Because of this incident, the old lady firmly believed that this adorable baby was a little lucky charm who would definitely bring good fortune to their family. She was certain of it.
"It's not much. The point is that I lost some silver, not how much. Never mind, let's talk about it when Da Bao comes back. You can keep this loose silver here for now."
We haven't separated the family yet, so all the money in the house must be there; I'll manage it.
"Brothers, you must be tired too. Take a rest first, and go back tomorrow."
The eldest sister-in-law watched as the silver was taken away, and she was furious but dared not speak out. She wanted to have the courage to take a gamble, but she had nowhere to go.
Mo Yan has a thatched hut, while she has nothing here. If she's really sent back home, her parents can give her a rope and let her take care of herself.
The uncle didn't want to stay any longer. "No need," he said. "You still have a lot to do, so we'll leave now."
My uncle left with his sons, and now only my own family is left in the house. My little one came out and said, "Grandma, Mom really didn't take it. She's always been with me."
The eldest sister-in-law didn't seem to care. She couldn't control this brat, so what was the point of bringing this up now?
"Grandma knows. Why did you come out? Go back inside quickly."
"You two quickly take your sister back home."
Guai Bao was taken back again. Just as the old lady was about to say something, Yang Erbao couldn't help but ask, "Mom, we have money at home, why did you say we didn't?"
Yang Erbao remembered that his mother always said the family was very poor and didn't even have many copper coins.
old lady:"……"
The old lady glared angrily at her son, her face stern. "What, are you going to argue with me about this?"
"Mother, I just...I just..."
The moment I saw my mother's dark face, all the courage I had mustered vanished.
"Look at your pathetic self, what great things could you possibly accomplish? Go back to your own yard."
The old lady took the loose change and went back to her room.
Everyone was unhappy about this.
Someone who witnessed all of this ran over to the thatched hut and told Mo Yan what had happened.
At this moment, Mo Yan was preparing to tidy up the yard. She had brought back the sand and stones earlier. Since she hadn't had any glutinous rice, she could use the mud to get the proportions right.
Seeing that Mo Yan didn't react, the other party felt it was pointless and turned around to follow her back.
It's strange, I don't know what Mo Yan was thinking, why didn't she seem worried at all?
She didn't even get angry. Could it be that she's really that magnanimous and doesn't care at all? Why doesn't she believe it?
Halfway there, she turned back and asked, "Mo Yan, don't you feel happy or carefree at all?"
Mo Yan looked at the other person and smiled. "Auntie, you're really strange. Why would I have that feeling? To me, they're all strangers. They have nothing to do with me. Why should I care about strangers?"
What does it matter to me whether they're doing well or not?
Besides, why should I tell her?
To put it simply, this auntie's relationship with the original owner wasn't this good before. The reason she keeps coming here to say these things is just to see her make a fool of herself, to see her angry or happy, and then to tell her what she thinks. She's just stirring up trouble.
“I’m very busy right now. I’m busy cleaning the house, raising the children, and doing chores. I don’t have time to care about other people’s business, and I don’t want to.”
After hearing this, the aunt had nothing to say.
"I know, I know. I just wanted to make you happy by telling you about how badly they bullied you before."
Since you don't want to hear any of this, I'll head back now.
She left quickly.
That evening, the old lady didn't come out and forbade them to cook, so everyone went hungry.
Seeing this, Hei Ya said she would go cook, but the old lady scolded her, saying she was a reincarnation of a starving ghost.
It wasn't until the next morning, when the old lady was starving, that she got up and asked her sister-in-law to cook.
My sister-in-law had to come over to cook, and the old lady found her precious baby.
"Sweetie, are you hungry? Grandma will give you some snacks."
It was jujube cake, and the other children really wanted some, so the old lady shared some with them as well.
Guaibao quickly pulled the old lady aside and said, "Grandma, don't worry, in a couple of days when I feel a little better, I'll earn money for you to spend."
The old lady didn't take it to heart at all. How could a child earn money?
But seeing how serious her son was, the old lady thought that her son was really well-behaved.
The old lady had been waiting for her eldest son to come back, but after two days there was still no news. She was getting anxious, so she quickly asked her eldest daughter-in-law.
"I won't hit you or scold you this time. Just tell me honestly, where did Da Bao go? Why hasn't he come back these past two days?"
Sister-in-law: "..."
“Mother, I really don’t know. That night, my husband told me in a mysterious way that we were about to make a fortune and that I should wait at home. He said he would buy us hairpins in a couple of days.”
My husband used to stay out all night sometimes, but I never paid much attention to it.
My sister-in-law has had a tough time these past few days. She's been constantly scolded and has to do a lot of chores, and she doesn't want to do them anymore.
Now she also wants her son to come back quickly to ask what happened. If he doesn't come back soon, she'll be tortured to death by her mother-in-law.
"Didn't you notice anything else unusual? What good are you if you can't even control your own husband?"
The sister-in-law just wanted to laugh at this. Could she even care? Did she dare to care? She didn't even want to think about what would happen if she did.
"It's the daughter-in-law's fault."
The old lady was furious at her son's submissive demeanor. She was worried, but even more afraid that her son would take the money and squander it.
Her bad mood didn't last long; her sweetheart wrote a few notes, saying he would take her to earn money.
The old lady couldn't recognize any of the words on the paper, but they looked a bit crooked and not as neat as her grandson's handwriting. "Sweetie, are you sure this is writing?"
It is indeed writing, but it's simplified writing. The writing style at this time is definitely different from that of the beloved character in the past.
"Grandma, that's right, these are characters. I just don't recognize some of them, so I wrote them down in my own way. These are all recipes."
Guai Bao thought to herself that although she couldn't cook, she had ordered a lot of takeout when she lived in that era, so she knew some of the dishes. Besides, Baidu had everything. She remembered some recipes, and even if she didn't know them, she could guess some of them.
She wrote several classic works.
Stir-fried eggs with tomatoes, shredded pork with garlic sauce, spicy blood curd, Buddha Jumps Over the Wall, and sliced beef and tripe in chili sauce, etc...
It has to be said, these are still quite classic.
But she may have overlooked one problem: does she really know the ingredients?
We don't have tomatoes here, nor the ingredients for Buddha Jumps Over the Wall, and as for the rest...
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