Chapter 153 Chinese Cabbage
"Eight cabbages a day, sixteen for two days, twenty-two for three days?"
"Something doesn't seem right. I'd better go find some firewood and count them."
"Tell me, why do I only have ten fingers? If I had twenty, how could I not count them?"
Zhao Zhaodi never went to school and couldn't do math.
Right now, he is counting on his fingers in the kitchen, trying to figure out how long the food at home will last for the whole family.
She ate too much every day and had too few fingers. Even after counting carefully twice, Zhao Zhaodi still couldn't figure out the total.
He looked at his ten fingers with disdain, resigned himself to his fate and began to count by breaking off small branches on the ground.
Three minutes later,
Zhao Zhaodi clapped her hands confidently, admiring the row of small branches she had arranged on the ground.
"That's right. Three days means twenty-three cabbages. I'm really smart. Those two debt collectors named Ye, one is a goose and the other is a donkey. They've wasted my old Zhao family's brains."
Zhao Zhaodi now treats her son and daughter equally, with great disgust, and can't get enough of either.
One is shameless and sticks with his ex-wife, the other is stubborn and despises her husband.
How could she be so unlucky after marrying into the Ye family! She gave birth to two stupid piglets!
After counting, Zhao Zhaodi wanted to sweep a pile of twigs to the side of the stove to use when lighting the fire.
After sweeping twice with the broom, Zhao Zhaodi found that the place where the fire starter was placed next to the stove had been occupied by a draft book at some point.
Ye Yang put this in the kitchen after dinner. The draft book was filled with writing on both sides. It can no longer be used as toilet paper, but it can be used to start a fire when cooking.
I casually flipped through the notebook and found it was filled with densely packed ghost symbols that looked like little chicken claws.
Zhao Zhaodi knew at first glance that this was Bai Wei's chicken claw handwriting. She got angry when she saw anything related to the couple.
"Tsk, get out of the way, I don't want to use you."
He kicked the draft book under the wooden cabinet.
"I was just trying to light a fire, and this couple came out to bother me. They used this thing to start a fire, and after that, I'm going to catch fire too."
After cleaning up the unsightly dirt, Zhao Zhaodi turned around and looked at the small branches she had broken off on the ground. The more she looked at them, the more she liked them.
Gently use a broom to sweep the pile of twigs to the place where the draft book was originally located.
The small branch successfully occupied the center position of the stove.
I looked over the stove and it looked good, much better to my eyes.
From the alley outside, the sound of car wheels rolling over the ground could be faintly heard.
Zhao Zhaodi pricked up her ears and listened carefully through the earthen wall, confirming that it was the sound of her car.
Then there was a heavy creaking sound from the door, it must be Ye Lin coming back.
She sat down and waited, but no one came to the kitchen.
Zhao Zhaodi was a little worried.
I opened the kitchen door and looked into Ye Lin's room. There was a kerosene lamp on.
"Why did this kid go back to the house instead of coming to the kitchen to get food?"
"He must be tired. Hurry up and heat up the rice. Captain Qin, that old man, always makes trouble for our child."
Zhao Zhaodi immediately forgot about her son's troubles.
He quickly put down the broom, turned around and opened the drawer of the small wooden table, wanting to take out the food he had left for Ye Lin and heat it up.
Just as her hand was about to touch the edge of the porcelain plate, Zhao Zhaodi remembered that her nephew was as picky as Bai Wei.
In Bai Wei's words, if you don't wash your hands before cooking, what's the point of calling it unhygienic?
She had just finished breaking off the branches and touched the dirty broom, and then went to get the food. Lin might not be willing to eat it.
After trying a few times, Zhao Zhaodi still couldn't make up her mind.
Thinking back to when Bai Wei used to get upset because she didn't cook cleanly
Heartbroken
Snap the drawer shut.
You'd better go wash your hands honestly. Her family is the master's intestines, don't let her dirty hands upset your stomach.
"What kind of fate do I have? I'm stuck with a bunch of young masters and young ladies. I was born to be a servant, but no one serves me."
Zhao Zhaodi muttered as she pushed open the kitchen door and went to the yard to wash her hands with a kerosene lamp.
When Zhao Zhaodi was about to pass by the coffin parked in the yard, she felt a gust of cold wind blowing in from the direction of the gate.
"Where's the wind coming from?"
Didn’t you close the door before going home just now?
Zhao Zhaodi turned and planned to go see the gate. After taking two steps, she heard faint panting sounds in the air.
In an instant, an idea came to her clever mind!
The second son's coffin,
I don't know where this evil wind came from.
The sound of intermittent breathing!
Oh my god! The second brother’s soul is back!
Zhao Zhaodi seemed to have been paused, standing stiffly two meters away from the coffin.
She was completely motionless, and she wanted to call out to the people in the room, but she couldn't open her mouth.
Only his hands were shaking slightly.
The kerosene lamp in his hand swayed in the air.
