Chapter 177 The most solid happiness in the world!
The windows in the inner room were closed and the kang was burning. The hot air made Mrs. Wu feel a little uncomfortable, but she did not stop.
There was a brand new mat and soft quilt on the kang. A middle-aged man was leaning on the quilt with a book in his hand, but he had fallen to one side because of a cough.
This is Mr. Wu, who has been bedridden for many years. He is afraid of cold and wind and can only rest.
Mrs. Wu was angry and distressed. She snatched the book and threw it aside, complaining, "Master, didn't the doctor say to close your eyes and rest? Why are you secretly reading again? And the light in the room is so dim, don't you need your eyes?"
Mr. Wu's face was pale, making his originally handsome face look even weaker. He covered his mouth with his long and thin fingers, and the blue veins on the back of his hands were clearly visible.
"Ahem," he replied with a forced smile, "I just picked it up a while ago. Besides... ahem, I've been following the doctor's advice for several years, but now I'm still half-dead. It's better not to listen to the doctor's advice!"
A flash of pain flashed in Mrs. Wu's eyes, but she comforted him, "Nonsense, of course you have to listen to the doctor's orders. And today we got a good fresh ginseng, which has already been used as medicine. After you drink it, you will definitely feel better than before."
Fresh ginseng?
Master Wu frowned and asked, "Has the person who went to the old house in the south to get ginseng not returned yet?"
Mrs. Wu regretted bringing up this topic and tried to cover it up vaguely.
It is said that there is no filial son by the bedside of a long-term patient. In fact, let alone a filial son, no one can be a filial son.
My husband was very smart and was known as a child prodigy. He started to study and passed the imperial examination at the age of 25. He was admired and praised by countless people and was the pride and hope of the clan.
Unfortunately, he was ambushed and fell ill, and was bedridden for three years. Not only could he not continue with the imperial examinations, he even had difficulty taking care of himself and was even critically ill at one point.
Later, his family donated a lot of money and finally he received guidance from a high monk and came to the north, hoping to save his life.
She was pregnant at the time, and she accompanied her husband and mother-in-law and rushed here to settle down.
The husband did survive, but he still had no hope of walking.
Gradually, the clan members lost confidence in her husband, and even her father-in-law placed all his hopes on her illegitimate son.
Now, it's not just a matter of not being able to get ginseng, but I'm afraid the money for daily supplies will be cut off in the future...
Mr. Wu was smart enough not to ask any more questions. He slowly lay down and closed his eyes, just to make his wife feel at ease.
After his wife left, he slowly opened his eyes...
The old man took the children to sell ginseng, and his family was naturally worried about him.
It wasn't that they were worried about not being able to sell the ginseng, after all, good things are loved by everyone. It was really that Yang Lihua and the others were afraid that someone might be tempted by the money and intercept them along the way.
Fortunately, the carriage arrived home just as the sun was approaching the top of the western mountain.
The big black horse whinnied excitedly, and Sesame Ball came running out of the yard.
Yang Lihua brought Chunhong from the backyard, Liu Dongniang brought Erya out of the kitchen, Tai Yongning opened the window, and Tai Jizong helped pull the reins.
The whole family gathered together, unloading the truck and carrying the filled baskets into the house.
Pork belly, large bones, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar, thin summer cloth, boxes of snacks...
Just by looking at the things purchased, which far exceeded expectations, Yang Lihua and others knew that the family had become rich again.
But no one asked much, they just asked the old and young to wash up and take a rest first.
Zhuzhu held up the chicken leg and gave a bite to her second brother first, then went to ask her mother, aunt and uncle, and even Chunhong and Erya to share a bite.
Of course the last bone was given to the sesame balls!
The whole family smiled happily over the chicken leg, not because they were greedy for meat, but because the fat girl was thinking about it!
Liu Dongniang picked up the kitchen knife and chopped the dumpling filling with a clanging sound, thinking about what vegetables to add to it.
But the old man generously ordered, "Second son's wife, make a bag of meat dumplings today, no need to put vegetables. It's a rare occasion, so let's eat well. Remember to bring your third uncle a bowl!"
"Oh, I got it, Dad!" Liu Dongniang responded happily, and quickly took out the remaining half of the meat and chopped it into meat paste.
Yang Lihua was scooping noodles, and after hearing this, she added another bowl.
Chunhong was peeling onions and Erya was lighting the fire. The kitchen was bustling with activity.
There are eleven people in the family, young and old, and making dumplings requires four full curtains. But Chunhong and Erya are very efficient at the work, especially Erya, who made dumplings very well even for the first time and was very quick to get started.
When the sun had completely set in the west, water was boiling in the big iron pot.
The white and plump dumplings were like a group of little geese, jumping in to take a hot bath.
Tai Yonglu and Tai Yongyue had forgotten their frustration and sat at the door with Zhuzhu, staring at the pot and swallowing their saliva.
Although life at home is much better than before, we can still eat dumplings once a month.
But today's dumplings are filled with meat, and there are no other side dishes except chopped green onions. Just thinking about it makes people feel happy.
It was a rare occasion that Yang Lihua didn't chase the children away. Occasionally, when she saw their greedy looks, she couldn't help but smile.
When the dumplings were cooked, the first strainer scooped them into a large earthenware bowl. Tai Jizu used his clothes to block the dust and quickly brought it to Master Tai San.
Mr. Tai Sanye was having dinner at home when suddenly a large bowl of dumplings appeared, and everyone was surprised.
Mr. Tai San ate the first one and it was so delicious that it almost made him fall down!
He raised and lowered his chopsticks, and finally gave one to each family member, and then there was only half a bowl of dumplings left...
There was a table in the Tai family's main hall. Today, they had discarded the oil lamp and lit candles instead, making the room unusually bright.
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