It takes at least half an hour to walk from Shanshui Village to Niutou Town, so they need to hurry home, otherwise it will be inconvenient to travel at night.
Shuiqing understood this principle, turned around and went into the house to take out the prepared brown sugar.
Butcher Hu's rugged face hardened, and he was about to start cursing when he heard his daughter say lightly, "The brown sugar is for Mother, to help her recover."
I kept some for myself, and Yan Qiuxing will have enough to drink too.
Butcher Hu realized that his daughter had already said everything he wanted to say, so he silently swallowed his words.
He took the oil paper package, and with a quick lift of his hand, he knew it weighed about two pounds. After a moment, he said with a nasal tone, "Good, good, your mother is enjoying her good fortune!"
Two pounds of brown sugar, how many copper coins would that cost? My daughter is really generous.
He glanced at his son-in-law furtively and saw that his son-in-law looked perfectly normal, clearly knowing and agreeing. He immediately straightened his back a little.
Before he came, his wife repeatedly told him not to take anything from their daughter's house, fearing that if he brought things back, his son-in-law would look down on him, and his daughter would lose face in front of him and have no status at home.
Now that the son-in-law has agreed, everything should be fine, right?
"Oh my, what a filial daughter! Butcher Hu, what are you dawdling for? Hurry up and take her with you."
"If it were me, I'd quickly tuck it into my clothes and cover it up, afraid someone would snatch it away!"
The men who followed shouted loudly.
Butcher Hu blushed and spat, "Nonsense!"
This is brown sugar, how can you carry it around in your pocket? It'll melt and clump over time.
He held the oil paper bundle with hemp rope in his large, fan-like hand and said affectionately to the children, "Stay home and behave well. Your grandfather will have your uncle bring some fatty meat another day!"
Turning to look at her frail son-in-law, her expression shifted to one of disappointment and exasperation. However, for the sake of Hongtang, she held back her words, nodded in acknowledgment, and then waved her hand, shouting, "Alright, let's go back! Don't see me off!"
A group of a dozen or twenty people walked away, chatting and laughing.
With a large population and the current overall stability of the dynasty, and no natural or man-made disasters, they are not worried about safety.
Shui Qing and Fan Jin escorted him all the way to the village entrance before returning home.
On the way back, we ran into Aunt Zhang and others who came to deliver water chestnuts.
"Fan Er's wife"
Shui Qing's temples throbbed as soon as she heard that title.
She quickly stopped them, saying, "Aunties, ladies, just call me Shuiqing, it'll save you the trouble!"
Hearing her say that, the other women realized that their previous way of addressing her was awkward, so they changed their words and said, "Shuiqing, look at my water chestnuts. I peeled them and put them in the water as you said. I just took them out before I came. They're so fresh and not dry at all. Is that alright?"
Even after saying that, I wasn't sure what to do.
Other families are afraid of getting their weight down after soaking in water, but the rich young masters in this city won't say they're heartless, will they?
Shuiqing reached out and pinched it, quite satisfied. "Okay, Sister-in-law Guifen, did you bring the scale?"
The scale was a rare and precious item; only the village chief's family had one. When they went to the village chief's house at noon to discuss some matters, they casually mentioned that they would like to borrow his scale for a while.
Wang Guifen immediately replied, "Yes, yes! How could I not bring this?"
“Okay, let’s go to my place together, weigh it, and write down the weight, including the rice from noon. Tomorrow, we’ll distribute the rice according to the recorded amount.”
"OK!"
"I'll listen to you!"
The dozen or so women were even more lively than the dozen or so men from before. They linked arms with each other, carrying bamboo baskets and chatting and laughing as they walked toward the high ground at the edge of the village.
At the Fan family home, Fan's mother looked at the large group of women making a lively scene with surprise, and frowned, saying, "How strange, is there any happy event in the village recently?"
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