Chapter 25 It's all fake
Lin Zhiyi looked towards the second and third rooms and saw them sitting on the ground eating, holding white flour cakes in their hands.
Looking at the eldest wife, she was chewing on the hard black-faced steamed buns given by the officials, which were so hard that they could hurt her teeth.
"Since the family hasn't been divided, the food from the second and third rooms also has a share for our eldest room. Second Aunt, go get it and come over to exchange it for firewood."
"Don't even think about it!"
Lin Zhiyi looked at her quietly with a mocking expression on his face.
Mrs. Zou explained, "That was bought with money sent by our second wife's relatives and friends. It wasn't originally ours. How can they be the same?"
"If that's what Second Aunt says, then I'm not among the criminals. Although I was divorced, I'm still a married woman and not considered a member of the Lin family. The things I picked up didn't originally belong to the first wife, and they won't be given to your second wife."
Lin Zhiyi got up and walked away.
Madam Zou stopped Chai Ya and said, "Chai Ya, you were originally a maid in the Lin family. The things you picked up..."
"I am just the young lady's maid now. It has nothing to do with you. Second Madam, please move aside and don't hurt your face."
Chai Ya walked forward holding the firewood. Mrs. Zou was afraid that she would be stabbed, so she stepped aside.
She cursed: "Dead girl."
Walking back to the second room's resting place, Mrs. Zou was a little annoyed.
It's such horrible weather, and it's quite cold at night. If there is no fire, how are they supposed to sleep? They will freeze to death in the wilderness.
But seeing the second and third wives collapsed on the ground exhausted, no one was willing to go and collect firewood.
She couldn't bear to let her son go.
I couldn't help but glare at Lin Jingshu.
They walked the same route, but there was no sign of fatigue on Lin Zhiyi's face. Looking at Jingshu, she kept complaining about being tired along the way.
She was tired too, but what else could she do?
If she wanted to blame someone, she should blame herself for being useless and being divorced by her husband's family.
"Jingshu, go collect firewood."
Lin Jingshu was a little surprised for a moment: "Mom, I'm tired."
"What are you tired of? We're both daughters, so why isn't Lin Zhiyi complaining about being tired? You don't have any share of the food anyway. If you're not willing to do some work, then you'll have to figure out how to pay for your food and clothing along the way."
Lin Jingshu was stunned for a moment.
She had some private money hidden away, but before she could give it to her mother, her mother treated her like this.
She felt a little resentful towards Lin Zhiyi, hating her for meddling in other people's business and picking up firewood. It only made her look capable, didn't it?
Since she was a child, Lin Jingshu was the one praised by the elders. She was sensible and intelligent. As for Lin Zhiyi, except for her uncle and aunt who doted on her, no elder in the Lin family would not shake their heads when they saw her.
Sure enough, when she grew up, she was better than Lin Zhiyi and married better than her.
She can collect firewood, right? Anyone can do that, but what good is just collecting firewood? The real skill is to be able to feed the family on the way.
Thinking of this, she took out ten taels of silver and gave it to Mrs. Zou, "Mother, this is for you."
In addition to the ten taels of silver, Lin Jingshu also had two hundred taels of silver notes.
But she didn't dare take out all of them.
If she gives it all at once, they will only be grateful once, but if they use it all up, they will forget her kindness.
If she gave them separately, the Lin family would always remember her kindness.
Seeing the silver, Madam Zou hurriedly took it and hugged Lin Jingshu affectionately, "My dear daughter, please sit down and eat. I'll let your father and brother go collect firewood. Just sit down and rest."
Lin Jingshu saw her mother's expression change immediately and snorted in her heart. Her mother always said that she treated her best.
It seems that’s all!
It turns out that all her mother's kindness to her in the past was fake.
Madam Wang, who was eating voraciously, heard the noise and said to Madam Zou, "Do you have any silver?"
