Chapter 095: One point is good, she always wants to get ten more
The brother and sister chatted for a few more words before they dispersed, mostly the village chief comforting Auntie Song, the cousin.
Fan Qingyi and her daughter left Shanhe Village, and there were two roads around the corner.
One went to the town, and the other went to the school in the next village.
"Mom will pick you up after school and take you to the town to get to know the way."
Li Liuli nodded, and Li Zhenzhu squeezed Li Liuli, with a longing for her new home flashing in her slightly red eyes.
Fan Qingyi smiled and motioned to her two daughters, "Go, I'll see you off."
After the twins walked away, she carried the bag in one hand and held Xiao Shanhu in the other hand and walked to the town.
After putting down the bag in the town, Fan Qingyi rested for a while, and then held Xiao Shanhu to find Song Youwei and Jiang Yanhong.
"There is no quilt at home. Although it is summer, we still need to have a blanket. I want to ask you where I can find a place to get cotton wool?"
"You want to buy one?"
Jiang Yanhong frowned. "It's very expensive to buy one. It's not worth it."
Fan Qingyi knew that he didn't need to pay for it, but there was no other way now. He couldn't let several children sleep on the bare floor.
It was already September, and they would get cold.
"We have an extra quilt. You can use it first, sister-in-law..."
Jiang Yanhong said with a smile, "It just so happens that we have something to give to sister-in-law. Take it over."
Fan Qingyi opened his mouth to refuse.
"It's a wooden barrel that someone else didn't want. I thought it would be convenient for my sister-in-law to put it in when she makes soup, so I asked Cheng Ran's father to re-hoop it and change the wood. It can be used for a few years and save a few dollars." Jiang Yanhong happily took credit for it.
She treated herself like this. Fan Qingyi couldn't say no when the word "really"
came to his lips. "Thank you so much." Jiang Yanhong sighed, "We are all family, sister-in-law, please don't be polite with us. In the future, our two families will have to take care of each other in this place. Maybe we will have to rely on you in the future." Her last sentence was obviously a flattering remark to please Fan Qingyi. Unexpectedly, the following words came true. Fan Qingyi likes Jiang Yanhong's personality, which is very similar to Liu Feifei. She is straightforward in her words and deeds, and her mind is clearly on the surface. She is pleasing to the eye. "By the way, sister-in-law, do you have a handcart for stalls? I asked Youwei to ask around, and there are some sold in the village, but they are not cheap..." Fan Qingyi waved his hand hurriedly, "I have already bought them, Feifei took me to buy them, and there are square tables and benches for guests to eat, seasonings for cooking, pots and pans, etc...." Jiang Yanhong calculated in her mind, "Then everything is ready, you get ready, and you can set up the stall tomorrow..." As the two were talking, a few handcarts came from a distance, full of things. Jiang Yanhong frowned. "There are more and more stalls, and there are still so many people eating. I'm afraid it's getting harder and harder to make money." Fan Qingyi nodded. There was still more than an hour before lunch, so Song Youwei was left to watch the stall kneading dough, and Jiang Yanhong took Fan Qingyi to get the quilts and wooden barrels. "We have covered the quilts with quilt covers and just dried them. They are very clean. You and the children can stay together for a while. When you make money, you can buy new cotton and make new quilts." Jiang Yanhong is a little woman who knows how to live. Although the rented place is small, she keeps it very clean and tidy. Fan Qingyi smiled and responded from time to time. The two chatted casually and delivered the quilts and wooden barrels to the yard rented by Fan Qingyi. "Oh, your yard is nice, clean, spacious, and well-lit." Jiang Yanhong liked it at first sight. When she saw Fan Qingyi open the door of the west wing, she looked at the three bright main rooms in confusion, "Why don't you live in the main room?" Fan Qingyi whispered about the old lady hanging in the east room. "The children are young, I think it's better to avoid it. Give the old lady some valuable gifts or burn some incense during the holidays." Jiang Yanhong nodded quickly, "That's right, you are thoughtful, it's worth it, it won't cost much." Before leaving, Jiang Yanhong looked at the east room twice more. Fan Qingyi thought about it and asked her, "If you don't mind, you can move to the west room together." "No mind." Jiang Yanhong's eyes lit up. After saying that, she frowned and refused, "Forget it." [My sister-in-law is a widow with three girls. If my husband and I move in, it will be bad if others gossip and slander her. The spit can drown people. Alas, why do people have to have a mouth! ] Fan Qingyi didn't know whether to laugh or cry. The two of them walked to the textile factory together. Jiang Yanhong felt more regretful. Fan Qingyi persuaded her, "The house is empty anyway. You can live together, and someone will share the rent with me. My aunt and Cheng Ran will come, and they will have a place to live." Jiang Yanhong was really tempted. It took nearly an hour to walk from their rented place to here. In one hour, they could do a lot of things. Maybe they could even sell breakfast. But... if someone saw a man coming in and out of a widow's home, my sister-in-law would be criticized. She sighed and said, "Forget it." Whenever Fan Qingyi met someone who was nice to him, he couldn't help but return the favor. "Then let's think about it later. There must be a way to live together." Jiang Yanhong smiled and thought that there was no way to solve this problem. They definitely couldn't live together. After spending the whole afternoon at the couple's stall, they had lunch and left. Fan Qingyi also took the children back to the yard. First, he made the bed and put down his little daughter who fell asleep on the way. Then he began to clean the house carefully again.
The big tree was still some distance away from the wall. Fan Qingyi thought for a moment, took out a small hoe from the space, and started to dig up the land. She was going to plant some vegetables at the corner
of the wall, so that there would be an excuse for always eating vegetables at home. The same thing happened with the open space next to the woodshed. She cleared it and planted vegetables.
She only left enough space for two people to walk side by side from the front door to the main hall, and the rest was left open.
During this time, little Shanhu woke up from hunger, so Fan Qingyi sat under the shade of the tree to feed her.
When she was weaning, Auntie Song had advised her not to breastfeed anymore, and that she could still grow up by drinking rice porridge.
Fan Qingyi did not agree, and endured the pain to let Auntie Song give her an injection to get her milk back.
After eating and drinking her fill, little Shanhu lay on the square table, patting her belly, and tilting her head to watch Fan Qingyi work.
After Fan Qingyi cleared the field, she began to sow seeds and then used a pipe to draw water from the space to irrigate the field.
She worked until the sun turned red in the west. It was time for the twins to get out of school.
She carried Xiao Shanhu to pick them up, and walked back and forth for more than an hour.
When they got home, Xiao Shanhu was wilted again, and yawned while nestling in Fan Qingyi's arms.
Li Zhenzhu ran around happily in the yard, "Mom, are we going to live here from now on?"
"Yes, for the time being." Fan Qingyi smiled.
Li Liuli put down her schoolbag, glanced at the yard, and her eyes fell on the locked main house.
Fan Qingyi didn't know how to explain it to the children, so he just pretended not to see it. He smiled and gently shook Xiao Shanhu, and asked his two daughters, "To celebrate our move to a new home, we will cook a delicious meal tonight. What do you want to eat?"