Chapter 7: Aunt Wen

"How can we just let it go? Tomorrow morning, pick up a dozen eggs for me and I'll take them to the village head." Zhuang Ruman said, "The village head is the most reasonable and he values ​​family harmony the most. I'll talk to him about this."

"When the head of the village speaks, others will no longer dare to side with those two damn girls."

"Yes, the boss still has the idea." Seeing that Zhuang Rumen had a solution, Song smiled.

"When this is over, when those two damn girls come back, they should do as I say. They should keep a good face and not let anyone catch them. No matter how angry or how much they dislike you, drag them into the house and beat them up. Don't let them cry and yell in the yard all day long. It's not decent for people to see!"

When Zhuang Ruman spoke, Song nodded repeatedly: "Yes, I really remember it this time. You will see what happens next."

Did you really remember it?

Just the Song family's stupid and pig-like appearance?

Zhuang Ruman still didn't quite believe it, but since Song had promised, he couldn't just condemn her. He just waved his hand impatiently, "Okay, go to bed, there's no point wasting candles here."

After saying that, he put his hands behind his back and went into the inner room.

Song quickly blew out the candle and followed.

The next day, the cock crowed three times.

It’s over, it’s over. If I don’t get up and work, my aunt will scold me.

Zhuang Qingsui was suddenly startled and climbed up from the bed.

However, when he saw the scene in front of him and then looked at Zhuang Qingning who was still sleeping, he suddenly realized that he had moved out with his sister.

Besides, my sister said yesterday that I should sleep until I wake up naturally.

Zhuang Qingsui lay down again with peace of mind, turned over, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

When he opened his eyes again, Zhuang Qingsui was half awakened by hunger and half awakened by the fragrance.

The subtle fragrance, with a hint of sweetness, smells so good.

Seeing that Zhuang Qingning was not around, Zhuang Qingsui hurriedly got up from bed. As soon as he reached the door, he saw Zhuang Qingning busy in the kitchen of the thatched hut.

"Sister, what did you cook? It smells so good." Zhuang Qingsui stretched her head and looked into the pot bubbling with steam on the stove.

The white flour porridge rolled back and forth in the pot, with a layer of yellow egg flowers floating on top.

On the edge of the iron pot, there was a row of cornmeal pancakes, which also gave off a strong cornmeal aroma. It was obvious that they were now cooked.

"Are you awake?" Zhuang Qingning deftly used chopsticks to pick up the cornmeal cakes on the edge of the pot, and poured the porridge with egg drops into the two people's bowls.

Zhuang Qingning had a very good grasp of the portion size, not too much, not too little, just two bowls.

"Go wash your hands and face quickly. By the time you're done, the egg drop porridge will no longer be hot and will be just right for drinking." Zhuang Qingning urged.

"Yeah." Zhuang Qingsui nodded woodenly, but did not move. She only asked with a puzzled look on her face: "Sister, where did you get the white flour, and the eggs, and the iron pot..."

"Hush, don't make a sound." Zhuang Qingning motioned her to speak more quietly: "These are things left by our parents. They hid them away so that they could be used if anything happened to us in the future."

"My parents never gave us a little brother, and they were afraid that after a hundred years, we would not have anything and would have trouble living, so they put some things and money in a big jar and secretly found a place to bury it."

"When Dad and Mom passed away, you were still young, and I was afraid that you would lose your patience. If you revealed it and let your uncle and aunt find out, you would lose it, so I didn't tell you."

"I secretly dug some out last night when it was quiet. I was afraid that others would find out, so I didn't dare to take too much. It's barely enough for us to use in the next few days. When we get back, I will slowly take some things out. This way, we can use them on a daily basis without arousing too much suspicion."

"As for these eggs, I picked them up on the edge of a field last night when I was digging for something. I don't know whose chickens were running around and making a nest, but I saw two eggs in it, so I picked them up."

After listening to Zhuang Qingning's explanation, Zhuang Qingsui suddenly realized: "So that's how it is."

"Well, if anyone asks you about this in the future, just say you don't know, so that others won't know about it, okay?" Zhuang Qingning instructed, keeping his head down the whole time, not daring to look Zhuang Qingsui in the eye.

Lying to a child makes one feel a little guilty.

Zhuang Qingsui didn't notice it and was completely convinced by what her sister Zhuang Qingning said.

I just nodded repeatedly and said, "Don't worry, sister. No matter who asks me in the future, I will never mention this and will never let anyone else know."

"Be good." Zhuang Qingning patted her little head: "Hurry up and wash your hands and face, and get ready to eat. This egg porridge must be drunk while it's hot. It won't taste good when it's cold."

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"Okay." Zhuang Qingsui happily scooped some water to wash his hands and face. After cleaning up, he came over and followed Zhuang Qingning, holding the bowl and slurping the egg porridge.

The porridge is sweet and smooth, with a light fragrance of flour mixed with the rich flavor of eggs. Then take a bite of the cornmeal pancake mixed with a little white flour. Such a breakfast can be described as delicious.

After the two sisters finished their meal, they washed the bowls and pots and cleaned up.

"Come on, Qingsui, let's go to Uncle Wen's house." Zhuang Qingning said.

"Go to Uncle Wen's house?" Zhuang Qingsui's eyes widened. "Sister, isn't Uncle Wen said to have a bad temper and scold and beat people at the slightest provocation? Why are we going to find her?"

"I want to discuss some things with Auntie Wen. Ask if we can rent her tofu shop. If we can make tofu and sell it in the future, we can have a living." Zhuang Qingning replied, "Don't worry, I am discussing things seriously. Why would Auntie Wen beat and scold us for no reason?"

"Then..." Although Zhuang Qingsui was very afraid of Aunt Wen, since her sister wanted to go, she nodded and said, "Let's go."

"Let's go." Zhuang Qingning took Zhuang Qingsui's hand, and when they left, they picked up two leftover pancakes that they had just made in the morning, and went out together to Uncle Wen's house.

Aunt Wen is the wife of Uncle Zhuang Xing in the village, whose surname is Wen.

Wen is a very famous person among the ancestors in the village.

Known for his bad temper.

She never uses any words to scold people and is more ferocious than any other man in a fight. Even the village head Zhuang Jingye is very afraid of her and does not dare to provoke her easily.

Even when many families discipline their disobedient children, they would threaten them by saying that if they continue to be disobedient, they will be sent to Aunt Wen's house.

(End of this chapter)