After finishing his business, Li Wen prepared to go back.
Remembering how the old village chief hadn't hesitated to help Xinghui and Xinghui when Sun Jinhua pushed her down the slope, and how he hadn't tried to smooth things over, Shuiqing called out, "Brother Li, wait for me." She added that she still needed Li Wen's help in this torrential rain.
She turned and went into the kitchen.
Fan Jin knew that Shui Qing had gone to the kitchen to get mutton, so he stayed behind and chatted with Li Wen about the situation in the village.
Li Wen recounted the story of digging ditches in the village in detail, and also angrily recounted the actions of Fan Qian and Fan Damu.
"We've never worked together before, and I never imagined they were such people who disregarded the bigger picture!"
After saying that, she felt like she had tattled on someone, so she smiled sheepishly.
No matter what, Fan Qian was Fan Jin's older brother, and Fan Damu was also a member of the Fan family.
However, Fan Jin and Fan Qian are not the same kind of people, while Fan Damu is like Fan Qian's own brother.
Fan Jin's expression darkened as he asked, "Didn't you tell the old village chief?"
The old village chief should be able to deal with his elder brother.
Li Wen sighed: "Back then, we thought, if Fan Qian and Fan Damu don't dig, can we not dig?"
"We'll have to dig it up eventually. Telling my dad won't do any good; it'll only make him more upset."
His father disliked people who didn't put in any effort but just waited to take advantage.
Fan Jin paused for a moment, not wanting to speak openly, but only reminded him: "When it comes to blocking the flood later, ask my elder brother for his opinion, and then tell your father what he plans to do."
Li Wen's eyes widened, not understanding what Fan Jin meant by those words.
If they're going to use mud to block the flood, would Fan Qian dare not put in any effort?
Besides, even if Fan Qian shamelessly refuses to contribute, they still have to do it.
How could a flood not be stopped...?
Shui Qing went into the kitchen, took out a rough earthenware basin, and opened the pot to put in the mutton.
The mutton, which had been simmering over low heat since noon, was already tender and flavorful. Lifting the lid released a wonderful aroma of meat.
When Butcher Hu heard that the money was going to the old village chief's family, he immediately thought of the old village chief who had stood up for his granddaughter's justice when he came to help his daughter build a house last year!
Immediately, I felt a sense of goodwill towards them.
He directed from beside the stove: "Qing'er, pick up that piece with the thicker skin! It's oily."
Hey, this one's good too, lots of oil in the middle!
We still have some mutton offal soup at home, so scoop out a lot; it'll look bad if we give away too little.
Shuiqing originally preferred to pick out the meat with thin skin and thick flesh, but after hearing her father's words, she realized that people at this time preferred to eat the oilier parts.
The skin underneath is full of oil, which is a very oily and greasy area.
Instead, she followed her father's instructions and put the food in the basket.
At noon, everyone was gnawing on lamb bones, and there was a lot of lamb offal soup left. In the evening, we baked cornbread with wheat flour, filled it with tender and flavorful lamb, and drank it with the lamb offal soup.
Yes, they also have mutton offal soup. There are quite a lot of mutton, over ten kilograms. Let's get some more for the old village chief's family!
The mouth of the coarse earthenware basin filled with braised mutton was wrapped with oil paper, then tied with two loops of thin hemp rope, and finally placed in a bamboo basket.
This way, you don't have to carry it in your hands, which is inconvenient, and you don't have to worry about it getting wet in the rain.
When Li Wen saw Shui Qing carrying a bamboo basket with a large, rough earthenware basin inside, he immediately realized that she was bringing food to his family!
He immediately turned and ran, but Fan Jin reacted quickly and grabbed the hem of his raincoat.
He immediately said with a pained expression, "Little sister, this won't do! If my father finds out that I brought you a message and some things back with me, he'll scold me to death!"
His father doesn't curse, but his words are harsher than curses; he talks about the places that hurt the most!
None of the three brothers were afraid.
Shui Qing smiled and said, "This is for the old village chief! Take it back with you, your father definitely won't say anything to you."
The package was all packed, and Shui Qing handed it over. Li Wen couldn't resist, so he took it with a bitter face and walked back.
After going down the slope, we first went to Fan Qian's house.
Repeating what Shuiqing had said, "You said this morning that you weren't in the mood to dig the ditch because you couldn't find Zhaodi. Now that Zhaodi is alright, you can dig the ditch tomorrow, right?"
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