"Thank you, Mrs. Lao!" Aunt Tian caught up with Aunt Lao who was about to leave. "I heard that Yongfu's daughter-in-law is pregnant?"
"Hey, what's the matter? Why are you in such a hurry?
Yes, the eldest daughter-in-law's belly is finally promising! "Aunt Lao nodded happily.
A few days ago, she heard from her eldest son that her daughter-in-law vomited as soon as she woke up. She guessed it and forced Yongfu to take her to Qingyang Medical Centre for a check-up.
She was the one who made all the meals and sent them to the blacksmith shop.
"That's good.
I thought it was just Mrs. Shui's wild guess.
Here, this is the meat that Dafu just got. Let's stew it for our daughter-in-law. "Aunt Tian opened the lid of the bamboo basket, took out a piece of pork meat wrapped in oil paper, and handed it to Aunt Lao.
"How can I accept this?
It's better to take it back and give it to our grandson. It's rare for you to come and live with us. "Aunt Lao refused to accept it.
"Oh, Mrs. Lao, don't be so polite with me. Our lives are better now, and it's not a big gift to give us some pork. Besides, Dabao is coming back today. His father has already killed a little chick." Aunt Tian stuffed the pork meat into Aunt Lao's arms. "What?
Are you going to send them lunch? "Aunt Lao glanced at the big bowls in the bamboo basket that Aunt Lao was carrying.
"Yes, Yongfu said that his daughter-in-law didn't have a good appetite these days and she's weak all over. Sigh, now I just hope that she can give birth to our grandson safely. I don't care about anything else!" Aunt Lao explained helplessly.
Her eldest son's blacksmith shop was at the entrance of the village, which was far away from their house. It was really difficult for her to carry a bamboo basket and walk back and forth for half an hour every day.
However, her daughter-in-law didn't want to move back. She had no choice. Her pregnant daughter-in-law was the most important.
"I heard from Dafu that the owner wants to move the blacksmith shop to the city. Did he talk to Yongfu about it?" Aunt Tian lowered her voice and whispered in Aunt Lao's ear.
"Really?" Aunt Lao's eyes lit up.
If that was the case, that would be great.
His eldest son worked in the blacksmith shop in the village. He didn't have much work to do in a year. He just mended the pots for the East Family and made a pole scale for the West Family. The best time for business was two or three years ago when the three main residences were built.
Now that the three towns had been merged into one big "He Yuan", it was much more convenient to enter the city. A lot of ironware was bought from the blacksmiths in the city.
Yong Fu's small shop was only patronized by a few old neighbors in Flower Town, and his income was not as stable as his father's.
Lao Youkun worked as a gardener in the main house. Every month, he earned a few hundred copper coins. In a year, he earned several taels. It was hard work, but he was still very busy.
However, Yongfu and his wife stayed in the blacksmith shop all day long and didn't even get two taels of silver in a year.
"Dafu said so.
Maybe he just had this intention … I say, sister-in-law, if Yongfu also opens a shop in the city, you two will be rich. "Aunt Tian said jokingly with a smile.
"Tsk!
What was there to talk about?
The two of us are living a good life now.
Besides, do you think that if my son is rich, I will definitely enjoy a good life?
Look at Yongqiang and his wife. Other than the New Year, when can we expect them to come back? "
Lao Youkun curled her lips. Her youngest son and his wife had opened a grocery store in the city for four years. Her grandson was now three years old. Only when the young couple quarreled would they be willing to send him here to stay for a few days.
"That's true. Look at our family's Dabao, isn't he the same?
He was only willing to come home after a lot of persuasion.
Today is the Dragon Boat Festival. If his father didn't go to his shop to deliver the goods the day before yesterday, he wouldn't have thought of coming back.
Alas, he is seventeen years old this year. His looks are not bad. Why don't any girls like him? "Aunt Tian was depressed when she mentioned her family's little rascal.
It was said that they met many girls in the city. Dabao was at the age where he should be impulsive. However, they had never heard him mention any girl that he liked and wanted to marry her.
If he really liked her, with his current young and promising age, there was no need to be afraid that the girl wouldn't like him.
"Dabao is a man with his own ideas and foresight. You didn't see him go to Huan Sha City to open a wood shop at such a young age. Don't worry, fate hasn't come yet." Lao Youkun comforted.
Dabao was the role model of their Blossom Town's younger generation.
At such a young age, he was already the shopkeeper of a six-storey woodwork shop.
Although the main family's promotion was indispensable, with his superb martial arts and the temperament of a shopkeeper, it was only a matter of time before he picked the perfect wife.
"I hope so.
Our family is relying on him to carry on the family line. "Aunt Tian sighed helplessly.
"Oh, it's getting late. I won't disturb sister-in-law.
After lunch, I have to go to the main family to help wrap the dumplings. "
"What?
The main family needs someone to wrap the dumplings? "
"It's said that they're going to send them to various shops for welfare.
I only heard about it from the Shui family's wife this morning. "
"That's fine. I'll go after I send lunch." Lao Youkun waved her hand and strode toward the blacksmith shop on the east side of the village.
Temporary helpers were also paid. This was the experience they had after helping for three years.
Therefore, as long as there was nothing urgent at home, these women would go and earn some extra money.
