He Hongjin asked three questions in succession, and Chen Guifen listened and said:
"There are only a few pieces of meat on the pig's feet, and the hair on them has not been cleaned. What are you doing with them? It's not enough to trouble them."
"Don't the mothers of the treasures like to eat this? You go and get it, pack it, and then ask them to pack it up and stew it for themselves. It's cold and it won't go bad..."
He Hongjin stood at the gate of the house.
Chen Guifen thought so and went back to the kitchen to pick up the pig's feet hanging from the beam.
The old couple had just stepped out of the hospital when their back legs squeaked and Zhao Lanxiang stood in the courtyard.
Zhao Lanxiang held her face, looked in the direction of the courtyard door and began to curse:
"We ate here and got them here again. These two old immortals are so biased!"
Unable to express his anger after cursing harshly, Zhao Lanxiang hurried into the room, pulled down Minmin who was taking care of her younger brother by the bedside, and slapped her across the face.
Brother He who was sleeping in the bed moved, looked back, rolled up the quilt and continued sleeping facing inward.
Minmin's face was sore from being slapped, but she didn't dare to say a word despite being slapped several times. She just shrank and crossed her chest, and hid in the corner of the room.
Zhao Lanxiang was also cruel. After the slap, she still felt that it was not enough, so she pulled Minmin's thin arm and pinched and twisted it.
"You lose money, you stupid thing! You are clumsy and can't do anything. What's the use of having you?!"
The only sounds in the room were Zhao Lanxiang's yelling and Minmin's muffled cries.
Minmin had been beaten so many times in the past that she didn't dare to shout at all.
Because once you shout, you will get more and more severe beatings.
The farce continued for a while, and finally Brother He couldn't stand it anymore.
Brother He opened the quilt and sat up:
"Can you please stop going crazy during the Chinese New Year? What if you beat her to death?"
Brother He just didn't say anything. As soon as he spoke, Zhao Lanxiang turned her finger on him:
"Eat my mother's food, drink my mother's food, what's wrong with me hitting her twice? If you feel distressed, you should take out the money!" Zhao Lanxiang reached out to Brother He, and Brother He slapped her hand away:
"Get money? What else do you want from me? Which month's salary is not handed over to you?"
"How much money do you make a month? How many mouths are there waiting for food at home? My Yaozong has never tasted milk powder since he was born, but you have the nerve to say so!"
Brother He's chest rose and fell violently, and he almost fainted from the fragrance of Zhao Lan.
His salary of twenty or thirty yuan a month would be handed over to him in the morning and handed over to her intact in the afternoon.
That's it, isn't it enough?
How many people in this village can earn twenty or thirty yuan! ?
Zhao Lanxiang was messing around, and Brother He was too lazy to argue with her.
Brother He rubbed his forehead, frowned and glanced at Minmin who was huddled in the corner, trying to resolve the family conflict by turning it into a big deal and a trivial one:
"She is almost the same age. If you are really upset to see her, find a matchmaker to meet her after the Chinese New Year tomorrow."
Minmin in the corner was stunned for a moment, then heard her mother sneer and say:
"Looking for a matchmaker?"
Zhao Lanxiang opened her mouth to curse, but as she thought of something, she swallowed back the curse words on her lips.
Things that look so bad can only be exchanged for a few dollars even if they are exchanged for betrothal gifts.
But...
A glint flashed in Zhao Lanxiang's eyes.
Rather than exchanging people for betrothal gifts, she had a better idea in mind.
……
The Fu family has been sorted out a long time ago.
When Lu Miao got home and put away her things, the first thing she asked was Fu Jingyou to light the stove. (End of chapter)