"What did you get in exchange for walnuts?" Zhang Zhaohua said angrily: "What else is there at home that you stole out?"

Looking at Zhang Sheng's smug look, Zhang Zhaohua thought about it and didn't know what he had exchanged for at home - eggs were impossible, the nest hidden under the roots of the old wall had been cleaned by the Wang family, and Zhang Sheng didn't have the courage to change the food or something, and the cotton clothes and quilts could also be changed at this time, but the Wang family was cleaning up his bed every day, and it was impossible not to find out. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Zhang Zhaohua suddenly thought of a possibility, she said, "Did you snatch the cloth that your mother gave to Lan Lan and sell it?"

Having a textile machine at home is a very precious thing, because the Wang family can weave a piece of cloth in four to five days, which is also a very important input for the family. Not only is it because not every household has a loom, only one out of ten households here has a loom, but Wang's loom is different from that used by other women in the village.

When Wang was still in the boudoir of the Shanxi landowner's house, he encountered immigrants from all over the country rushing to Shanxi to escape the military disaster, and her father, Zhang Zhaohua's maternal grandfather, recruited a group of displaced people, the male was a tenant, the female received two or three, two could cook, and the remaining one was from Songjiang.

It is this old mother from Songjiang who has a very amazing craft, she can weave cloth - of course, not ordinary weaving, cotton, yarn, wool, linen, silk she can do, and can also produce more than 20 different patterns of different colors.

It is no accident that the women of Songjiang are good at weaving cloth - because 50 years ago, Huang Daopo, who was born in Songjiang, learned advanced textile technology from the Li people, and after returning to her hometown, she taught it to the people of her hometown without reservation. Therefore, the cotton textile industry in Songjiang has developed to more than 1,000 companies, and the fabrics are marketed far and near, and this place soon became the center of the cotton weaving industry in the country.

This old mother also taught a lot of things to Wang, but unfortunately Wang still didn't like to learn at that time, and now she often sighs, she only learned the weaving method of a kind of cloth on the Songjiang side, and the woven cloth is called "standard cloth", the yarn is evenly fine, the cloth body is dense, and it can be made into a jacket boot or something with the characteristics of being strong and durable.

The standard cloth can also be regarded as a specialty in Songjiang, not to mention that in this poor and remote village in Henan, usually a cotton cloth can be folded into three points of silver, and the standard cloth woven by Wang can be folded into six points of silver, that is to say, Wang can weave less than twenty horses, and it can be exchanged for one or two silver.

But weaving is really an extremely tiring job. Wang's sleepless weaving for a hundred days can earn a tael of silver, not counting the cost and labor, his hair will be boiled white, not to mention, his eyes will be dizzy.

Before, the Wang family was upset because Zhang Sheng bullied Lan Lan of Widow Ma's family, so he specially took Lan Lan to stay at home for a few days when Widow Ma went to the neighboring village to help cook, and gave Lan Lan two pieces of cloth before leaving, even if it was compensation-

Zhang Zhaohua is now very suspicious that Zhang Sheng's death will not change, so he snatched back the cotton cloth from Lan Lan, and exchanged these two good standard cloths for the mountain goods in front of him.

Wang was smoking straw under the stove, choking on the smoke and coughing a few times, just at this time the water droplets on the handful of green vegetables that had just been put in the pot splashed into her eyes with oil, making her groan and run out to scoop water to wash her eyes.

It was already uncomfortable, but when he saw Zhang Sheng's stubborn appearance again, Wang suddenly became angry, and slapped Zhang Sheng on the forehead and scolded: "It's not a good thing! Don't you really want to become a scoundrel like Wu Laosan, and you have to be angry to death when you steal chickens and dogs all day long!"

"I didn't!" Zhang Sheng was caught off guard and was beaten to tears, and said, "I didn't take that damn Nizi's thing!"

"You also say-" Wang picked up the duster next to the stone mill and slammed it at him: "I tell you to study well on weekdays, and I hear the words in the dog's belly! If you don't cause trouble, why should I be a head short in front of her horse widow!

