Fragrance Returned

Ding Xiang dropped the book, hugged Mrs. Zhang's legs and said, "Mother, egg custard."

"Okay, Mom, steam the Xiangxiang and add two drops of sesame oil."

My daughter likes to eat egg custard with some sesame oil.

Dingxiang’s noon meal is egg custard plus half a steamed bun, while Zhang’s is three steamed buns plus a bowl of boiled water and two pieces of salted radish.

When Mrs. Zhang fed Dingxiang, Dingxiang pushed a spoonful of egg custard to Mrs. Zhang, "Mom, eat it."

Ms. Zhang smiled happily.

This smile will be remembered for a lifetime. My mother in my previous life and my mother in this life were both very beautiful, but their smiles were not one ten thousandth as good as Zhang's.

"Xiangxiang is so filial," Ms. Zhang said.

She put the spoon to her mouth and said "ba" twice, pretending to eat, and then put the egg intact into Ding Xiang's mouth.

This drama happens frequently between mother and daughter. Ding Xiang really wanted Mrs. Zhang to eat it, but Mrs. Zhang just couldn't bear to eat some of it herself.

In the afternoon, Ding Xiang woke up from her lunch break and stayed next to Mrs. Zhang to watch her intubation. Zhang was already skillful with his hands, and gained experience in embroidery shops in the capital. The style of the stitches he made was unique and popular, and the price was good. Zhang's enthusiasm for making stitches became even higher.

Watching Zhang's knotting is one of Ding Xiang's favorite things to do now, and it also lays the foundation for some future plans.

Seeing that her daughter was paying attention, Mrs. Zhang would explain everything whether she understood it or not.

The wisdom of the ancient people cannot be underestimated, as can be seen from Daluozi. The style of play, style, type, meaning, and color matching all seem to be achieved to the extreme.

For example, decorations on sachets, purses, fan bags, and accessories, as well as concentric knots, bow knots, long knots, clover knots, wishful knots, double money knots, etc., are beautiful and delicate.

Zhang's dexterity allows several strands of thread to fly between her fingers, eventually turning into some kind of beautiful ornament or object. It's just that the strings she uses are not very good, and the price they can sell them for is limited.

Suddenly there was a sound at the courtyard door, it was Mrs. Zhao who came.

The two sisters-in-law get along well and often do needlework together.

Mrs. Zhang opened the door and said with a smile, "Zhen'er isn't here?"

Zhao said, "I went to the shop in town with my mother-in-law to find his father."

She took out a piece of winter melon candy from her purse and stuffed it into Ding Xiang's mouth.

Her shop sells dry miscellaneous products, as well as these miscellaneous candies, and occasionally brings a few pieces to Lilac.

Ding Xiang said vaguely, "Thank you, Auntie."

Mrs. Zhao smiled again and said, "Something happened to the big house..."

When she came here, she passed by the big room and heard Ding Xia's scolding and Wang's crying coming from inside, so she went in to watch the excitement.

Ding Sifu is four months older than Ding Xiang. He is almost two years old and cannot walk or stand firmly.

I didn't pay much attention to it before, thinking it might be the child walking late. Later, I asked the town doctor and the traveling doctor to come and see me, but they couldn't find anything wrong.

Mrs. Wang was anxious and asked Mrs. Xia for 200 Wen. She carried her child to the county hospital for medical treatment early this morning.

The doctor at the medical center said that the child's right leg was broken at some point and had not been treated, and the bone became crooked. The child is still young, and if he spends money to go to the provincial capital to have his bones broken and then reattached, he may be cured. If it is not treated, he will be lame in the future.

Going to the provincial capital to treat this disease would cost no less than twenty taels of silver in total.

The big house was so poor that he didn't even have five taels of silver in his savings, let alone twenty taels. It is impossible to sell houses and land just to be rich.

Ding Sifu will be a cripple for the rest of his life.

Mrs. Wang was unwilling to give in and asked for money to be cured. Everyone else disagrees. It doesn’t matter whether you can borrow money or not, even if you borrow it, you can’t pay it back.

Mrs. Wang cried and made a fuss, and Ding Youcai beat her.

Ms. Zhang guessed, "The child never complained about pain when his leg was broken. It was probably broken a few months ago."

