When Meng Sheng changed into homespun clothes and worn cloth shoes and came out of the house, the men in the family had all gone out to do business.
Chen Hongxing stretched out her hand in front of him, glared at him and said angrily: "Hand over the money you earn. If you keep it in your hands, you will squander it in two days.
You have some money but instead of saving it to marry a wife and raise children, you spend it lavishly on buying these old things.
It's so hot that you can't even keep it. It will only feed other people. You're not the most wasteful person.
You're causing me so much trouble!"
Meng Sheng had no choice but to pay the money and felt depressed. When he returned home after earning money, he was not praised or welcomed, but was questioned and despised. This treatment was unheard of.
Feng Yijia didn't know about Meng Sheng's experience. Thinking that he couldn't return to the village at the same time as others, he turned back halfway to the field he was about to return to and picked two handfuls of tender sweet potato tips before returning home.
The brambles that had been planted around the house not long ago had turned green again, but they were still far from being as lush as the courtyard wall.
The pile of things I bought were thrown directly over the wall, which was almost there or not, and piled in the shade at the door of the room.
Feng Yijiajia opened the door with the key and moved the things piled at the door into the house one by one.
I only moved halfway when I realized something was wrong; there were a lot more things.
A long piece of pork as wide as a palm, two fish, about two pounds of shrimp, and a brand new set of clothes and shoes.
You don’t have to think about it to know that it was given by Meng Sheng.
Feng Yijia was urged to return to the village early in the morning and had no time to go to the morning market to buy meat. On the way, he looked at the pile of meat he had bought with a bit of envy and wondered whether he should take some back with him.
Now it’s okay, there’s no need to say anything.
Just pay the money back later.
After going out to the county town, Feng Yijia had several hundred yuan in cash in his pocket, so he carried all his things into the house without any psychological burden.
Then I started to busy myself with collecting all the ingredients.
The fried fish and shrimp can be saved for tomorrow. Use some of the oil to boil the meat, and the rest can be stewed with pickles.
She was busy washing, frying, and cooking.
The Meng family next door was also making a lot of noise from pots and pans.
The aroma from the two stoves combined and drifted for two miles, making many people swallow their saliva and lie on their mats and curse: "It's not a festival, but eating meat? Damn it, aren't you afraid of getting diarrhea after eating it?"
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