The Way of the Peasant Mother-in-law

Boss Zhou coughed, and Mrs. Li shut up, but she couldn't hold back her pride. Hmph, Mrs. Zhao, don't think that having a son will give her the confidence to grab her position in the family!

Boss Zhou stopped looking at his nasty daughter-in-law and said, "Dad, we went to my father-in-law's house in the afternoon and bought some pork and fish. We gave this year's New Year's gift separately."

Zhou Shuren nodded to show that he knew, "Okay, you can go back and rest too!"

Zhulan stood up and said to Mrs. Li, "Let's make dinner, roll noodles tonight."

Mrs. Li asked, "Mother, is the noodles soup noodles or fried noodles?"

Zhulan hasn't eaten fried sauce noodles for a long time, and she's really greedy. "I'll take out a piece of meat in a while and make half of it a non-spicy bolognese sauce, and half of it with a spicy bolognese sauce."

Li Shi was greedy, "Mother, I'll go back and change my clothes first, and I'll go to the kitchen later."

"Go, I'll get the noodles and meat out."

"Okay, mother."

Zhou's bean paste is made by Li's. Bamboo orchid didn't like to eat sauce in modern times, but in ancient times, he liked bean paste. The fried sauce is especially fragrant when eaten with pancakes. Zhulan has to eat it every few days. .

Every year, the Zhou family does not make much sauce. This year, adding Zhulan’s favorite sauce will make it even faster. It’s only enough to eat until the beginning of spring. Zhulan thought about buying some beans to make sauce.

The origin of soybeans in China, there were records of soybean cultivation in ancient times, but the cultivation was not widespread. The Zhulan family did not grow soybeans, and the beans used for bean paste were bought from the Zhangjia family that sold tofu.

There were not enough noodles in the two pots for dinner. My one-year-old granddaughter, Yulu, ate the bottom of the bowl. If I don’t eat it, I can still eat some food. Fortunately, the little girl’s appearance did not follow her parents, and she inherited it from generation to generation. Zhulan's appearance is also a beautiful doll. Since Zhulan came to the house, the food is ready, and the little girl has enough nutrition to drill out a lot of baby teeth, and she clapped her hands with joy.

Zhulan was fed up. Looking at the rest of the family, her stomach was like a bottomless pit, especially if the eldest and the second were not in the pot, they could still eat two bowls. It is thick, otherwise it will not be able to support it just by eating.

Early the next morning, Zhulan had eaten and prepared gifts for the patriarch's house, a piece of silk cloth, a pound of cakes, and nothing else. Zhou Shuren's copy of the paper was worth enough, not only to reintegrate into the clan, but also to benefit. The entire clan, thus allowing Zhou Shuren to occupy a position in the clan, and making the clan owe others favors, served multiple purposes.

Zhulan set aside a fan to prepare the little girl from the patriarch's family to get married next year.

Zhou Shuren, Zhulan and other eldest sons and grandsons packed up and went to the patriarch's house together.

Patriarch Zhou is also restless in winter. The family study of the Zhou family is not like other private schools where students can be found in every village. As soon as there is no access in winter, there will be a holiday. There will be no delay, Clan Chief Zhou will go to the clan study every day and come back.

Zhou Shuren and Zhulan came to pinch. Patriarch Zhou just arrived home, and Patriarch Zhou’s eyes were bright. He helped Zhou Shuren and waited for Zhou Shuren to come to the door. Unfortunately, it took only a few months. It would be a lie to say that he was not disappointed. He thought Zhou Shuren It has changed, but it still hasn't changed, and there is no hope anymore. Zhou Shuren came to the door instead, and brought his eldest son and grandson with him. This is to communicate with the clan.

Patriarch Zhou drank tea slowly without saying a word, and Zhou Shuren was not in a hurry.

The wife of Zhou Wang's clan chief smiled and said to Zhulan, "What kind of wind is blowing you here today, is there something wrong?"

According to past experience, all gifts are to do business.

Zhulan put the basket in Zhou Wangshi's arms, "Look at what Auntie said, we are all family relatives with the same surname. Seeing that the Chinese New Year is approaching, we are not allowed to visit our elders."

Zhou Wangshi was stunned for a while. He didn't come to do business. He couldn't make up his mind for a while and looked at the old man.

Patriarch Zhou indicated, "It's rare for the Shuren couple to come here. You prepare some good dishes for them to eat here at noon."

Zhou Wangshi felt that it was rare, and said with a smile: "Sure, then I'll accept it with a smile. I'll let the old people prepare, and Mrs. Yang will talk to my aunt in the back room?"

Zhulan silently recited that in ancient times, women's status was so low that she couldn't even listen in, "I've wanted to kiss my aunt for a long time."

Zhou Wangshi paused, thinking in his heart that he really didn't expect that Yang's was not a club at all, and he would say more when he looked at his mouth.