Chapter 238: Leaking the Secret
Fan Xiuying was stunned. They also grew ginseng.
"Wow, you guys are really amazing. I thought these young people from the city couldn't do anything. I didn't expect you guys could actually do something."
Jiang Xiaoxiao was immediately pleased by the surprised expression. She was impressed by her mother. They had made some achievements.
"That's right! Don't you see who we are? We are all very powerful."
Fan Xiuying was rolling noodles with a rolling pin.
"Yes, you are really good! But I will just help you cook. You cook in the kitchen, and I will help you dig ginseng in the field. I will also see how ginseng is dug."
Jiang Xiaoxiao felt warm in her heart. Her mother was just like that. It seemed that her words did not show any favoritism towards her, but in fact, her mother was still worried that she would suffer in the fields.
That's why I said I went to work in the fields. How can cooking be the same as working in the fields?
Especially when digging ginseng, you have to squat for a whole day, and you have to bend down and stand up again after walking a distance.
Is that something humans do?
After a long time, the back and waist will really ache. If my mother goes there at her age, it will be a huge pain.
It's not that there is no simple way. Just use an iron fence to plow the field and all the ginseng in the field will be dug out.
However, that was for one-year-old ginseng. Their ginseng was obviously growing very well this time. If it was damaged like that, even if it was dug out, it probably wouldn't be able to sell for much money.
So in order to sell it for a higher price, they decided to dig it by hand.
"Mom, forget it. You and my dad should just stay in this room. You don't understand the work in the fields. Besides, I'm young and I don't feel tired at all doing that kind of work."
"Kid, don't you know that it's a question of whether you're tired or not? Your mom is just new to me. At home, I cook every day, but when you come here to see you, you still ask me to cook. I'm tired of it. Let's switch. Mom goes to the fields, and you cook here."
Fan Xiuying insisted.
It's worth it to be able to help my daughter for a while.
"Mom, I've wanted to eat the big buns you made for a long time. You should improve our food. Eating the food I made every day feels like eating pig food. You came and finally let me get rid of it and eat home-cooked meals. Why don't you make me a delicious meal? Are you my real mother?"
Jiang Xiaoxiao is acting coquettishly.
When Fan Xiuying heard this, "You want to eat big buns? That's fine! Mom will get up early tomorrow morning to make the dough, and you can have big buns at noon. Ask your dad to buy some meat tomorrow, and then I'll make big meat buns for you. Mom will improve your life. Whatever you want to eat recently, just order it every day and I'll make it for you.
I promise to make you plump and white in the next few days."
When she heard that her daughter wanted to eat the food she cooked, Fan Xiuying forgot about everything else.
"Don't buy meat. It's not easy to buy meat here. We don't know when the farms downstairs will slaughter pigs. It's not easy to buy meat. If you want to buy meat, you have to go to the county town. It's not worth it for us to travel so far just for meat.
You can make vegetarian buns. Vegetarian buns are also delicious. We have a lot of things here. Look at the fungus and mushrooms drying in the yard, and the pheasant eggs we raised ourselves. By the way, mom, we also raise chickens and rabbits ourselves.
Go and have a look. The chickens and rabbits we raise are growing very well. Please make me some spicy chicken these days. I am craving your spicy chicken."
Fan Xiuying nodded repeatedly, feeling so sad in her heart. As she was cutting noodles, a tear fell on them. She thought about how her daughter, who had never done housework, was now able to live a good life.
He even raised chickens and rabbits, and he talked about it very clearly.
What a lot of suffering and pain they have to endure here!
Everyone was very happy with the meal of noodles with gravy.
Mr. Song and Mr. Jiang hit it off right away.
By the time Fan Xiuying finished making the spicy chicken, the old man and Jiang Laoshi were already able to sit together and drink a little wine.
It was Song Moting who killed the chicken for his future mother-in-law. Not only did he kill it, he also cleaned up all the feathers and other items before putting it on the chopping board for his future mother-in-law.
Fan Xiuying liked the young man in front of her even more, mainly because her own son was not good at anything. Compared with this young man, her own son had to be thrown away.
Fan Xiuying watched Song Moting busying around and was particularly enthusiastic towards the couple.
I actually have a good impression of the young man.
Jiang Xiaoxiao and her friends were busy working in the fields. They were exhausted every day, but when they saw the big bag of ginseng, they were all very happy. After harvesting the ginseng every day, they hung it in their own house to dry.
It should have been hung in the yard, but who dared to hang it in the yard? If the workers saw it, what if someone had bad intentions and stole the ginseng in the middle of the night? They would cry and have no place to complain.
That day, after drinking a glass of wine, Mr. Song couldn't help himself.
Although his old lady had discussed with him, the marriage still had to wait a little longer. After all, the two of them had to settle down after marriage, and they couldn't treat their granddaughter-in-law badly.
They were thinking about waiting for the old lady to return to northern Beijing and then getting a house specifically for them. When the grandson and granddaughter-in-law passed the college entrance examination, they could return there and settle down there. No matter who passed or not, they could both settle down in northern Beijing in the future. They just needed to find a way to get the other one back.
With the old man's connections, is it difficult to accomplish this?
But it was so hard to get a chance to meet his in-laws, and if he didn't talk about this matter, the old man would always feel uncomfortable.
Especially when I see my grandson running around in front of his future father-in-law and mother-in-law, he is so excited. The couple also likes their grandson very much, but they just can't understand why their grandson is so enthusiastic about them.
This damn boy was not so attentive even to the old couple. The old man was jealous.
"Xiao Jiang, in terms of age, I am worthy of being your uncle. To tell you the truth, you have raised your daughter very well. Looking at your daughter, I feel itchy inside. Otherwise, just marry your daughter to our Song family. You have seen my grandson. He is also a handsome man and is acceptable."
The old man really couldn't help it.
Jiang Laoshi was stunned. Marry? !
He smiled and said, "Old man, my daughter is indeed good, and your grandson is also good, but our two families are not a good match. Don't think I am ignorant. Although I am an ordinary worker, I can see your style. Including the wounds on your body, I know as soon as I hear you, you must be a veteran cadre who has made contributions in the past.
A family like yours is considered a high-class family. In the past, it was considered a noble family. My daughter is from a small family. It would be a mismatch for her to marry there. Besides, people now value free love. The country has always said that marriage and love are free.
As for this child, I won't restrict her. She can marry whoever she likes, and as parents, we can only accept it."
Jiang Laoshi sincerely thought that the old man was joking with him, mainly because he didn't think the two families could get along.
Just as he thought, it was really a mismatch for his daughter to marry into such a family.
It may look glamorous on the outside, but he has no idea how much suffering people have to endure in reality.
He hoped that his daughter could live a harmonious life, rather than being a slave in someone else's home.
(End of this chapter)
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