After the people walked away, Zhu Cuilan continued to knead her pickles with a sigh, and there was not much smile on her face.
Zhao Fangchu saw his mother's distress and asked in confusion, "Mom, why did you agree to this if it's not appropriate?"
Zhu Cuilan rubbed the vegetables in her hands more vigorously and whispered, "They've come all this way, so it's not good to offend them. There will always be times when we need their help. As she said, whether it's appropriate or not will be determined after your brother sees it."
Zhao Fangchu is a child at heart and doesn't understand the social interactions between adults. He doesn't understand why they don't just say directly if they don't want to meet.
But his mother must have her reasons for doing this, and he simply stopped thinking about it since he couldn't figure it out.
The snow vegetables are almost kneaded. Now take out a new jar and use white wine to kill the poison.
Put the rubbed snow vegetables into the jar, add a layer of snow vegetables and a layer of salt, and press the top with a clean stone to prevent the snow vegetables from rotting after the water is released.
Zhu Cuilan filled two large jars, one for Yang Donghu to take home and eat. It can be eaten in ten days of being placed in a dark place. The pickles made in this way will not go bad for a year and the color will still be emerald green.
When Yang Donghu returned to the yard, Zhao Luochuan had already chopped all the firewood and neatly stacked it in the corner of the kitchen. There was enough firewood for the whole month.
Zhao Luochuan saw him carrying a jar back, reached out to take it, put it next to the pile of firewood, and asked, "Is this pickled vegetables?"
There was always water boiling on the stove. Yang Donghu's mouth was a little dry, so he poured a bowl of hot water and waited for it to cool down. He said, "Yes, my aunt gave it to me. I'll put it behind the west room door. It can't be exposed to light. I'll eat it in ten days."
"Okay." Zhao Luochuan nodded.
The sun was hanging high above my head and it was time for lunch. I had just had chicken soup with vegetables yesterday, so I planned to eat something lighter today.
There was still half a bag of white flour in the noodle jar. Yang Donghu scooped a bowl of it and planned to make some noodle dumpling soup. It was light and not greasy, and it could warm the body, killing two birds with one stone.
Although it is not difficult to make dough balls, if you are not careful when adding water, they will become a sticky dough, so you have to add small amounts multiple times, stirring constantly with your hands while pouring water to prevent sticking.
Stir-fry the scallions, ginger and garlic in a pot, add half a pot of hot water, and when the pot boils, pour in the mixed noodles, push them along the edge of the pot with a large spoon, then pour in the washed vegetables, add some salt and thirteen spices and it is ready to serve.
The noodle dumpling soup is made quickly and is served on the table in the blink of an incense stick.
Pour the soup into a bowl and add a few drops of sesame oil to make it more fragrant.
The two chatted about family matters during the meal. The girl that Da Taohong introduced to Zhao Fangyu had parents who were really confused and were not a good match. Yang Donghu mentioned this to Zhao Luochuan.
"They only want money and not the girl. After the girl gets married, she has to give money to her parents' home. If it's really a loving mother and a filial son, it's fine. There's nothing wrong with helping her parents' home. But what the girl's mother did was really too much. How can she just want money and ignore everything else? She said it nicely, as if she had no choice but to do so, but in fact she doesn't care about how the girl will live in the future. It's really infuriating." Yang Donghu said angrily.
Zhao Luochuan was a grown man, so he didn't like to talk too much about an unmarried girl. He just agreed with him from time to time.
Perhaps it was because the girl's situation was too similar to Yang Donghu's, he seemed to be holding a grudge in his heart, not knowing whether he was resentful towards the girl's family or the Yang family.
Yang Donghu suddenly thought of his elder sister who was already married and whom he had never met. Wasn't it Wang Dujuan who didn't want to return the betrothal gift that caused a conflict with Yang Chunxiao's in-laws? As a result, Yang Chunxiao now has no status at all in her husband's family.
Originally, her husband supported her in opposing his mother, but Yang Chunxiao had been married for two or three years and had no children. Gradually, even her husband disliked her.
Yang Chunxiao did go back to her parents' home to complain to Wang Dujuan, but Wang Dujuan resented her husband's family for being stingy, and she was not in a good mood towards her daughter either.
Yang Chunxiao's mother-in-law was also very powerful. She tortured her all day long. Once, Yang Chunxiao couldn't stand it anymore and returned to her parents' home crying. But Wang Dujuan didn't even let her in. She scolded her as a hen that didn't lay eggs and scolded Yang Chunxiao away.
Yang Chunxiao inherited her father's weak and incompetent character. She didn't even have the courage to commit suicide by jumping into the river. She could only return to her husband's home in disgrace and endure the pain under her mother-in-law's control.
Yang Donghu felt upset whenever he thought about these things. Perhaps it was because he could empathize with them, he felt as if a huge, heavy stone was pressing down on him.
Fortunately, he met Zhao Luochuan and Zhu Cuilan's family. If it were someone else, he might not have had such an easy time.
Yang Donghu's thoughts were written all over his face. Zhao Luochuan could tell at a glance that something was wrong. He thought he was troubled by what happened today and said, "Every family has its own problems. Her mother treated her like this, and her life at home must be difficult. If she can find a good family to rescue her in the future, she'll be lucky. If not, there's nothing you and I can do. No matter how long our arms are, we can't reach into their homes."
"That's right." Yang Donghu nodded and said no more.
The two of them quickly finished their meal and cleaned up the kitchen. Zhao Luochuan was worried that Yang Donghu's body had not recovered yet, so he asked him to go to bed and rest.
The bed had already been made, and there was no trace of yesterday at all.
"Are you feeling better? Are you still feeling uncomfortable?" Zhao Luochuan could tell that something was wrong with Yang Donghu when he was cooking just now, but he was too embarrassed to say it. Now he couldn't help but asked.
Yang Donghu was choked accidentally and bent down to cough hard.
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