The faint flame swayed left and right in the glass cover, flickering and illuminating Ye Errong's coffin in front of her from time to time.
Cold sweat soaked Zhao Zhaodi's back, and fear caused the blood color on her face to quickly fade away, leaving her looking frighteningly pale under the moonlight.
The panting sound from the door still came in from time to time on the wind.
Now Zhao Zhaodi could no longer hear any sound, only the panting sound that came and went in the air.
Sudden,
That thing moved!
The sound of shoes leaving the ground came from the direction of the gate!
Ye Errong's soul came to find her!
The fear reached its peak, Zhao Zhaodi's knees went weak and she fell to the ground.
When she came to her senses, she was already crawling on her knees in front of Ye Errong's coffin, kowtowing loudly.
After coming to her senses, Zhao Zhaodi paused for a moment.
Afraid of making that thing unhappy
She didn't dare to look up and continued to kowtow.
There was no water in this one. Zhao Zhaodi knocked the mud in the yard hard, making a loud bang.
After a few knocks, a big hole was made.
After bowing a few times, she was able to open her mouth and speak.
Regain control of the tongue,
Zhao Zhaodi dug out all the good words she had ever heard in her life from the corners of her mind and presented them to the ghost uncle, almost calling him dad.
"Second brother, younger brother,"
"No, second brother, you are my real brother!"
–Dongdongdong – three bangs
"Second brother, I am your sister. I kowtow to you. Don't worry, I will bury you with great honor the day after tomorrow. I will get you chickens, ducks, fish and meat, burn incense for you, make gold ingots for you, and prepare mountains of rice and noodles for you."
–Dongdongdong – three bangs
"If you want to eat something, tell Ye Dajun in your dreams. If you want to drink something, tell your father. If you don't have enough clothes, ask your mother. Don't come to me!"
–Dongdongdongdong – a series of bangs
"Aunt?"
Ye Lin hesitantly called out to Zhao Zhaodi, "Is she possessed by an evil spirit?"
Zhao Zhaodi was immersed in her own world and could not hear Ye Lin calling her at all.
"Aunt? Can you hear me?"
Ye Lin raised his voice. Is this the legendary ghost possession?
Zhao Zhaodi closed her eyes tightly.
As long as she doesn't open her eyes, ghosts can't find her!
He continued to kneel on the ground sincerely, kowtowed and talked to Ye Errong.
"No, no, brother, you can ask me for help, but second brother, I have been working like a cow and a horse for the Ye family for decades, giving birth to boys and girls for the Ye family. Please be kind, I..."
Um?
It seemed like someone was calling her. Can ghosts talk?
Seeing that Zhao Zhaodi finally stopped kowtowing, Ye Lin slowly moved his feet, squatted beside her, and tried to communicate with her again.
"Aunt, what's wrong with you? Let me help you up."
"Ouch,"
Hearing that it was indeed Ye Lin's voice, Zhao Zhaodi finally breathed a sigh of relief. She patted her chest with both hands to calm her heart that was about to jump out of her throat.
As the adrenaline faded, Zhao Zhaodi felt exhausted and simply rolled over on the ground.
After recovering from the shock, the first thing he did was to start counting the fallen leaves.
"Oh my god! You scared me to death! Why are you standing at the door so late at night instead of going home? Are you pretending to be a ghost?"
"You scared me half of my life. It's pitch black in the yard, and a coffin parked there in the middle of the night is creepy enough, and you even gave it a voice. Ouch, I need to get up and lie down for a while."
It turned out that my aunt was frightened by him.
Ye Lin was in the wrong and wanted to help Zhao Zhaodi up awkwardly, but seeing how tired she looked, he didn't know where to start.
"I'm sorry, Auntie. When I opened the door just now, I saw the coffin in the yard and stood at the door for a while, distracted. I didn't expect to scare you."
The yard was quite dark just now. After Ah Hui opened the door, Ye Lin saw the coffin dimly lit in the moonlight.
For a moment, his thoughts were out of control and everything in front of him receded rapidly.
He felt like he was back in his childhood.
Not the good kid in the previous life who had a large inheritance in an orphanage and lived cautiously before adulthood.
But he is a naughty kid in Hong Kong, who is protected by Ye Errong and Irene.
He was raised by his parents and aunt to be very willful. He would tear off the tiles of the roof in Hong Kong, dig a big hole in the castle in Italy to play with it, and slap his cousin Daniel when he was unhappy.
That Ye Lin was lawless and hated by cats and dogs, but he lived such a wonderful life.
The memory just now was too real.
In the past, every time he checked the young master's memory, he felt like an audience member, and the memories of more than ten years were just a long movie.
And today, in his memories, Ye Lin had a feeling.
He seemed to have really experienced everything in his memory, and everything was so real
The children raised a little turtle in the bathtub, fought with young Daniel for building blocks in the castle, and Ye Errong took the children to skip classes to go horseback riding.
Did all of this really happen?
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