"She beat me with a wooden board with a nail on it..." Zhang Xiuzhi said calmly.
What she didn't say was that her stomach was pierced and became inflamed, and her father didn't send her to the infirmary. If it weren't for her master who knew herbal medicine, who knows what would have happened to her.
"You've suffered so much!" Chen Yumei touched Zhang Xiuzhi's scar with her rough, calloused fingers, not knowing how to persuade her. "From now on, I'll listen to you about your family's affairs. I'll do whatever you say."
She poured another cup of brown sugar water for Zhang Xiuzhi. She didn't want to talk about Zhang Xiuzhi's family affairs, but she couldn't help getting angry and said, "It's all about money. Your father asked you to get married just for money. Now that you guys are making a lot of trouble and can make money, I'll let Wangcai leave you some money, but I'll let you deal with it when the time comes."
"No, Auntie, I can make money!" Zhang Xiuzhi said, holding the teacup. "Besides, Wangcai has given me some money."
"That's more like it..."
As the two were talking, Zhang Xiuzhi waited for the dough to ferment. She then washed her hands, kneaded the dough, and made steamed buns. She was busy until dawn, when Zeng Wangcai and the others next door got up.
Zeng Wangcai and a few others went to brush their teeth and wash their faces. After they went back home, each of them ate two steamed buns made of 1/2 tsp of flour. They then wrapped more than ten or twenty buns. He didn't know whether Old Man Liu would come back, so he still prepared some.
After preparing the delicious food, Zeng Wangcai helped seal the copper teapot to prevent it from being spilled on the way.
The copper teapot had not been sealed yet, but Yan Bugui was already waiting anxiously outside.
"What is this? Why do you carry such a big teapot?" Yan Bugui asked when he saw the copper teapot.
"Of course it's tea, let's go!" Zeng Wangcai didn't mention the brown sugar water when he saw Yan Bugui carrying a kettle. It's not that he was reluctant to give it to others, but he just thought it was better to have less trouble than more.
When I was ready to ride away, the question arose again: who would take whom?
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