Mrs. Zhao only felt her face go numb for a moment, and then there was a sharp pain, so painful that she cried.
He stood up and was about to fight back, but before he could throw himself at her, Mrs. Li pushed him back. "So what if I have a daughter-in-law? No matter what, I never bullied her. Unlike you, you don't treat her as a human being."
Although Mrs. Zhao hated Li to death, the pain on her face made her feel powerless and she could only curse at Mrs. Li.
In this way, when the people on the donkey cart got off the cart back to the village, their heads were already filled with swear words. Meng Zhiyu even felt that his ability to argue with others had improved by at least 10%.
He shook his confused and heavy head and made up his mind to go to the library to find books and assemble the bicycle as soon as possible.
After returning to the educated youth's courtyard, he simply washed himself and changed into clean clothes, then lay down on the kang and let out a long breath.
After sleeping for half an hour and listening to a class for a while, I ran to the practice room to mix clay ingredients and made a palm-sized blue starry sky pillow. I looked at it left and right and felt that my skills had improved a little.
"Wangcai, what do you think?"
"It is indeed a bit more realistic. The host can put it up in the store to take a look."
Meng Zhiyu did as he was told and saw the price tag showed twenty-one gold coins.
"Wow!" Meng Zhiyu was delighted and smiled with his mouth open.
All the fruits and other things that were hung before were sold out. Meng Zhiyu looked at the total amount of gold coins he had, which was 8,930.
She rolled over on the kang a few times, then got up and went to the back mountain with the backpack on her back.
Mu Ziwei, who was sitting in the yard fanning himself with a palm-leaf fan, saw this and asked, "Are you going to the back mountain?"
Meng Zhiyu nodded. "Yes, let's go collect some firewood. We'll be busy with farming in the next two days, so we definitely won't have the extra time and energy to collect firewood."
Mu Ziwei thought about it and felt that it made sense. He threw away the palm-leaf fan and walked quickly into the room. "Wait a minute, I want to go too."
Li Tingman and Li Qingqing heard the sound, asked a few questions, and also carried their backpacks to indicate that they wanted to go.
Li Tingman also went to the front to call Song Guangye, and brought Jiang Zengzhi with him.
A few people went up the mountain in a mighty manner. When they entered the back mountain, they felt obviously much cooler. Unlike outside, the wind here was cool.
Meng Zhiyu felt the comfortable cool breeze and couldn't help but sigh, this is the charm of nature, natural air conditioning!
They ran two or three times, carrying the third basket of firewood downstairs. Song Guangye said, "We don't need to cook during the busy farming season, we just need to boil water. This is enough."
Several people nodded, and Meng Zhiyu had no objection, after all, she still had two rice cookers to use.
She piled the vegetables aside, washed her hands, and went to knead the dough. She planned to eat lotus root cakes tonight.
First take out the pork, wash it and chop it into small pieces, then cut some ginger and green onion into small pieces, use water to wash off the mud on the lotus root, peel it, and cut it into two pieces of lotus root connected together.
Put the meat filling between two slices of lotus root, then knead the dough until it is thinner than batter. Take seven or eight double lotus root slices with meat added and let them roll in the batter.
Light a fire and pour in oil, then put the boiled lotus root cakes into the fire and fry them. In fact, it is best to use a frying pan to cook lotus root cakes, so that they will not absorb too much oil.
There were about twenty lotus root sticks. After frying them all, I made some dumpling soup. This is today's dinner.
After dinner, Meng Zhiyu washed the dirty clothes and then played with mud in the yard. She planned to make a thick wooden stick.
Li Tingman and a few others who were also digesting their food in the yard came over curiously and squatted to watch her tinkering. "Are you playing in the mud, reminiscing about your childhood?"
As Meng Zhiyu adjusted the appropriate ratio of soil and water, he nodded and jokingly said, "Yes, anything you want can be made with mud."
When she was a child, she also liked playing with mud. At that time, her grandfather helped her dig it from the river where the water level had dropped. The mud was different from the one she was used to. It was naturally sticky and tough.
But grandpa only dug it for her once, played with it for a while, and then grandma threw it away.
Li Qingqing also felt a little nostalgic. "When I was a kid, I often played in the mud. We would compete to see who could make the loudest noise when throwing the mud balls."
Mu Ziwei also laughed, "We boys are different from you. Let's see who can throw the mud ball farther and more accurately."
Li Tingman listened without saying anything. For her, childhood memories were a bit distant. What she remembered more deeply was her previous life with Song Guangye and their son.
Song Guangye and Jiang Zengzhi came over to visit and saw several people squatting on the ground. "What are you doing? Looking at ants?"
Li Tingman pulled herself out of her memory and looked at the young and energetic Song Guangye. "No, it's Xiaoyu playing in the mud."
In the end, from Meng Zhiyu to everyone else, they took a basin to dig soil, add water and mud. Everyone's face and clothes were more or less stained with mud, and the ground in the backyard was also covered with mud.
Just as they were having a great time, Aunt Wang watched her two daughters-in-law put away the pots and pans, and then she said to her eldest son, "I'll take your wife to see Meng Zhiqing and see what you think of the appropriate things to bring him."
Although he is his son, it is his daughter-in-law who is being treated, so he should pay for it.
Boss Wang held his little girl in his arms and rocked her. After thinking about it, he said, "So, mother, do you think it's more appropriate to give her money or some food?"
He felt that giving her money was a bit too polite. After all, her mother was unilaterally calling them "sisters" and she often said that at home.
Aunt Wang looked at her eldest son, Wang Tian, and said, "I think it's better to give them some food. They're helping your wife with her medical treatment out of my kindness. It's been so many days, and have they asked you for money?"
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