Chapter 965: Good Idea
He Hongjin asked three questions in a row, and Chen Guifen listened and said:
"There's only a few pieces of meat on the pig's feet, and the hair isn't cleaned off. What are you going to do with it? It's not enough to bother them."
"Don't the mothers of the children love to eat this? Go get it and pack it up, then tell them to cook it themselves. It won't go bad in the cold..."
He Hongjin stood at the door of the main hall and muttered.
Chen Guifen thought so too, so she went back to the kitchen and took the pig's feet hanging from the beam.
As soon as the old couple walked out of the yard, Zhao Lanxiang appeared in the yard with a "creak".
Zhao Lanxiang looked gloomily at the gate and started to curse:
"They eat here and take it here. These two old fools are really too biased!"
Still not satisfied with the harsh words, Zhao Lanxiang rushed into the room, pulled Minmin, who was taking care of her brother by the bed, down, and slapped her in the face.
Brother He, who was sleeping in the bed, moved, looked back, then rolled up the quilt and continued to sleep facing inward.
Minmin's face was hurt from being hit, but she didn't dare to say a word after being slapped several times. She just shrank back, hugged her chest, and hid timidly in the corner of the room.
Zhao Lanxiang was also cruel. After slapping Minmin, she still felt that it was not enough, so she pulled Minmin's thin arm and pinched and twisted it.
"You're a money-loser, you idiot! You're clumsy and can't do anything. What's the point of giving birth to you?!"
The only sounds in the room were Zhao Lanxiang's yelling and Minmin's muffled crying.
Having been beaten so many times in the past, Minmin didn't dare to cry out at all.
Because once you shout, you will be beaten more and harder.
The farce lasted for a while, but finally Brother He couldn't stand it anymore.
Brother He lifted the quilt and sat up:
"Can you please stop going crazy during New Year's Day? What's the big deal if you beat her to death?"
It would have been fine if Brother He hadn't spoken, but as soon as he spoke, Zhao Lanxiang turned her spearhead towards him:
"She eats and drinks from me, so what if I hit her twice? If you feel bad, why don't you give her the money?"
Zhao Lanxiang reached out to Brother He, but Brother He slapped her hand away:
"Money? What money do you want from me? Every month, I give my salary to you."
"How much do you earn a month? How many mouths are there at home waiting to be fed? My Yaozong has never tasted milk powder since he was born, and you still have the nerve to say that!"
Brother He's chest was heaving violently, and he almost fainted from Zhao Lan's fragrance.
He earned twenty or thirty yuan a month, which he would receive in the morning and hand over to her in the afternoon without any change.
That’s it, isn’t it enough?
How many people in this village can earn twenty or thirty yuan?
Zhao Lanxiang was being unreasonable, but Brother He was too lazy to argue with her.
Brother He rubbed his forehead, frowned, and glanced at Minmin, who was huddled in a ball in the corner, trying to resolve the family conflict by making a big deal out of a small matter:
"She's almost old enough. If you really feel annoyed by her, find a matchmaker after the New Year to see her."
Minmin in the corner was stunned for a moment, and then heard her mother sneer and say:
"Looking for a matchmaker?"
Zhao Lanxiang opened her mouth to curse, but something occurred to her and she swallowed the dirty words back.
A rotten face can't even be exchanged for a few dollars even if it is used as a betrothal gift.
but……
A gleam of light flashed in Zhao Lanxiang's eyes.
Rather than exchanging people for betrothal gifts, she had a better idea in mind.
…
The Fu family had been dealt with long ago.
When Lu Miao got home and put his things down, the first thing he did was to ask Fu Jingyou to light the stove.
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