Now that her sister-in-law is asking, Xiuhua thinks that what her grandmother said she had to give back even if she didn't want to must have been the money her older brother sent back.
Besides this, she couldn't think of anything else in her family that her grandparents would care about.
The more Xiuhua thought about it, the more certain she became of her suspicions. She then told Ningjing why she had doubts.
Ning Jing stroked her chin. If Fu Hongxing's parents were willing to give the money, then it wouldn't be so easy to handle.
Actually, the main problem is that I don't have any evidence.
Making a scene now will do no good for yourself or your family.
The eldest uncle's family could easily shift all the blame onto their deceased parents-in-law.
As for why there was no money left after the parents-in-law died, they will probably deny it completely.
(Does the host want to know where those stubs are located?)
While Ning Jing was agonizing over her troubles, Fu Qiang's question suddenly came to mind.
"You know that?"
(With gold coins, anything is possible.)
Fu Qiang replied firmly.
Ning Jing narrowed her eyes. If Fu Qiang said that, then those stubs should still be in the hands of her uncle's family, right?
"Let me think about it."
She wasn't in a hurry to ask how many gold coins were needed, and politely declined.
(……)
Fuqiang was stunned for a moment, feeling that things were not quite what he had imagined.
Shouldn't the host be very generous and say that no matter how many gold coins it is, she needs to know where the stubs are right away?
Then, after finding a way to get those stubs, we'll shut up that shameless family of my uncle!
Now that she could get the information about those stubs from Fuqiang, Ning Jing was no longer in a hurry.
As soon as she saw the bone broth in the pot start to boil, she immediately lifted the lid.
Then I poured some vinegar into it.
"Sister-in-law, why are you pouring vinegar in?"
Xiuhua was a little puzzled, because very few people in the village actually bought vinegar to eat.
It tastes sour, like something has gone bad.
How can you drink perfectly good bone broth if vinegar is poured into it?
"There are good things inside the bones, so you have to add some vinegar to cook them better."
Ning Jing explained patiently.
"Don't worry, you can't drink this bone broth yet. We'll scoop it into a ceramic pot and simmer it on the embers overnight. I guarantee the bones will be so tender they'll melt in your mouth!"
At this point, Ning Jing's eyes couldn't help but curve into a smile, and then she licked her lower lip.
Is it really that troublesome to simmer it in charcoal all night?
Xiuhua tilted her head in confusion, but still obediently washed the ceramic jar clean and brought it over.
After Ning Jing ladled all the bones and broth from the pot into a ceramic jar, Xiu Chun and Tie Dan returned, pushing their wheelbarrow.
"Auntie, it smells so good!"
Following Tie Dan and Xiu Chun in was Wang Guihua's second son, Zhao Genmu.
"Sister-in-law, Sister-in-law Guihua asked Zhao Genmu to accompany us to the mill."
Tie Dan and Zhao Genmu carried the cornmeal into the kitchen together, and then Tie Dan whispered to Ning Jing.
Ning Jing patted his head, then smiled at Zhao Genmu, who was only 13 years old but very tall, and said, "Genmu is such a good boy. Auntie's family is making corn pancakes tonight, you can eat with us."
Zhao Genmu blushed upon hearing Ning Jing's words.
He had just smelled the aroma of meat and blurted it out without thinking.
When Ning Jing invited him to stay for dinner, he quickly waved his hand and said no.
After saying that, he dashed outside, grabbed his wheelbarrow, and ran back home.
If his mother found out that he was so shameful and greedy for meat in front of others, she would definitely give him a good beating with a broom and a stick.
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