Seeing He Xiner's face that was still cheerful turned down and her eyes darkened, the smile on Ye Xusheng's face froze, "What's wrong? But it doesn't taste good?"
Shaking her head, He Xiner didn't know how to express herself. She glanced at the pastry box with a lack of interest, then looked back at the west wing and pointed in the direction.
Ye Xusheng pursed his lips, feeling mixed emotions in his heart and remained silent.
He tried every means to treat her well in order to atone for the sins of the old Ye family, and what he did was not enough...
Erni was thinking about her second uncle and second aunt, and he understood that, but he didn't dare to take the risk, just in case, if his grandma found out, he would never have any private money in his hands again. Then he would see Erni's thin body.
There is nothing Xiao Lian can do, he will die of guilt.
It's better to disappoint Er Ni now. After thinking about it, Ye Xusheng said: "You eat first, you are still young and your body is important. The family has just harvested food. It's not that important. Life is easy."
Brother, study hard, and when you pass the examination as a scholar, you can exempt your family from taxes, and your life will get better and better."
It turns out that taking the scholar examination has such benefits!
I was thinking about listening to the gossip from the villagers in the fields. They all said that this year's harvest was a bumper harvest, 20% better than previous years. Just like my cousin said, life should be easy.
Well, it will get better and better.
Seeing that she was happy again, Ye Xusheng also raised the corners of his mouth.
In the evening, Ye Xusheng took out his coat and put it on He Xiner as usual, then picked up the small box containing the things and sent He Xiner back.
It was said that the second house of Lao Ye's family had just finished the autumn harvest. Lao Ma took a look at the eggs he had saved and decided to go to town to sell them in exchange for some oil and salt.
I am so busy in autumn that I cannot make do with some boiled vegetables as usual. I have used up all the oil and salt in the past few days, and I feel so distressed that I want to scold my mother.
But there was nothing she could do about it. Usually her daughter-in-law was afraid of her, but this time it was as if she had agreed upon it. She tried her best to add fuel and salt, but she couldn't control it even if she wanted to. Besides, the old man was so tired that his eye sockets were sunken.
It's time to eat some oil and water.
Having saved a total of forty or fifty eggs, Mr. Ma was worried about whoever went to town, fearing that others would deduct a few cents.
It was market day, and Mr. Ma got up before dawn, put on his clothes, put on his backpack and went out.
In the early morning of autumn, the dew was heavy and the wind was cold. When she opened the door, the autumn wind blew on her body, which made old Ma shiver with cold.
I regretted for a moment that I should have ordered my son to go. It was so comfortable to sleep in bed at this time. My eyes were rolling but I still felt uneasy. Everyone's mind was like a sieve, not sure how to calculate her money!
It was the darkest time at this time. Old Ma groped his way out. As he walked, he gritted his teeth and cursed his two daughters-in-law: He knew that I had to go to the market early in the morning, but he didn't even mention it to warm her mouth.
Drink water and make warm meals.
A bunch of white-eyed wolves!
With her familiarity with the road conditions, Lao Qian had no problem walking. When she reached the entrance of the village, the sky turned white, and Lao Ma walked faster and faster. She had to go early and come back early, otherwise her daughter-in-law would look at her.
If she is not at home, her food will be in trouble again.
After all, she was getting older, even though she was sweating from exhaustion, she walked for nearly an hour. By the time she reached the foot of the big archway of Pingning Town, the sun had already risen very high, shining warmly on the earth.
Old Ma was tired, thirsty, and hungry. He wiped the sweat from his forehead, took a breath, and walked back to the streets of Zhenxi.
The stalls in the market all started their business early. Along the way, people selling steamed buns, pastries, wontons, noodles... all kinds of fragrances came to my face, and my already empty stomach smelled all kinds of things.
The aroma of the food is even more exciting, and the gurgling sounds are so joyful!
Mr. Ma struggled to move his eyes away from the steaming noodle pot, swallowed hard, and didn't dare to look around. Wouldn't that be torturing himself?
But she couldn't help but feel guilty: The people in this town are so rich, so much flour! Her family could only eat a few bites during the Chinese New Year.
When I think of my two sons who are too lazy to get gangrene, they come to the town to do part-time jobs during their spare time to earn some money for this mother-in-law. This chapter has been completed!