Everyone in the village said that Widow Li was having an affair with her husband, but she had no evidence and didn't believe it. Otherwise, she would be in trouble for these two dogs.
But Mu Zhiqing had just given her a basket of mushrooms yesterday and had run into Widow Li, and today Mu Zhiqing was being embarrassed. This made her doubt, since the new educated youth had no conflicts with the villagers, why would her husband make things difficult for her?
"Oh, oh, it hurts so much, you bitch, let go! There are so many people around!" Chen Shengli shouted in pain and embarrassment.
"What's wrong with so many people? Do you still feel embarrassed? Are you still afraid of being embarrassed? If you were afraid of being embarrassed, you wouldn't do such a shameful thing!" Wu Dahua was still angry and kicked Chen Shengli twice.
Mu Qingli walked around the mountain, chatted with the flowers and plants, and reminisced with the big trees. Then she went down the mountain carrying two bundles of firewood and a rabbit.
She ran to the old lady's house in the village to exchange a bunch of red peppers for spicy rabbit meat in the evening. She also exchanged some beans, cucumbers, and tomatoes. She had to prepare lunch. The time was short at noon, so she couldn't make rabbit meat. She would just eat vegetarian food and make a plate of fried tomatoes and eggs.
When Mu Qingli heard that Wu Dahua had beaten Chen Sheng up because of her, she couldn't help but laugh. Although Wu Dahua loved to take advantage of others, she also stood up for herself because she had taken advantage of her. Of course, she also had a prejudice against Widow Li.
But who in this day and age doesn't want to get something for nothing? It was all just a fight over a meal, but Wu Dahua was a straightforward person, and she was quite clear about her grudges.
Mu Qingli returned to the Youth League Home, marinated the rabbit meat, cooked a pot of mung bean soup for the people who were building the house, and began to prepare lunch.
I cooked a pot of rice porridge, mixed cucumbers and beans, fried tomatoes and eggs, and took out a stack of millet pancakes that looked like cornmeal from the space, and lunch was ready.
However, in this era, cornmeal was mostly made from corn stubble. This millet flour pancake looks like it is made from fine cornmeal, but it tastes fragrant and sweet, so it should not be too eye-catching when taken out.
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