Butcher Hu stared with his big, round eyes, puzzled, and asked, "Why wouldn't I let you do it?"
He's not stupid!
He couldn't be happier if everyone in his family could earn money.
However, "Don't overwork yourself, you still have your son. Let him do all the dirty and hard work."
A son is meant to be used, so that he can shoulder the burden of supporting the family in the future.
Mrs. Hu was relieved.
I'm not planning to have dinner at my daughter's house right now; I just want to get home before it gets dark.
After being away for so long, the house must be filthy. I'll clean it up when I get back, soak the rice, and start steaming it early tomorrow morning.
Butcher Hu had no objections.
The two waited for Hu Wenhua to return from cutting bamboo.
"Father and Mother, let me take you there in the oxcart. The carpenter has just made a few wooden barrels, which I'll bring along as well," Fan Jin said, stepping forward.
Butcher Hu originally wanted to say that it wasn't far, and it would be too much trouble to deliver it back and forth!
Upon hearing that there were also wooden barrels, he had no choice but to swallow his words.
Shuiqing went inside and brought out a lot of things she had bought before, mainly tinderboxes, candles, and lamp oil.
Mrs. Hu was always frugal, and she would save money on these expensive items whenever possible, rarely buying them.
They stocked up quite a bit when they went to the prefectural city last time, and they will go to the prefectural city often in the future so they can buy more at any time. Today they took the opportunity to bring some back for their parents, who might be able to use it later.
Fan Jin said to his mother-in-law, "Mother, you've worked hard these past few days. The weather is cold this year, and there might be a shortage of charcoal. Don't worry, I've already spoken with the charcoal burners in the village, and they'll deliver some charcoal to you."
Jinniu and Yinniu burn charcoal every year to sell. He has already told them that this year's charcoal doesn't need to be transported outside to sell; it can all be sold directly to his family.
Shuiqing said she wanted as much as she could get, and that once the new house was built, there would be plenty of space to stock up.
His mother-in-law probably wouldn't be willing to buy too much, so he'll send it to them later.
He will also send it to his biological mother. She gave birth to him and raised him; he should fulfill his filial duty.
Hu's mother's first reaction was to refuse: "I didn't help much, it wasn't hard work for me."
"You don't need to bring us charcoal. Your father and brother earn money at home; we have the silver to buy it ourselves."
It's convenient to have charcoal for stewing a dish in winter, but you don't need much.
Even though my son-in-law brought it all the way here, I still feel sorry for him even though he wasn't my own child. He must have been exhausted.
"It's good that you have the intention." This time, Butcher Hu's attitude was much better, and he didn't seem to dislike Fan Jin as much as before.
Fan Jin said no more. "There's an oxcart. The charcoal is ready. We can't send it back now, can we?"
When Hu's mother saw that her daughter had packed a lot of things for her to bring home, her face flushed red, and she quickly waved her hand and whispered, "My Qing'er, this is not allowed!"
They've been here for over ten days, intending to help, but what if they take things back with them?
He has no face in front of his son-in-law.
"You didn't even give any to your mother-in-law, how will your son-in-law feel if you give it to us?"
Shui Qing chuckled, "It's alright, Mother. Your son-in-law said this is to express his gratitude for your help; it's an extra gift."
If my mother-in-law came to help, I would prepare something for her, but now she's not doing any work. If we send her things, she might become spoiled and have a big appetite, which we won't be able to afford.
I asked Fan's mother beforehand. She had pain in her hands, back, and whole body and couldn't do any small work. Yet she still sent things over. Even if I sent her a fish, she would complain that it wasn't accompanied by oil for frying the fish!
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