Zhao said, "No. Ding Xia scolded Wang for not taking good care of her son, and even pinched her. Huh, Wang shows off every day how amazing she is at giving birth to four boys in nine years. Now it's great, she gave birth to a lame child. .”

Mrs. Zhao hated Mrs. Wang the most for showing off to heaven that she could have a son. If she becomes crippled, she will no longer show off.

Zhang said, "God is still wise. It's not that he won't retaliate, the time has not yet come. The evil things done by Ding Xia and Wang will be repaid by their children and grandchildren."

Zhao said, "Yeah. I heard from my father-in-law a while ago that if the Hao family couldn't give birth to a son, the uncle and the Ding Xia family would adopt the fourth rich man to them. The fourth rich man was lame, and Ding Youshou and his wife would definitely not be willing to take it. I don’t know who will adopt her. Bah, she still wants her grandson to break pots for my father-in-law and the head of the family. How dare you think about it."

The people in the big house were unlucky, and Mrs. Zhang and Mrs. Zhao had no sympathy at all, and even took pleasure in their misfortune.

Ding Xiang's heart was in turmoil.

She felt that Ding Sifu might have rolled out of bed and broke his bones, but it was more likely that Hao was unwilling to adopt the child and hated Wang's son for being provocative, so he deliberately broke or broke Ding Sifu's leg. .

That woman once wanted to do something to herself when she was five months old, and she could definitely do such a thing.

It would be unconscionable to attack a baby who has no power to restrain a chicken.

The two of them talked about Shen Shichu making dinner, and then Zhao got up and went home.

Mrs. Zhang got up and went to the kitchen to cook.

Ding Xiang sat by the stove and watched Mrs. Zhang busy.

Steamed two-meter steamed buns, bacon and radish soup, stir-fried dried tofu with garlic sprouts. There is half a catty of bacon, and everyone can eat a few slices today.

He also used a small clay pot to cook half a can of minced meat rice porridge for Ding Xiang. The minced meat is bacon, and combined with the aroma of rice soup, it is very fragrant.

After the bacon was cooked, Mrs. Zhang picked it up and cut half a piece of the shiny fatty meat into Ding Xiang's mouth. It was so fragrant that Ding Xiang couldn't bear to swallow it.

Life in a farmhouse is sweet and warm, and a little fat can make you happy for a long time.

The sun was setting in the west, and the sky was filled with colorful clouds. Lilac ran to the door of her house and waited for her grandfather, father, and brother to come home.

Kuroko squatted next to her.

This is what she and Heizi do every day, and there was Ding Liren before.

Mrs. Zhang took a cotton cloak and put it on her.

It was time to finish work. The villagers returned to the village in twos and threes carrying farm tools, and Lilac greeted them loudly.

"Grandpa Li."

"Mother Xia."

"Grandma Xia San."

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Ding Xiang doesn't go out often and doesn't know many people, but almost everyone she knows likes her. I think she smiles whenever she sees people, and is indeed pretty and lovable. She is much better than the overbearing and foul-mouthed Blacksmith Ding.

The villagers happily talked to her:

"Xiangxiang came out to wait for grandpa again?"

"Xiangxiang will bring a big bowl tomorrow. I'll squeeze a bowl of milk and take it home to drink slowly."

"Haha, Xiangxiang is so smart, maybe she can really be Feng Suzhen in the future."

…

"Well, we're still waiting for dad and brother."

"Thank you, Auntie Xia."

"Haha, grandpa is joking."

…

Not long after, four figures, two tall and two short, appeared in the glow at the entrance of the village.

Lilac staggered towards them.

Heizi also barked and trotted along with his little master.

"Grandpa, daddy, eldest brother, second brother."

The soft and soft children's voice floated in the evening wind, extremely cheerful.

Villagers passing by stopped and smiled at the stumbling figure.

Ding Zhuang took a few steps to pick her up and threw her up, making Ding Xiang giggle with joy.

Thank you, Mo Mo and Song Amei, for your rewards, and thank you for your monthly votes and all your support. . . Some friends feel that the update of the festival is slow and the plot is slow. Don’t worry, there will be more updates when the text is released next month. Qingquan had already controlled the number of words when the heroine was a baby, but some plots had to be written. Through the little heroine, she could feel the love of the family, and a lot of foreshadowing was also laid in the unintentional plot. Don't worry, the heroine is growing up soon. . .