Chapter 62: A Big Story
The snow stopped and the sky cleared up.
A thin layer of snow piled up in the yard.
It’s not cold when it snows, but it’s cold when the snow melts.
It’s very cold today…
There was a charcoal fire and hot water burning in the corner, and steam was rising.
The charcoal fire was almost burned out and was flickering faintly.
Aunt Wang was half lying on the bed, shivering as she hugged the hard, cold quilt.
She continued to curse Wu Huaer, "You little bitch, do you want to freeze me to death? Come and add more charcoal."
"Here it comes..."
Wu Huaer was not angry either.
She was already used to such curses and felt no ripple in her heart.
Curse as much as you want, I won’t starve you to death anytime soon…
She slowly returned to the house, picked up the baby, and then went to her mother-in-law's room.
As soon as you enter the house.
Uh, a bad smell hits me...
She frowned, "Mom, I advise you to stop scolding and save your energy! From now on, I will be the only one left at home to take care of Heiwa, and I won't have the time to serve you several meals a day. If you use all your energy on scolding, you will have to endure hunger later..."
When Aunt Wang heard this, the words she was about to curse got stuck in her throat.
She always obeyed orders and never dared to disobey her daughter-in-law.
Now they are rebelling.
What a heartless person!
"Go! Go and get Tiezhu back. I don't need you to serve me." Aunt Wang suppressed the anger in her heart.
She is scared!
She was afraid that her son would take revenge on her when he was not at home...
Wu Huaer raised her eyebrows, her eyes full of coldness, "Alright! I'll call Tiezhu back for you, and then bring a few coffins, and then our family will lie down in there and starve..."
"You...you actually dared to curse me to death!"
Aunt Wang pointed at her with a trembling finger, almost vomiting blood in anger, but still pretended to be calm.
"You bitch, why are you so arrogant? When Tiezhu finds a job in the county government, he will buy me a maid. Then I will have a maid to serve me, and I won't need you to be an eyesore here anymore."
Wu Huaer stroked her temples and sneered, "Mother, I guess you don't know yet, but that Master Tao has been imprisoned by the county magistrate. Whether he can get out, or whether he's still alive, is still unknown..."
"I will wait for you as a maid... in the next life!"
Aunt Wang's face was ashen, she bit her lips, clutched the quilt tightly, and stared at Wu Huaer with bloodshot eyes.
If I could move, I would definitely go over and tear her mouth apart.
After I recovered, I felt a little scared...
The county magistrate won’t come to arrest her, right?
Do I have to go to jail even though I'm paralyzed?
When Wu Huaer saw her like this, she felt so relieved.
She made her decision immediately.
From now on, I will come here every day to chat with my mother-in-law...
The mother-in-law’s pain is her happiness!
Looking at the almost extinguished charcoal fire, she took two small pieces from a large bag of charcoal and added more.
"Mother, I'm the housekeeper now, but all the money my husband has is spent on hiring doctors to prescribe medicine for you and Heiwa. He can't even afford to buy charcoal. You just have to bear with it!"
Aunt Wang grabbed a pillow and threw it at her, cursing, "You vicious woman! You want to freeze me to death? No way."
"Mom, if you really can't bear it, tell your daughter-in-law where you hide your money, and your daughter-in-law will go buy you some silver charcoal..."
Wu Huaer's tone rose as she said this.
His tone was full of gloating.
"Don't even think about it! You won't get a penny from me."
I’m so angry! It’s so infuriating!
Aunt Wang's chest heaved violently, and she spat out a mouthful of blood...
.......
Jiang family.
Jiang Miaomiao nestled in her mother's arms, bending her toes and preparing to put them in her mouth.
She was caught by her mother.
A pair of furry socks were put on her little feet, and a pair of gloves were put on her hands.
It was made by her mother using rabbit fur from hunting.
Fluffy and warm.
No more chewing your toes or licking your fingers!
