Old Man Zhao was stunned. "What the hell? Going to the manure? Even though the Liu family is not very good, we can't go to the manure, kid."
Zhao Taoqi tried to hold back his laughter.
Finally, with the help of Sanzhuzi, Zhao Taoqi prepared the meal. To be honest, she really didn't know how to cook the brown rice porridge, cold wild vegetables, hot dishes without a drop of lard, and a plate of steamed buns.
The only meat dish was the leftover pig head from work a few days ago.
The overall hospitality is not bad.
But when Old Lady Liu and the others saw the food on the table, their faces still looked unhappy. They looked at Old Lady Zhao with a sly look and said, "Chunxi, your family has a big tiled house, why is the food still so crude?"
The corner of Old Mrs. Zhao's mouth twitched and she said, "It seems as if your family can eat pig's head meat."
"Mom, it's because we built that big tiled house that we've emptied our family's savings. But compared to home, this isn't too bad, is it? Could it be that our Liu family has become so prosperous that we can eat rice and fat chicken every day?"
Everyone was stunned by Old Lady Liu, feeling embarrassed because their home was filled with only coarse rice porridge and pickled vegetables.
I installed it when I came to Zhao's house.
"Let's eat."
Old Mrs. Zhao had already made up her mind. She would keep them for one night at most and let them go the next day. She would not contact the Liu family, her family, if possible.
It's so scary.
Old Lady Liu took her daughter-in-law, granddaughter and grandson to sit down. The table was small and not many people from the Zhao family could sit down.
"Hey, where's my brother-in-law?"
"He is ugly, and I was afraid of scaring my family, so I asked him to eat outside," said Old Mrs. Zhao.
Old Man Zhao was an orphan, and when Old Lady Zhao married into the village, she was indeed marrying down from her parents' family. This was simply because Hexi Village was better than Shanghe Village, and although Old Man Zhao's parents had passed away, he still had land.
He sold two pieces of good farmland before marrying Old Mrs. Zhao.
Therefore, the Liu family looked down on Old Man Zhao. Now that he had built a tiled house, they called him brother-in-law, but they did not receive such treatment before.
Of course, Father Zhao didn't come, not because he was afraid of alarming them, but because he had long seen through the Liu family and was too lazy to waste time talking.
Zhao Taozhen was too lazy to talk nonsense with them, so in the end, except for Dazhu and Erzhu, Taozhen and Sanzhu went to the kitchen to eat.
It was a steamed bun with wild vegetables, and one person even secretly took a piece of pork head. They barely had a meal and would eat it when they were hungry at night.
At the dinner table, Zhang suddenly asked about Sizhu, "Hey, I heard there's still a Sizhu. He didn't starve to death during the famine, did he?"
"Uh, cough, cough, cough..."
Old Mrs. Zhao almost choked to death.
I cursed you for starving to death, saying, "Sizhu doesn't go home. He goes to school in this town, eats and lives there, and only comes back once every ten days."
"What, Sizhu is still in school?"
Zhang was shocked, because in her mind, studying was a privilege only for city dwellers. How could an ordinary person who made a living in the fields possibly study?
"Why did Sizhu suddenly stop studying?"
Old Mrs. Liu was also shocked, and at the same time she reassessed the financial resources of the Zhao family in her mind.
"The child is a potential student, so he's going. Besides, all other things are inferior except education. No matter how poor we are, we can't be poor in education, and no matter how hard it is, we can't let our children suffer. It doesn't matter if our family has to eat coarse food, but he should study. It will make all the difference if someone in our family achieves academic success in the future."
Even though Old Lady Zhao felt sorry for Shu Xiugui, she still had a proud look on her face when she talked about the Four Pillars.
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