Farmer Fubo is open for business

Half of Song Jizu's body went numb. He coughed, looked back, and said in a low voice: "Go in the evening."

After lying at home for a few days, Hou Shimen finally recovered. Song Jizu felt that his whole body was stiff from sleep. He was about to go out to stretch his muscles when he unexpectedly met Widow Cui.

This Widow Cui is in her thirties. She is not very good-looking, but her skin is extremely white, like tender tofu, and feels soft and smooth.

Song Jizu had sex with her twice, but she asked for a lot of money each time, which made him very impatient, so he let her go.

Looking at it now, it had a different flavor, and Song Jizu couldn't help but feel itchy.

Widow Cui winked at him, twisted and walked back.

Song Jizu wanted to follow him, but he had to give up because he wanted to have dinner at home soon.

Wandering to the old house, I saw Mrs. Wu and her son Chang An bargaining with the salesman.

"There are twelve items in total, but only two cents are given. This is too little." Wu frowned and said, "Can't we have more?"

The salesman shook his head: "No more, this thing is not unusual. The two cents I paid is already very high. When I sell it later, I have to put some colorful thread on it. Alas, madam, business is hard to do, so don't make it difficult for me." .”

Wu sighed: "Two texts is enough."

After two days of hard work with Chang'an, I only earned two pennies.

The salesman put away twelve strands of Buddhist beads strung with straw beads, took out two copper coins and handed them to Wu.

Wu had just received the copper coins and was about to pick a ribbon for Chang An. When she looked up and saw Song Jizu standing not far away, she couldn't help but shuddered and immediately pulled Chang An back to the house.

Today, my husband is not at home and has gone to buy grain and seeds. Chang'an and I are the only ones left at home.

She couldn't have anything to do with the Thousand Swordsman, it was disgusting just to look at him.

Wu immediately locked up the door and made noodles and steamed buns with Chang An at home.

She has not been to her step-mother-in-law's house for the past few days. She is in a much better mood and has free time to think about other things.

For example, how to make money.

Although straw beads were easy to get, they were not valuable. Even if they were taken to the temple fair, they would not be sold for a few pennies, so she exchanged all twelve strings to the salesman.

However, there are several soapberry trees in the woods outside the village. I wonder if the fruits on them have been picked?

If there is any left, you might as well pick the fruit back and use the core of the soapberry to make beads, which will definitely be much more valuable than grass beads.

Thinking this, the corners of Wu's mouth turned up slightly.

Chang'an raised his eyes and saw his aunt laughing, so he laughed too and poked the dough with his little hand: "Mounted buns, made by Chang'an!"

Mrs. Wu nodded: "Okay, once Chang'an learns how to knead dough, Auntie will be more relaxed in the future."

Changan chuckled and quickly washed his hands.

Today she is going to make the most beautiful flower buns.

Wu kneaded the dough, put it on the kang and woke up for a quarter of an hour. Then she sprinkled flour on the clean table, kneaded the dough into pieces, and then kneaded them into round, fat buns.

Chang'an wanted to make a flower roll, so he rolled the dough into a long strip, coiled it around, and nodded with satisfaction.

Wu raised her eyes and felt like she was going blind.

Is that a piece of shit?

But seeing how excited her little niece was, she reluctantly put these strange buns into the steamer.

Well, as long as my niece is happy.

Chang'an made five flower buns in one go before he was satisfied and stopped.

Then he hugged Huahua and said, "Huahua, make, make steamed buns, and you, you can eat them too."

Huahua meowed, purring in her throat, and rubbed her furry head against the little baby.

After a while, the buns were steamed.

Chang'an couldn't wait to get out of the pot.

Wu uncovered the steamer, fanned away the heat, and saw the ones made by Chang'an, which were almost lifelike.

It was originally brown, and with its shape, Wu didn't have the courage to take a second look.

This kid's craftsmanship is really lifelike.

Chang'an stretched his head to look for the steamed buns he had made, and then shouted happily: "Eat, eat steamed buns."

Mrs. Wu took out the buns from the steamer one by one and put them into the straw basket.

Five uniquely shaped ones were also specially placed on top.

Chang'an took a steamed bun, happily ran to Huahua, took off a piece and handed it to it: "Hurry, eat it quickly."

Huahua's eyes widened and she looked at the steamed bun in her little master's hand with a horrified look. She jumped back and ran out of the house as if running away.

Chang'an:.

Even if you don’t eat it!

The little doll put the bun in his hand into his mouth and nodded with satisfaction.

The buns she made were so delicious that she would make them every day.

However, the seedling in her hand only had three leaves left, and she didn't know if they would grow again in the future.

Early the next morning, as the sun had just risen, Changan took a steamed bun he had made and went to Aunt Qianzi's house to see Brother Goudan.

Goudan was now able to get off the bed and was sitting at the door basking in the sun.

"Here." Chang'an took out the steamed buns and gave them to Goudan: "You, you eat."

Goudan stared at the steamed bun in the little doll's hand for a long time before asking, "What is this?"

"Momo!" Changan said proudly: "I, I made it!"

Goudan took the steamed bun, put it under his nose and smelled it before taking a bite.

Changan stared at him and asked: "Is it delicious?"

Goudan nodded: "It's delicious."

Chang'an smiled and said mysteriously: "Inside, there are, there are small beads."

Goudan choked and struggled to swallow the steamed bun in his mouth. He lowered his head to look at the rest and confirmed that it was only made of wheat noodles, so he felt relieved.

Qiaoer came over and handed Changan a boiled egg: "My mother gave it to you, eat it quickly."

Chang'an was not polite, took the egg and knocked it on the wall a few times, peeled off the egg shell bit by bit, and then divided the egg into three.

I eat half of the yolk myself, give half to the dog egg, and leave the egg white to Sister Qiaoer.

After the three children finished eating the eggs, Goudan also ate the strange steamed buns given by Chang'an, and felt that they were in much better spirits than before.

Chang'an watched Sister Qiaoer play picking up apricot kernels for a while before going home.

"Chang'an, would you like to go pick wood soapberries with your uncle and aunt?" Mrs. Wu took out the ear protection hat and put it on Chang'an.

"Okay, okay!" Changan nodded repeatedly.

She likes to go into the mountains the most. There are many beautiful flowers in them, and she can also find bird eggs.

Wu brought a basket, carried Chang An in, and wrapped him in a small blanket.

My husband and I plan to go collecting soapberries for a whole day, so we have to bring our little niece with us.

After carrying her backpack, Mrs. Wu talked to her husband while walking: "Sanshun, our family only has two acres of land, why did we hire two cows?"

Currently, only two households in the village have old cows. If the villagers want to plow their fields, they must ask those two households for help.

There is no need to pay for invitations from fellow villagers, but morning tea and afternoon tea must be delivered to the villagers on time.

That's not a casual meal. Four or five eggs in one meal are not enough, and two meals are a dozen or so.

Sanshun was silent for a moment and said, "Dad asked me to plow their fields as well."

Wu knew it would be like this.

Although she doesn't have to go to the new house to serve that family these days, her husband is often called by his father-in-law to fetch water and chop firewood.

Sometimes the father-in-law even vaguely suggested that he should go over to do the laundry, but his husband refused.

Unexpectedly, he even had to handle plowing matters fairly.

Is this still a separation?

In fact, the husband is the free long-term worker of Song Jizu's family, right?