For example, during the busy season, they finished their own fields and went to the main family's farm to help harvest. Another example was when spring came and they collectively went to Xiufeng Peak to pick the bamboo shoots and peel the shells so that the pickled vegetable brewing workshop could make dried bamboo shoots. Another example was when the main family didn't have enough manpower during the New Year, they volunteered to help clean and make snacks.
In short, the women and daughters-in-law of the Blossom Yard earned as much as the men in their family.
In addition to being happy, the decorations at home also gradually improved. In the early years, they didn't even dare to look at the glass vase, let alone touch it with their hands. Now, every family would buy one and use it as a decorative item.
As for the clothes on their bodies, they were no longer wearing old clothes with patches embroidered on them. Every year, they would make two sets of new clothes for themselves and their families.
Every time they went to the city to shop, they would buy whatever they liked. They were even more straightforward than the women in the city. This was the most satisfying moment for them.
Their little vanity was satisfied to the greatest extent.
And all of this was due to the main family of the three small towns, the current masters of "He Garden".
As for the rumors about the villagers of "He Garden" becoming helpers and tenants of the main family who were jealous of them, they didn't care at all.
First of all, they weren't tenants. They had their own properties and fields. They were just helping the main family earn some extra money in their spare time.
Even if they were tenants, they didn't care.
As long as their days were good, their families were healthy, the villagers were happy, and the environment was beautiful … With so many benefits, so what if they were "helpers and tenants"?
Could it be that those people in the city didn't work for other main families?
Could it be that the income of the people in the city didn't come from working for other people?
What a joke!
How could they not know that those gossiping people in the city were nothing more than jealous?
In particular, the Hua family, who moved out of Flower Town three years ago, didn't do very well in the city. They spent a lot of money to invest in the grocery store, but the business was not as good as the business of Yong Qiang and his wife's store. When they met a few times in the market, the Hua family's woman's mouth was sour.
It was as if their whole family moved out of Flower Town because the villagers forced them.
When she thought of this, Aunt Lao was angry. However, although she was angry, she was also happy in her heart.
The more unpleasant the Hua family's woman's words were, the more envious she was in her heart. Haha … Who told them to want to leave Flower Town? It was good that they left!
They didn't feel happy that they didn't leave.
The current "He Garden" was carefully maintained and built by the main family and the villagers who loved "He Garden". They wouldn't let those jealous women destroy it!
…
In the afternoon of the Dragon Boat Festival, a group of idle women and daughters-in-law gathered in the kitchen of the main residence of Flower Yard. They were chatting and laughing while wrapping dumplings. The scene was very lively.
"What?
Do you need so many dumplings today? "
Si Chong, who had nothing to do, heard the hubbub of voices in the kitchen. He thought that something big had happened and deliberately snuck over to spy on the situation.
After leaving his career as an assassin, he founded the intelligence organization "Guang Ci Tower". Compared to the other three people, his personality was much more lively. Now, he was even more enthusiastic.
"Ah, it's Third Master Si. How come you have time to come to the kitchen today?"
The outspoken Aunt Tian saw Si Chong standing at the kitchen door and calmly looking at them and warmly greeted him.
Third Master Si was the title his godmother had given him based on his introduction.
In terms of age, he was the third of the four. Sirou was younger than him by three months.
"I saw that you were so busy wrapping dumplings, so I came to see you." Si Chong's lips curved into a faint smile.
"Third Master, the young master ordered the kitchen to wrap more dumplings and send them to each store.
'Guang Ci Tower' has already sent people to deliver them.
These dumplings are to be sent to the pickled vegetable store. "The kitchen manager chuckled as she explained.
"The young master ordered this?" Si Chong raised his eyebrows.
Ah … it must be another reward that his wife thought of to win people's hearts and wanted him to pass it on.
Otherwise, with Si Ling's icy cold personality, how could he have thought of this on his own initiative?
"Third Master, you have to try it when the time comes. There are a few more flavors this year …" The kitchen manager said as she picked up the dumplings that were already wrapped and walked towards the stove.
"Of course." Si Chong replied with a smile.
Then, he nodded at the busy women and walked out of the kitchen towards the Lin residence.
Just as he was about to pass through the arched door, he heard the sound of hurried footsteps. Out of mischief, he hid himself in the bushes behind him.
"I said that he's just a buyer. What else do you need me to promise?"
A hurried female voice mixed with the sound of panting came from afar. "It's not easy for you to come back. Please, don't be angry with me …" The tone of the voice gradually weakened, and there was even a slight choking sound.
"I didn't." A stiff male voice whispered into Si Chong's ears. Heavens, it's actually Sirou.
When did he have a woman? Judging from the voice, it was the second shopkeeper of 'Yue Yun Embroidery House'.
Si Chong's body stiffened as he held his breath. Then, he saw Sirou's sharp gaze.
Then, he picked up Jiang Yingyun, who was trying to explain herself, and jumped towards his garden.
"Ah … Lao … I feel dizzy like this …"
"Shut up!"
… …
"Tsk tsk … this is too amazing!
There really is a woman in this world that can make that guy fall in love … "Speaking of the four departments of the Fengyao Pavilion, he was the only one who was alone.
Even though Louis Stu refused to admit it, his relationship with Jianyue, the guard of Blood Hades, was close.
Now, even that guy Sirou had a woman. It seemed like he had to work harder and not be last.
That would be too damaging to his reputation as the head of 'Guang Ci Pavilion' …
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