Chapter 22 My Wife Is Right
Song Jingyun scratched his ear, "But today you beat Jiang Chunhe, and then you denied it. Wouldn't it seem..."
"Don't look like a good person?"
"I'm not a good person." Jiang Mixia glanced at Song Jingyun.
Why should we be good people? This is really strange.
However, considering Song Jingyun's understanding of this society, Jiang Mixia still explained it briefly, "The other party is a bad guy. If you use the good guy's method to deal with him, wouldn't that be a complete loss?"
"Take today for example, he stole our rabbits, so he deserved to be beaten. But when he went to complain after being beaten, others would feel sorry for him when they saw that he was injured, and they would not care much about him stealing our rabbits. Then he would dare to steal our rabbits again next time."
"We are a decent village, and we are fair and impartial. If we meet a fool, he will feel that he has been beaten and wronged. We have two rabbits, so we have to give one away to be fair."
"If that's the case, then it's indeed the style of a good person. Would you be such a good person?"
Song Jingyun shook his head like a rattle.
It's impossible to let the rabbit out.
He had just caught a rabbit, but he hadn’t even tasted a bite of it yet, and he was going to give it to others?
He would never agree!
"My lady, you did the right thing." Song Jingyun nodded with certainty.
"Be good, eat more of the stewed rabbit meat tonight." Jiang Mixia was very satisfied with Song Jingyun's understanding ability and patted him on the shoulder.
The young son-in-law was thin, with not much meat on his shoulders, and Jiang Mixia felt it was a bit uncomfortable when she patted him.
You have to make good money to support your little son-in-law.
Jiang Mixia made up her mind.
The sun was setting, and the family hurried to eat while there was still light.
The rabbit was plump, so one took up half a pot of stew, and when paired with some potatoes and other things, it filled up half a pot.
Liu scooped a bowl and sent it to Jiang Chunshi's home.
The stewed dish is also added with some dried chili peppers that were dried at home last fall. It tastes spicy and delicious.
Braised rabbit meat, delicious!
Song Jingyun also memorized this dish in the little notebook in his heart, and ate it full again.
After dinner, the family of four continued to busy themselves with weaving bamboo baskets.
Jiang Chunhe's house was also quite lively.
After kneeling for a long time, Jiang Chunhe's knees were already red and swollen, and his calves were numb and had no feeling. He was supported by Zhang and Wu to go back.
Seeing her son covered in wounds, especially his pig-like face which was so ugly, Zhang stamped her feet in anxiety, while Wu cried out of heartache.
"What are you crying for, you bastard? Your husband isn't dead yet, why are you crying like this? Why don't you go get some medicine to wipe it off?"
Zhang's angry shout startled Wu so much that she trembled and hurried to find medicine.
Jiang Chunhe hunts all year round and often goes into the mountains, so it is inevitable that he will bump into things accidentally. The family always has medicinal wine for bruises and injuries. Wu would grab a handful of cotton wool, dip a little in the wine and use it to rub it.
The injured area was badly swollen, and even though Wu's movements were gentle, Jiang Chunhe still grimaced and kept crying out in pain.
"You stupid thing, you hit your own man so hard! Your hands are as clumsy as your feet, what else can you do?" Zhang felt sorry for Jiang Chunhe and took out her anger on Wu. She snatched the medicinal wine and cotton wool and applied the medicine herself.
Mrs. Wu was already used to being scolded by her mother-in-law, so she didn't dare to say anything at this moment. She just hurried to help Jiang Chunhe pour water and scoop rice.
"This damn thing, forcing him to kneel for such a long time, it's like he's not your own child, so you don't know how to feel sorry for him!"
Zhang cursed, but she was also a little disappointed. "Tell me, for a rabbit, you'd spend so much money and beat yourself up like this?"
"Look, not only did I not catch the rabbit, I also got myself into trouble..."
Jiang Chunhe, "..."
"Mother, why don't you believe me?" Jiang Chunhe bared his teeth. "This was the one who beat me up by that bitch Jiang Mixia. I was the one who chased the rabbit away, and she got the advantage. And she even went to the head of the village to complain!"
"I'm so pissed off, ouch!"
Jiang Chunhe couldn't control his emotions and started cursing, but because of the pain on his face, he just wanted to cry.
Zhang naturally believed her son. When she heard this, she was furious. "This little girl has really grown up. She even dares to bully my cousin. I will go and settle the score with her!"
"Mom." Jiang Chunhe pulled Zhang's sleeve out, "The head of the village is obviously biased towards her family now. If we go to settle the score now, I'm afraid she will make a fuss and say that we didn't get the rabbit and are just looking for trouble. Don't let her punish us again."
But he didn't want to kneel in the ancestral temple anymore.
It's so uncomfortable! "Then..."
Zhang's eyes rolled around, "Don't worry about it. I'll find a chance to clean up the third room later."
I don't know where the family with no offspring got the courage to cause trouble to his family! ——Rabbit meat, eaten for two consecutive days.
Song Jingyun felt very satisfied and worked more diligently than before.
Jiang Chunshi helps here every day, and now the bamboo strips are sliced thin and good quality.
Jiang Youcheng was weaving baskets by himself. Even though he was diligent, he still felt that his speed was not fast enough, so he thought of finding someone from among Jiang Mixia and the other two to teach him.
Bring one out and let him practice well, so that next time when there is such a big business, he can complete the work faster.
Jiang Chunshi was the first to refuse, "This is a delicate job, I can't do it."
The skill of basket weaving may not seem like a skill worth mentioning to those who make a lot of money, but for ordinary farmers, it is the capital for their livelihood.
The third wife's family has only one daughter, and he is the nephew of the first wife, so this kind of thing cannot be brought up.
Jiang Youcheng understood Jiang Chunshi's thoughts and did not force him, so he called Jiang Mixia and Song Jingyun to come and learn.
In just one afternoon, Jiang Mixia went from being very enthusiastic at first to being dejected, and in the end, he didn't even hand in the basket.
It's really not presentable!
Jiang Mixia herself also found it very strange.
When I was weaving the bamboo strips, I thought they were very obedient. But when I was really weaving them into baskets, I felt that they were born rebellious.
As a result, the bamboo basket she wove was neither flat nor round, and looked a bit weird.
Even Jiang Chunshi couldn't help but mutter, "Xiao Xia is very skillful in doing things. I thought Xiao Xia would learn this very quickly, but I didn't expect..."
Such clumsy hands and feet.
Jiang Mixia, "..."
Looking over to the side, Song Jingyun had actually managed to weave three bamboo baskets in the entire afternoon.
Each one is exquisitely designed, and mixed in with those compiled by Jiang Youcheng, it is impossible to tell that they were compiled by a beginner.
Moreover, Song Jingyun's basket weaving speed was obviously getting faster and faster, and she seemed to be able to catch up with Jiang Youcheng's speed.
"Not bad!" Jiang Youcheng felt a sense of accomplishment after finally teaching one student in the afternoon, and he couldn't help but raise his chin.
There will be another update at noon ~ at 12 o'clock ~ (End of this chapter)
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