Pei Jianhui took two bites and stopped. He wanted to continue eating but held back. He looked up and asked Pei Qingbai and Pei Ersao: "Dad, Mom, can we afford to eat rice every day in the future?"
Before the family split up, we could only eat porridge, and we would be hungry again soon after eating. If we can eat solid rice every day in the future, then the split up of the family would really be... really a great split!
Seeing Pei Jianhui wanting to eat but holding back, Pei's second wife knew that he was thinking that if he couldn't have dry rice for the next meal, he would eat less at night and save it for tomorrow morning, so that he wouldn't be hungry all morning.
She couldn't help but wipe her eyes to avoid sand getting in them.
"Yes!" Pei Qingbai answered firmly: "Dad can afford to support you, just eat it."
"good!"
Pei Jianhui picked up the bowl and started eating again. This little incident made the adults present feel sad.
After dinner, Pei's second and third wives rushed to wash the dishes.
The days ahead may be a difficult start for them, but they are more hopeful now!
The days are long in summer, and it doesn’t get completely dark until around seven o’clock.
After dinner, Ruan Niannian and Pei Yuanzheng went out for a walk before returning to the house to rest.
Before returning to the house, Pei Yuanzheng went to discuss building the house with his two brothers and received their affirmative response.
At nine o'clock in the evening, the couple lay in bed. Pei Yuanzheng told Ruan Niannian that starting tomorrow they would ask their eighth uncle to help with housework and they would provide meals.
You don't have to eat very well, but you have to make sure people are full.
"Okay, then you go and count how many people are coming so that I can cook with my second and third sisters-in-law based on the number of people."
Because the three families built their houses together and cooked their meals together, the three sisters-in-law could help each other share the pressure of cooking.
"By the way, do you have any money with you? If not, I can get you some."
Before the wedding, Pei Yuanzheng gave her 500 yuan as a betrothal gift. After the wedding, he took out a passbook and said it was his private money. There was actually more than 1,000 yuan in the passbook.
Now Pei Yuanzheng should have nothing left except the special mission funds given to him by his superiors.
He can't use public funds for his own private affairs.
As he was speaking, a blushing and heart-pounding sound came from the next room.
Pei Yuanzheng's voice became hoarse when he answered, "It's not enough. Wife, you have to give me some money later."
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