Chapter 9 Villagers Come to the Door
Lin Yuesha nodded. The reason she asked tentatively was because she was worried about her family.
These past few days, she's been thinking about one question: how to change her family's poverty.
Her stepfather had taken the initiative to become a live-in son-in-law, and he probably wasn't wealthy either. He also wanted her stepbrother Xiao Qi to continue his studies. She could tell that her mother, Chen, had dark circles under her eyes, probably not from getting up in the middle of the night to sweep snow, but from working on embroidery for several days in a row.
At night, they relied entirely on the dark kerosene lamp. Sometimes, Chen would not even bother to light the kerosene lamp and would embroider by the light reflected from the snow, which damaged her eyes in the morning and evening.
But what could she do? She could only showcase her excellent cooking skills, but Lin Yuesha didn't get a chance to do so.
At her uncle's house, she unusually asked to cook, and her second cousin, Chen Xiaohua, immediately touched her forehead, thinking she still had a fever.
"So... is there anything good to eat?"
Lin Yuesha swallowed hard. She had grown tired of the delicious food in modern times, but she was suddenly craving it after only a short time here.
My uncle's family lived a very ordinary life. They ate brown rice buns for every meal, and I don't know what was added to them. If you didn't drink the soup, you could choke on them and your eyes would roll back.
"a lot of."
Xiao Qi found Lin Yuesha's greedy expression somewhat amusing.
Well, even though he dislikes her, she's still his sister. Next time he comes back, he'll definitely bring some of her favorite foods.
According to her father, the little girl loves sweets. She's twelve years old, but she still looks childish and is like a little kid who never grows up.
"Restaurants and restaurants are full of delicacies, and there are also several century-old pastry shops..."
Xiao Qi was speaking when there was another commotion at the front door; someone else had come to the door.
This time, it wasn't Granny Wang who came, but rather five or six households.
"Dog Egg's mother, what's going on here?"
Chen went out first and saw a lot of people standing in the courtyard, but she didn't understand why.
When the weather gets cold, every household in the village stays home for the winter, and apart from the elderly ladies who love to chat with their neighbors, very few people go out.
Chen had been a widow for over a decade. As the saying goes, a widow's door is always full of gossip, and apart from her own family, almost no one ever visited her.
It was quite unusual that two groups of people came to visit as soon as Xiao Qi, Xiao Qi's stepson, returned.
"Oh dear, sister, we heard from Granny Wang that Scholar Xiao has returned, and he even brought red paper..."
Dog Egg's mother and Granny Wang's family were neighbors and often visited each other. As soon as Granny Wang returned home, Dog Egg's mother would go to her with the newly acquired Spring Festival couplets to show off.
"We've all come here to ask for Spring Festival couplets."
After saying that, Gou Dan's mother smiled at Chen Shi and praised, "Sister, you've finally made it! You've gotten such a good son!"
Hearing the noise, Lin Yuesha quickly stood at the door and looked around. There were five or six people standing in the yard, their hands empty, without even a single scallion.
Someone comes to my door begging me to write Spring Festival couplets, but doesn't give me anything. Did they bring any money with them?
"My older brother..."
Lin Yuesha was about to speak when Gou Dan's mother spoke first.
"I heard from Granny Wang that the red paper Xiao Shusheng received was given to him for free by his teacher, without asking for any money, and that the red paper was exceptionally smooth!"
After saying this, Gou Dan's mother felt quite smug. She had heard that Lin Xiaoya, that lazy and greedy little brat, still wanted money! Scholars are precious, but even they ended up as live-in sons-in-law, and married a widow at that! Tsk tsk tsk!
"Yes, yes. There's nothing good at home, just a few rough flatbreads, which would be too harsh on a scholar's throat, so I didn't go to their house and embarrass myself."
The others chimed in, finding a perfect excuse for not bringing anything. Scholars are valued; they certainly wouldn't care about their meager possessions.
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