Mrs. Zou was stunned, wondering if her mother-in-law would snatch it away from her.
Sure enough, Madam Wang stretched out her hand and said, "Give it to me."
Madam Zou explained, "Mother, this is Jingshu's money. It doesn't belong to the public, so you can't take it."
"Why not return it to the public? I helped Jingshu collect her dowry. If that's the case, Jingshu shouldn't follow me."
Uncle Lin snatched the silver from Madam Zou's hand and handed it to Madam Wang, "Mother, this is for you."
Mrs. Zou was anxious, "You!"
Second Uncle Lin said, "The Lin family hasn't split up yet, and mother is still in charge. It should be handed over."
Mrs. Zou wanted to step forward and grab the money, but when Uncle Lin glared at her, she immediately dared not say a word.
Because Lin Jingshu handed over the silver, she got a white flour cake.
As for the eldest wife, they ate black-faced steamed buns distributed by the officials.
When Lin Zhiyi came back, he saw everyone looking worriedly at the black steamed buns in their hands.
Lin Zhiyi and Chai Ya put down the firewood, and Madam Song handed the two black-faced steamed buns in her hand to Lin Zhiyi, "The government gave me two, but I don't want to eat them. Give them to you."
Lin Zhiyi took it and handed one to Chai Ya.
Lin Xiuran hurriedly handed the black-faced dry food in his hand to Mrs. Song, and Mrs. Song waved her hand.
It seems that he really can't eat it.
Lin Zhiyi was really hungry. He took a bite of the hard black-faced steamed bun and found it hard to swallow.
Stuck in throat.
"Mom, I want to eat white flour cakes too."
Lin Zhiyi turned around and saw Lu'er pestering her sister-in-law Gu Wanyun to eat white flour cakes.
When she saw the white flour cakes in the second and third rooms, she suddenly felt that the black flour buns in her hand were not fragrant anymore.
Lin Zhiyi lowered her eyes and looked at the black-faced steamed buns again. She couldn't even eat it herself, let alone the two little kids, Lin Zheng and Lin Lu.
Lin Zhi realized that Chai Ya had a big appetite, so he gave the dry food in his hand to Chai Ya, "You fill your stomach first, and I'll make you something delicious later."
Chai Ya's eyes flashed with joy when she heard this, and she quickly took the black-faced dry food and said, "Yes, young lady."
Lin Zhiyi stored not only various vegetables, meat, grains and oils, but also steamed buns and food for dozens of tables in the kitchen of Qin's house. However, she didn't want to expose it, so it was not convenient to take it out at this time.
There were thirty live pheasants in cages, and twenty already killed chickens.
The pheasant should have been bought by the Qin family in Caoshi for Qin Lang’s wedding banquet.
But she couldn't take out the slaughtered chicken, but a live chicken would be fine, and she could pretend it was a pheasant shot in the woods.
She is good at slaughtering chickens. When she was young, her grandmother was in poor health, so Lin Zhiyi had to prepare all the meals during the New Year and other festivals herself.
Her grandmother was diagnosed with an incurable disease when she was in high school. In order to let her grandmother eat better in her last days, she worked part-time as an apprentice in a big restaurant.
"You guys eat first, I'm going to go pee over there."
Seeing this, Mrs. Song was worried and asked Chai Ya to follow.
Lin Zhiyi waved her hand and said, "Eat yours first. I'll be back soon. It won't be far."
Chai Ya listened to Lin Zhi's wishes the most, so she did not follow.
Lin Zhiyi walked around the area and came back with two live, clucking chickens in his hands.
Before I reached the front of the team, I heard Lin Lu crying.
She hurried forward and saw Lin Lu lying in Gu Wanyun's arms, wiping her tears. "Mom, Lu'er won't be greedy anymore. Just eat the black-faced steamed buns. Don't let them beat you anymore..."
Lin Zhiyi hurried forward and asked Lin Xiuran, "Brother, what's going on?"
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