Lin Zhi still understood his wife. Sure enough, when he returned home that night, Mrs. Lin was angry again.
"Next time if you come back so late, I won't open the door for you. You have to get up when everyone else is asleep. It's really annoying." Mrs. Lin's face turned pale as she opened the door. When she smelled the alcohol on Lin Zhi, she frowned in disgust: "You drank so much again, you stink. What's wrong? What delicious food did I make for you? Why did you drink so much?"
The news that they moved so many things had already spread throughout the village. The rumors were very detailed, such as mahogany cabinets and six-frame beds. Even if Mrs. Lin hadn't seen it, she was still jealous of the big commotion.
Lin Zhi carefully moved the pheasant in his hand forward as if to please him. The pheasant was still alive and flapped its wings twice.
"I'll go wash it later. Here, Dachuan brought back a pheasant from the mountain. He said he wanted to bring it back for you to try."
Their family conditions were relatively good, but it had been more than ten days since they had eaten meat at home. The vegetarian dishes they had eaten these past few days were bland and tasteless. When Mrs. Lin saw the pheasant, her anger had mostly subsided.
But she didn't show it on her face, and her words were still as unforgiving as before: "You brought something back after eating, and you take it even if someone gives it to you? Aren't you afraid of being laughed at? You should pack up the things you brought back yourself, and I won't touch yours."
"Okay, I'll clean it up tomorrow, and you just wait and eat it. Pheasant eggs are rare, and it costs a lot of money to buy them. Tomorrow we can also stew them with dried mushrooms."
Lin Zhi had been with her for a long time, and he could guess from her expression that his wife's anger had subsided a lot. He laughed and hugged his wife back to the house, not forgetting to lock the gate tightly.
People who live in the same village and visit each other frequently seem to be close relatives. After eating the chicken, Mrs. Lin felt a lot more relaxed and no longer felt jealous when she heard what others said.
There is an orange tree planted by Mrs. Lin's parents' home. In fact, it was not planted specially, but a wild fruit tree grown in the ground. Fortunately, the fruits are not big but the taste is still sweet and sour. When Mrs. Lin was pregnant, her favorite thing to eat was the oranges from this tree, so her mother kept it and didn't cut it down.
Mrs. Lin brought a basket from her parents' home. She found a basket and emptied half of it into it, asking Lin Zhi to deliver it to the Zhao family. He couldn't just eat other people's food for free.
Half a basket of oranges is certainly not as valuable as a fat pheasant, but it is a small token of appreciation between neighbors. Zhao Luochuan thanked the neighbors and kept the oranges.
Although oranges are ripe now, the skin of this orange is still very green and you can only smell its fragrance after peeling it.
The orange peel was very thin. The moment it was peeled, the juice was squeezed out and splashed everywhere. It smelled extremely sour. Yang Donghu frowned and backed away. He didn't like to eat too sour things. When he got close to it, the air was filled with sour smell.
Zhao Luochuan stuffed an orange segment into his mouth and surprisingly found it quite delicious. It didn't taste sour at all, and if he ate it carefully, there was even a hint of sweetness. "Not bad, do you want to try it?"
"No, it smells sour." Yang Donghu shook his head, but after seeing Zhao Luochuan take several bites in a row, he suddenly felt eager to try: "Is it really not sour?"
"There's a little bit, try it." Zhao Luochuan tore off the white silk on the surface of the orange and held it to Yang Donghu's mouth: "Ah~"
Yang Donghu bit the orange slice in his hand with half belief and half doubt, but he frowned because of the sour taste as soon as he took a bite. His little face was as bitter as a bun filled with stuffing.
"Hmm~ So sour."
Zhao Luochuan knew that he couldn't tolerate acid, but he didn't expect that he couldn't tolerate such an orange. He quickly reached out and patted his back, then put his other hand to his mouth: "Then don't eat it, spit it out quickly, quickly."
"I swallowed it." Yang Donghu hissed twice, shuddered all over, then opened his mouth and moved his tongue twice.
"This is too sour. If you can't eat it, don't eat it. We have someone with good teeth at home, so give it to Fang Chu. We're busy before the wedding and won't have time to go to town. By the end of September, when we're done, oranges will be much sweeter than these. Let's go buy some sweet oranges then, okay?"
Yang Donghu's teeth were sore, and he felt uncomfortable even after forcing himself to swallow the orange. His stomach was so sour and he wanted to vomit. He endured the discomfort in his stomach, nodded when he heard the words, and refused to look at the orange again.
The wedding candy had been bought and placed at home. Zhao Luochuan found him a piece of sweet malt candy and put it in his mouth to slowly dissolve it to remove the sourness, so that he could feel more comfortable.
Zhao Luochuan has been at home these days, so Zhu Cuilan gave him the job of giving Yang Donghu moxibustion. She rolled the moxa into moxa sticks, and it was not difficult for her to rub his stomach and add ginger slices. Zhu Cuilan also reminded him not to be exposed to cold wind.
Yang Donghu has a long-standing health problem that is difficult to cure in a short time. However, even though the weather has turned colder now, Zhao Luochuan still clearly feels that his hands and feet are not as cold as before.
The new bed had been brought back for a few days. At first, both of them were a little unfamiliar with it and not used to sleeping in it. On the first night, I didn’t fall asleep until I hugged Qianqian after making a fuss for half the night.
It is said that there is only unbearable suffering but no unenjoyable happiness. The bed bought at a high price is definitely more comfortable to sleep on than the original wooden board. The beddings at home are carefully prepared, and each one is as soft as a newly fluffed cotton quilt, and it feels soft to sleep under the body.
The only bad thing is that the bed is too big. If Yang Donghu gets angry and hides to the side, it is not as easy to catch him as before.
The basket of oranges was not kept, and Zhao Luochuan gave them all to Zhu Cuilan. Except for Zhao Fangchu who ate two without feeling sour, no one else could finish even one.
Zhao Fangyu had been in the mountains alone for half a month, and Zhu Cuilan missed him very much at home. However, he had indeed learned a lot of real skills from Zhao Luochuan, and he also hunted a sheep and several pheasants from the mountains by himself.
When he came back, Zhu Cuilan pulled him to look at him several times. Seeing that he had no other injuries except a long scratch on his left arm, Zhu Cuilan breathed a sigh of relief. The scratch was not deep and would heal quickly after forming a scab in two days.
Zhu Cuilan was busy cooking for her son. He was alone in the mountains and had poor food to eat. When she got home, she had to make some delicious food to reward him.
As the wedding is approaching, the family needs to be busier and busier. When Zhao Fangyu goes to the mountain again, he will wait for Zhao Luochuan to go with him?
"This sheep is fat and it struggled hard when I caught it. Fortunately, the trap we dug is still usable, otherwise it would have run away." Zhao Fangyu tied the sheep to the well and turned around to chat with Zhao Luochuan.
Zhao Luochuan had been shopping for a long time and knew at a glance how much the sheep would sell for. He smiled and said, "Not bad, much better than my first time going up the mountain myself."
"That's right. After all, I'm your brother." The two of them couldn't talk without bickering. Zhao Fangyu raised his chin and said, "Keep the sheep. I don't have anything good to give you for your wedding, so I'll just treat it as an extra dish for your feast."
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