Although he is a man, he has never done farm work before. No matter his strength or skills, he cannot compare with farmers. He certainly cannot support two people with his work points, although his family and the Liu family said they would try their best to subsidize them.
But they were not from a wealthy family, they were just small leaders in the factory, and they had younger brothers and sisters to raise at home. It was absolutely impossible for them to support one more person, so he had to make up his mind.
Either Liu Ruoling goes to cut grass for the pigs and cook outside, or she cuts enough grass for one laborer to feed the pigs or goes to work, or the two of them split up and take care of themselves.
Liu Ruoling didn't take his words to heart. He had said some harsh words a few days ago, but in the end he still cooked for her obediently.
When Chu Maoshen saw her indifferent look, he felt like a ball of cotton was stuffed in his heart. He cooked a pot of sweet potato leaf porridge out of spite.
The porridge had a strange taste and was not very tasty, but Chu Maoshen still made a bitter face and drank it while pinching his nose. After drinking the porridge, he saw that there was no movement from Liu Ruoling, so he didn't care. After washing the bowl, he went to the mountain to chop firewood.
Apart from the load of firewood he chopped from the mountains yesterday with Kang Mingyuan and the others, he didn't have any dry firewood at all. All the firewood he had used in the past few days had to be borrowed from Kang Mingyuan and Shao Lidong. In order to ensure a sufficient supply of firewood in the future, he had to chop as much firewood as possible when the weather was fine.
Liu Ruoling saw that Chu Maoshen was exhausted, so she went to the kitchen. Seeing that there was still a lot of porridge in the pot, she was secretly delighted: He was just being stubborn, and he would never and would not dare to abandon her.
She took a bowl, filled it with a large bowl of porridge and started drinking.
"What's that taste? It's so disgusting." When she drank it, a strange taste filled her mouth. She tried to force herself to swallow it, but her stomach churned and she spat out all the porridge.
"What did you eat?" Tang Xinmei, who was washing dishes in the kitchen, saw the porridge water sprayed all over the floor and couldn't help asking.
"Sweet potato leaf porridge, I don't know how Chu Maoshen cooked it, it's really unpalatable. I wanted to swallow it, but I spit it out unexpectedly." Liu Ruoling said with a straight face.
"You came back early, why don't you cook for yourself? Then you can make whatever you want." Tang Xinmei looked at her in confusion.
"I can't cook." Liu Ruoling said as a matter of course, "Chu Maoshen is a man, and he also said that he would take care of me. If I can't do anything, of course he has to help."
"He has to go to work, chop wood, fetch water, and cook. Aren't you afraid of tiring him to death?" Tang Xinmei looked at her in surprise: she had never seen such a weirdo, going to the countryside and still wanting to rely on another educated youth for a living.
"He's a man, what's wrong with him doing more work? Can he really be exhausted to death?" Liu Ruoling said disapprovingly. There are many couples in the village who have to support a whole family. Chu Maoshen only supports her, and he also has subsidies from his family. Why shouldn't he do that?
"Just think it through yourself." Tang Xinmei didn't want to say anything more. After all, it was a fight between two people. Even if she died of exhaustion, it was none of other people's business.
Qiao Mo didn't know that the man and woman had another conflict. At this moment, she was happily eating spicy crayfish. Although the conditions here were very difficult, she would still try her best to match meat and vegetables. If there was no meat, she would add more lard.
"Mo Mo, your cooking skills are so poor, you know that? That Liu Ruoling was outside cutting grass for pigs for less than an hour, but did nothing when she got home. When Chu Maoshen came back and saw the pot and stove were cold, his face turned black." Han said with a hint of gloating. He saw him cooking with a black face when he went to pour water just now.
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