Upon opening her eyes, Shen Qing found herself in a mud-and-thatch hut, wearing clothes covered in patches, eating corn paste, and seeing no trace of meat or oil. Shen Qing: This is too miserable! ...
Chapter 325 Belongs to Them Truly
Pinggu and her four daughters also went out.
When I came out, I saw Jiang Xiangnan pulling a slaughtered sturdy ram on a cart in the cold wind. His smile was brighter than the summer sun. "There are only the pig's head and offal left. My mother said not to bring it. She said that although mutton is not as fat as pork, it is the most nutritious in winter. It would be nice to have stewed mutton and mutton soup for the New Year tomorrow."
In addition, these more than one hundred goose eggs are used to make dumpling fillings. My mother said that this year is your first year here, and it is also everyone's first year, so we must make a good start. The food delivered today includes white flour, which is more than enough for making dumplings. We don't use corn flour during the New Year, it's all white flour!
As for the other dishes, my mother said you can decide for yourselves. What I sent is a New Year gift."
Jiang Xiangnan kept saying "My mother said so", his tone full of pride without realizing it.
Everyone's eyes welled up with tears when they heard this. They already had enough to eat, but they never thought their master would want to give them a good New Year by sending them a whole sheep! And it was a fat ram!
They are just servants...
A woman turned her head to look at Pinggu, her mother, and her daughter, and asked in a low voice, "Pinggu, will the master give the servants any New Year gifts?"
Why did she feel that it was different from what she had heard before?
Ping Gu pulled a bitter smile at the corner of her mouth, but before she could speak, the four girls beside her said, "How is it possible! It's only good that the aunt we met has meat and flour for the New Year, and she thought of letting us servants have a meal too.
In other families, the master is the master, and the servants are not even considered human beings! They are even worse than livestock. Livestock can even have a separate soybean meal during the New Year, but servants can only pick up the leftovers of the master, eating whatever is available and as much as there is left.
"Don't worry about eating hot food. Whether you can eat enough depends on luck."
"When you encounter bad days, it's extremely depressing. You dare not even breathe. You are terrified every day, afraid that you will be sold out if you are not careful, or punished if you have done nothing wrong but your master is in a bad mood! So it's all fate. We are lucky to have met Auntie, so we can live a good life."
Ping Gu frowned slightly and corrected him disapprovingly: "It's not because of good fortune that we have a good life, it's because your aunt is kind and treats us as human beings. That's why we have a good life as her servants!
Therefore, we must cherish our blessings. If our master is doing well, we should do even better. Otherwise, if we are expelled or sold off, we will have no idea what miserable life will be like in the future."
Only with comparison can we understand deeply how good our lives are now.
When Jin, Yin, and Zhuobao thought about the days they had spent in the Cao family, their small bodies couldn't help but shudder in fear.
My mother embroiders day and night, but she only earns a little over 600 coins a month. This money is not given to her, but directly to my father. So, my father is still the only one who supports the whole family!
But Dad didn't use the six hundred coins to supplement the family's food. Instead, he took it out to drink and gamble, and when he got drunk and lost, he came back to take it out on them. Mom begged Old Madam Cao several times, but she advised her to put her husband first and not have any other thoughts. It was a heinous crime for a woman to have unfaithful thoughts, and no one would plead for her even if her husband killed her!
After the Cao family offended someone and came to hide in the mountains, they didn't even have a penny of monthly salary. My mother spent more and more time embroidering, but they almost starved to death...
Not only did the woman who asked the question hear it, but the other women and children heard it as well!
They thought about the days before they came, and they couldn't stop shaking.
Not to mention being sold, they were even driven out. Their ability was only enough to live their previous lives. It would have been miserable, but how desperate would it be to go back to the previous hard times after experiencing the good ones?
Images flashed through their minds and they shook their heads.
No! They work hard and do their best. They won't leave!
Over there, Jiang Xiangnan directed the men to fetch knives to chop the lamb, and had someone send goose eggs to the kitchen. Finally, he pulled out a basket from the bulging oilcloth on the front of the cart, smiling brightly: "Come on, come on, children from each family, go get a basket filled with food, and when everyone is together, all the children from each family should line up in front of me!"
The sheep had been slaughtered, so there were inevitably bloodstains on them. The goose eggs were stained with goose droppings and mud. The precious sesame malt sugar could not be mixed with them, so they were placed separately in the basket at the front of the cart.
After hearing the words, the children ran as fast as deer.
They rushed in and out of the house, holding large or small pots and plates in their hands.
Those who were not busy stood on tiptoe and stretched their heads to watch curiously, they were extremely curious.
Meat and eggs are so precious, but they were just put on the cart and pulled over. No matter what is in the basket, can they be more valuable than meat and eggs?
Jiang Xiangnan saw the children lined up in front of him, holding the plates high in both hands, and looked at him excitedly with his clear eyes, as if he saw himself at the beginning of the year.
His smile widened. He held the basket with one hand and lifted the cotton cloth covering it with the other, and instructed, "This is sesame malt candy, half a pound for each, regardless of whether it's a boy or a girl.
My mother said that what is distributed to the child belongs to that child. If a girl doesn’t like to eat it, it’s okay, just give it back and don’t give it to anyone else, including her brothers and sisters!
My mother said that anyone who disobeys orders cannot be kept. If you think we don't know, you can try, but as soon as we know, we will kick out everyone, including my parents and their entire family!"
He doesn't understand why he can't give food to his brothers and sisters if they don't like it. Maybe there are really some people who don't like it.
Mother said that there might be some girls who don’t like to eat it, but not many. If there is no such rule, then maybe “many girls will not like to eat it and will voluntarily give it to their brothers”!
Their concepts will not change much in a short period of time, so they have to rely on "rules and regulations" to restrain them.
It takes a long time to form a customary habit!
The men and women were confused and didn't know why this rule existed.
But this is half a pound of sugar, especially with sesame seeds on it, it looks fragrant. I originally thought it was a full half a pound, and my daughter had a big appetite and could give some of the leftovers to her younger brothers. But I didn't expect to hear the rules set by the master right after that.
The words that Pinggu and her four daughters had just said were still lingering in their ears, and suddenly everyone was shaking their heads like rattles!
"Master, don't worry! What belongs to the children is what belongs to the children. We will not touch what the master has rewarded them with!"
"Yes, there are boys too. They are all the same. Why would they need to eat their sisters?"
All the girls lowered their heads, biting their lower lips tightly, not daring to be happy, but still couldn't help feeling happy from the bottom of their hearts.
This is their own candy, belonging only to them, and they will not give it up - at least not openly for various reasons or as a matter of course.
It truly belongs to them.