Using the wood-type ability to grow bean sprouts for a few days was indeed very useful. At least Jiang Baizhou, who had been coughing for two nights, not only stopped coughing, but also had the energy to do something.
In the morning, Song Jiayu first fed the two chickens in the chicken coop, then picked out two eggs and touched the two hens' bright feathers which were no longer there after they were released.
"Ah, I know you've been feeling depressed staying in the chicken coop."
Old Mrs. Wang, who lived nearby, happened to hear these words and stared at Song Jiayu in surprise. Is this still the sarcastic wife of Jiang Baizhou?
"In a few days, during the Dragon Boat Festival, one of you will be freed, and the other will probably be freed next month. Don't worry, I will make you fragrant and delicious, and will definitely live up to your original taste."
Old Mrs. Wang: Look, it’s still that sarcastic Jiang Baizhou’s wife.
"You must be crazy to be able to talk to chickens."
Of course Song Jiayu heard this. This was the bad thing about the small courtyard. The houses were close to each other. When she was doing that thing with Jiang Baizhou at night, she had to suppress the sound for fear that the wall might have ears.
"Really? But why did I see your Wang Jianye catching a cicada and talking to it yesterday? Is he crazy?"
Old Mrs. Wang: I can’t win the argument, absolutely not.
"Bah, you're so vicious! Sooner or later Jiang Baizhou will divorce you!"
Song Jiayu pointed at her face and said, "With my looks, who would want to divorce me? Old lady, you are not envious of my good looks, are you? Don't worry, I will definitely not be as good-looking as I am now when I am old."
Old Mrs. Wang: “.”
He turned around and went straight into the house. If he couldn't win the argument, could he hide away?
At this time, Wu Li, who was wandering around the compound, said, "Jiang Baizhou's wife, do you like chicken? I'm a buyer for the factory and I often go to the countryside. If you want to eat something, I can help you get it."
This kind of familiar look has happened several times in the past two or three days.
When he introduced him for the first time, he said he was Jiang Baizhou's good brother.
Song Jiayu didn't quite believe it, because if they were really good brothers, Jiang Baizhou would have told her a few days ago.
After she asked, she no longer had a good impression of this man who suddenly showed his courtesy.
Yes, this man was very attentive to her and cared about her.
But Song Jiayu's current identity is Jiang Baizhou's wife.
Being attentive to a married woman not only means trying to lead her into committing a crime, but also wants to be her mistress. This is a huge moral issue, okay?
Song Jiayu shook her head with a wooden face: "No, my husband will give me whatever I want to eat."
"Is that so? Well then, next time you have something to ask me for help, you can ask me for help. As long as it's you, I will definitely help." Wu Li didn't think that he could win over Song Jiayu in just a few tries. In order not to offend the beauty, he had been patiently controlling himself and playing some tricks. If this happened in the countryside, he would have used money and tickets to win her over long ago.
He believed that he would be able to win Song Jiayu over sooner or later. After all, how could Jiang Baizhou's sickly body satisfy a beauty?
Now the beauty is looking at him coldly and harshly, which means she has never seen his good side.
Thinking of looking at the beauty under the moonlight, Wu Li's heart also became hot.
Song Jiayu: There’s something wrong with this guy’s brain!
There are many troublemakers in the courtyard, but there are also kind-hearted people who share the same ideals.
Song Jiayu grabbed a handful of melon seeds and gave them to Aunt Cuihua, wanting to know what was wrong with Old Madam Qian today.
Today, the old lady Qian from the Qian family in the courtyard changed her usual state of cursing and doing things in a messy way while doing housework. She actually started working quickly, sweeping the floor, dusting the cobwebs on the roof, and fetching water from the pool. She went in and out of the house several times with a rag in her hand. The dirty sewage turned into relatively clear sewage, and she even set her sights on Song Jiayu's eggs.
There is a task related to Old Lady Qian. You have to refuse to give her eggs and find out her special secret.
Faced with this task early in the morning, she still felt that she could not complete it. If Old Mrs. Qian did not come to her to exchange eggs, could she still make up stories that Old Mrs. Qian came to her to exchange eggs and then refuse?
Well...it doesn't seem impossible, but it's a bit too unethical.
I'm getting off topic. Song Jiayu was thinking about how to complete this task when Old Lady Qian came to her door.
I came to her house empty-handed and said, "Xiao Song, can you lend me two eggs? My family suffered a lot the past two days. Please lend me two eggs for the sake of our neighbors and my old age. I will remember you."
This... is really speechless.
You will suffer great punishment if you open your mouth. You are old, so how can you be entitled to take things from other people for free just because you are old?
If I agree this time, I'll probably come to borrow a chicken next time.
Song Jiayu retorted directly, "Old lady, Aunt Zhou Ying is a third-level riveter in the factory, earning 47 yuan a month. Add Uncle Qian, and it's over 70 yuan a month. How come she can't even afford eggs?"
"It's not that I don't want to lend you the eggs. My son Bai Zhou is in poor health, and I've saved all the eggs for him to nourish his body. I really don't have any extra to lend you. Why don't you go ask our old sister, Old Lady Wang?"
Old Mrs. Qian felt that she was too greedy to think of taking advantage of Song Jiayu.
Having rejected Old Lady Qian, half of the mission was accomplished. The other half was also found during the afternoon leisure time. Now I went to find Aunt Cuihua to inquire about the news.
When eating melon seeds, it is best to talk while peeling and eating them.
"Aunt Cuihua, what's wrong with the old lady? Are you planning to change your appearance?"
"That's not the case. Her family is willing to pay money to have a look. The girl will be here tomorrow."
Song Jiayu's lively eyes widened. "Which girl is so blind as to come to his house? Aren't girls in this county picky?"
Xiong Cuihua disagreed: "Old Qian's family is well off. Qian Youfu doesn't have a job right now, but he's waiting to take over Old Qian's job. Zhou Ying is a third-level riveter. How can she not be attentive when raising her own son? The first few years after marrying into a family are tough. Not only is there pressure from your mother-in-law, but also from her mother-in-law's mother-in-law."
"Aunt Cuihua, are you playing a riddle to me? Tell me quickly, which family is this girl from?" Song Jiayu did not argue with Aunt Cuihua on the question of whether it was a good idea to marry into the Qian family. Her ideas were from the 21st century, while Aunt Cuihua's ideas were from the 1960s. There was no point in arguing about this, and she would rather watch the show.
"Do you remember Romeo and Juliet? They were the daughters of the old Wen family." Xiong Cuihua said excitedly.
This is a melon combined with another melon. Are they ready to produce a bigger melon?
Song Jiayu still remembers the feud between the Chang family and the Wen family. Now that the Qian family is added to the mix, it's even more exciting.
"Aunt Cuihua, tomorrow we'll move some chairs to the yard and take out our thick winter quilts to dry in the sun, shall we?"
"Me too."
The two people eating melon seeds smiled at each other, both looking forward to tomorrow.
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