughter. However, there were also some who felt that Mrs. Li was right. She had a physical defect. She had good living conditions and could help. Naturally, some people at home felt that Jiang Xinyu had killed her own father because of her ignorance.
As for the educated youth, they are all people who have read books and studied rationally. They feel that what happened to Lao Jiang’s family is completely the bad consequences of arranged marriages in feudal society.
Song Minghan heard that after Jiang Xinyu committed suicide by jumping into the river, he walked around Jiang Xinyu's house seven or eight times throughout the day.
Early the next morning, Song Minghan plucked up the courage to carry some eggs and wanted to go to the door of Lao Jiang's house, but he met Jiang Baoqin at the door.
Jiang Baoqin greeted him and pulled his sleeves towards Lin Dai.
Lao Jiang's house is at the west end of the village. There are people living in front and on the left, but no one lives on the right. Going further that way, there is a large forest belt.
Song Minghan was dragged a little confused, "Comrade Jiang Baoqin, what are you doing?"
Jiang Baoqin put down his sleeves and said, "Do you want to come and see Sister Xinyu?"
Song Minghan naturally nodded.
Jiang Baoqin discovered Song Minghan walking around yesterday, and he was on guard early this morning, but he was caught.
"Song Zhiqing, do you know what is going on in my family? If you come to see Sister Xinyu and let my grandma know about it, she will misunderstand your relationship. At this moment, do you think my grandma will get angry with you?"
The bad news about Lao Jiang's family spread throughout the village, and everyone knew the cause and effect. Song Minghan came to visit at this time. Wouldn't Mrs. Li think that Jiang Xinyu was in love, so she refused the Yao family's marriage?
Song Minghan would definitely not be able to get any favors from him if he came to visit him, and there was a possibility that he would be beaten out by Mrs. Li with a broom.
Song Minghan naturally figured out the key. After hesitating for a moment, she asked: "How is Xinyu? Is she okay?"
Jiang Baoqin replied: "It's okay, you don't have to worry."
Song Minghan simply handed the eggs to Jiang Baoqin, "Give these to Xinyu for me so that she can take care of herself."
"Comrade Jiang Baoqin, I hope you can comfort Xinyu. Her father's death was an accident and not her fault. She can't do stupid things again."
Jiang Baoqin responded repeatedly, and then she said: "Song Zhiqing, I have some math problems that I can't solve, can you help me?"
The college entrance examination will resume next year, so she naturally wants to give it a try.
Song Minghan felt that Jiang Baoqin was very motivated, and there were not many people in the countryside who were so eager to learn. His tone softened a bit, "No problem, you can bring your exercise book to the Educated Youth Point next time."
After the two separated, Song Minghan looked at the cowshed from a distance. It was the middle of winter, but it was a pity that he couldn't get more quilts.
Jiang Baoqin carried the eggs and walked home in a very good mood.
In the yard, Mrs. Li was yelling viciously at Jiang Yuzhu and Jiang Xinyu's door.
What a loser, a loser, no matter how hard it sounds.
Jiang Xinyu had already put on her clothes and was sitting on the bottom bed covered with straw, listening to her scolding.
She only had one evil thought, why hasn't this old lady's lifespan expired? This was the first time she hated someone so much. Even before she woke up so early in the morning, the old lady was cursing at the door.
After so many years of upbringing, she couldn't curse the old lady Li, nor could she imitate her in hitting people with a broom. She was a junior, so she was destined to be bullied by this old lady.
"Milk"
Jiang Baoqin came closer carrying the eggs and shouted.
Mrs. Li turned her head and saw the eggs Jiang Baoqin was carrying. She raised her eyelids and asked, "Where did they come from?"
Jiang Baoqin said: "The educated youth ordered a male educated youth to send it to Sister Xinyu to replenish her health."
Mrs. Li's face immediately dropped, and she immediately started calling Jiang Xinyu a "little whore" and other unpleasant words.
Jiang Xinyu couldn't bear it any longer. Regardless of Jiang Yuzhu dragging her, she pushed the door open and stared fiercely at Old Mrs. Li who was yelling curses.
Old Mrs. Li picked up the fire stick and was about to hit her. Jiang Xinyu caught the stick, and the tiger's mouth hurt. With a strong force, Old Mrs. Li fell to the ground in shock.
"Sister Xinyu, how can you pump breast milk?" Jiang Baoqin was surprised and hurried to help Mrs. Li.
"Which of your eyes saw me hitting someone? It's just because I didn't stand firm. What does it have to do with me?"
Old Mrs. Li was startled by Jiang Xinyu's fierce and cannibalistic expression. After she recovered, she did not let Jiang Baoqin help her, but lay down on the ground and began to splash.
"A shameless little whore who killed her own father..."
Jiang Xinyu knocked on the wall with a fire stick and asked in a loud voice: "My father was killed by you, can you change this fact by scolding me? If you didn't see money and agreed to the Yao family's marriage, he would go
Break off the engagement?"
Jiang Jianmin's death was an accident. No one expected it. Jiang Xinyu said this just to stab Mrs. Li's heart.
The reason why she hated Jiang Xinyu so much was because she was heartbroken over the death of her eldest son.
Jiang Xinyu doesn't have a hot-pot personality. Whoever makes her feel uncomfortable, she has to make the other person feel uncomfortable.
Jiang Yuzhu looked at the current Jiang Xinyu and was a little surprised. The younger sister had always been gentle and gentle, with a particularly good temper. She had never seen her get angry at all, let alone look like this.
Seeing Mrs. Li scolding and crying, Jiang Yuzhu felt really good.
Jiang Xinyu didn't feel sorry for Mrs. Li. Seeing her crying with snot and tears, she knelt down and said, "You should go to my father's grave and cry."
After Jiang Xinyu squatted down, she didn't expect that someone would hit her with something. The object hit her shoulder bone, making her hiss.