The act of biting her toes is completely out of her control and involuntary.
But when it comes to a baby, it seems perfectly normal.
The little hands, having nowhere to put them, unconsciously put them in their mouths...
Pooh!
A mouth full of hair!
It tastes weird, woooooo...
Little Miaomiao pouted and looked at her mother with her round eyes.
"Aa ...
Her mother ignored her and gave her a kiss on the face.
Then he tied her to his back and wrapped her tightly, leaving only her rosy little face exposed.
Hey! Mom has to start work again.
As the only freeloader in the family, she could only try her best not to cause them any trouble.
Lie obediently on mother's back.
Since that day I went to Jiangzhou.
Her mother stayed at home to take care of her, keep accounts, and harvest bamboo shoots...
The task of transporting goods in the sports car was entirely handed over to my uncle and aunt.
The signature dish of Yipinju in Jiangzhou, and even in the capital and other prefectures and counties, has become a bamboo shoot banquet.
Yipinju’s bamboo shoot banquet is famous throughout Daliang State.
Anyone who wants to eat bamboo shoots will first think of Yipinju.
This winter.
Guests of Yipinju come like clouds, making a fortune every day.
Bamboo shoots are in short supply.
Every day, villagers come to Jiang Miaomiao's house carrying bamboo shoots, and the house is always crowded with people.
Several large carts of bamboo shoots were also transported to Jiangzhou every day.
Uncle Wang Quan's ox cart also joined Jiang Miaomiao's family's convoy.
My mother was so tired from harvesting bamboo shoots.
The villagers also received a lot of money.
Came with full expectations and left with a smile on her face.
Mrs. Zhou and Aunt Yang never visited her house again.
Jiang Miaomiao thought.
Their bamboo shoots were really taken to Jiangzhou.
Or they would ask others to carry them on their backs and be too embarrassed to show up.
My mother also hired a number of aunts, sisters-in-law and aunts who were skillful and good at pickling bamboo shoots.
The bamboo shoots were sorted into different categories, and the high-quality, large and plump ones were taken to Jiangzhou.
The small ones and the damaged ones were gathered together.
After peeling, shelling, boiling, blanching, and sun drying...
It is said that it takes half a year to produce dried bamboo shoots with a fresh fragrance, rich flavor and bright yellow color.
Some of the bamboo shoots are pickled to make bamboo shoot pickles. [1]
To ensure that Yipinju has a continuous supply of bamboo shoots and bamboo shoot products all year round.
The reputation of the bamboo shoot banquet remains popular all year round.
Therefore, the people of Taoxi Village no longer have any disputes about the fact that my mother harvested the bamboo shoots and then resold them.
Instead, I have more respect for my mother.
From the previous Mrs. Jiang, her aunt, and Mrs. Lu, she became Mr. Lu.
It’s not because my mother is the wife of a minister.
It was not because of her title of Fourth Rank Master which was just a title.
It's because my mother really helped the villagers become rich...
Jiang Miaomiao was drowsy on her mother's back.
Occasionally, you can hear the villagers who come to sell bamboo shoots chatting with my mother.
"Boss Lu, have you seen it? The kidnappers who abducted your daughter were crucified, and the ringleader was also executed along with his entire clan..."
"Punish all nine clans?"
Lu Qingyao was stunned and stopped what she was doing.
These kidnappers did a lot of evil things and deserved death, but the Daliang law did not have a clause that would kill nine generations of the family.
There is no precedent for this.
Unless... it's the will from above.
Can shock the higher-ups...
It seems that the two young men who were turned into blind bears are from powerful backgrounds.
For some reason, Lu Qingyao felt a little uneasy.
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Notes [1] Bamboo shoot pickles are mentioned in the Book of Songs as “add beans, bamboo shoot pickles and fish paste”. It is one of the seven pickles in ancient times, equivalent to modern sauerkraut and sour bamboo shoots.
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