Zhang Sheng was beaten and screamed, but this time Zhang Zhaohua looked at him coldly and didn't go up to stop him, also because Zhang Sheng was really stubborn, and he really deserved to learn a lesson.

At first, Zhang Sheng was still crying and shouting gambling curses and swore that he didn't exchange the blue cloth for things, but he didn't run away, Ren Wang beat him seven or eight times, and only stood still and said: "Mother, I didn't learn well before, but today I said this, I don't recognize it! I didn't take her things, you can't wronged me for no reason like this!"

Wang was so angry that he couldn't speak, so he just held up the duster and greeted him. Zhang Sheng couldn't catch it no matter how hard he was, so he ran outside with his head in his hands.

Wang chased a few steps but didn't catch up, just at this time there was a violent crackling sound between the stoves, Wang heard this sound and sighed, and said, "It's bursting!"

Zhang Zhaohua rushed to the stove to take a look, the straw just now burned too much, half of the iron pot was actually burned out of a layer of ash, and the green vegetables in it could not be eaten, so angry that Wang scolded again.

The ash at the bottom of the pot is a hundred herb cream, which can cure dysentery, so it can't be wasted, Wang scraped off the black powder that formed it, and Zhang Zhaohua took the powder to the yard to sieve it carefully, remove the impurities and put it in a small bag.

After a meal in the evening, Zhang Zhaohua saw the walnuts and longan scattered all over the yard, and his heart was quite unpleasant. She suddenly said: "Could it be that the second brother really didn't take Lanlan's things-if he really took it, his first reaction when he beat him would definitely be to run." ”

"If he didn't take it, where would he get those things?" Zhang Chang pulled a big mouthful of porridge into his mouth and said, "Even if he didn't take it, he wouldn't be bent even if he stole eggs for things before." ”

Saying this, everyone was much more at ease, but no one asked Zhang Sheng where he would go if he didn't eat at night and didn't come back - in fact, he grew up so much, he slept in the east and west a lot of time, and the younger brother received a lot, and there was a place to sleep when he knocked on anyone's door.

However, when Wang went to the cellar in the evening, he found that there were two bottles of apple sauce that she had just made a few days ago, and needless to say, he knew that Zhang Sheng took it, and he should have returned from these mountain goods - so it seems that he really bent him, and it is true that he took something, but it is also true that he did not take Lanlan.

Zhang Sheng still didn't come back the next day, and when Zhang Sheng was still nowhere to be seen at noon on the third day, Wang couldn't sit still and sent Zhang Zhaohua out to look for someone.

Zhang Zhaohua had already heard from Fangfang that her brother was playing with a group of children in Goushuitou, so she planned to go straight to Goushuitou. Unexpectedly, within three or five steps from home, I heard a commotion, and when I looked up, I saw that a large group of children were coming here.

Zhang Zhaohua greeted her, and before the fourteen or fifteen children approached, she looked at them all, there was no shadow of Zhang Sheng, but there was an unexpected face.

"Brother Duan-" Zhang Zhaohua said: "Why did you play with them? Didn't your mother detain you and not let you go out?"

Brother Duan'er's eyes suddenly lit up when he saw her, and his small body stood up, and said, "I came to you, why haven't you played with me in the past two days?"

As he spoke, he took a yellow bead from his pocket and handed it to a child.

The group of children laughed and dispersed, Zhang Zhaohua hurriedly grabbed one and asked, "Don't you run - let me ask you, have you seen Brother Sheng?"

"No, no," said the boy, who spewed a big white bubble out of his nose, "I haven't seen him for days!

"You can't get out of bed," Zhang Zhaohua raised his fist and shook it under his nose, and said, "There are no good words in your mouth, beware of your ass being beaten!"

This child was frightened, their group of children were afraid of Zhang Sheng, but Zhang Sheng was afraid of Zhang Zhaohua, Zhang Sheng called Zhang Zhaohua a tigress behind his back, and this group of children was naturally clear.

He shrank away from Zhang Zhaohua's armpit like a loach, leaving a dumbfounded Duan Ge'er to look at her with his mouth wide open.