At the moment, Mrs. Ma's house, in less than the middle of the night, there was no one in the house.

Mrs. Ma didn't mention it, she was busier than anyone else.

In the past two days, even if he was recuperating at home, he would go to Song Fusheng's house when he was free, which was longer than staying at his own house. She moved to her third son's house to sleep.

He's family, the eldest girl and the second girl, make cakes, and they can't wait to race against time, and they soak in the cake room every day and don't go home.

Baking a pot is a pot of money.

Besides, the second girl behaves well, and he was recently promoted, it's too exciting, they all have a head and two legs, why? He and the eldest girl worked harder, and they also wanted to learn more and do more complicated things, wouldn't they be able to earn more, and the complex commission was different.

was so busy with the dirty clothes that Song Fucai's family changed, sometimes the He family was too busy, and Erlang washed them all by a half-year-old son.

In ancient times, boys washed it, which shows that there is really no trick.

And Song Fucai, Song Fuxi, and Da Lang, these all belong to strong labor.

The work of strong labor, that is, where there is heavy work, where to go.

Today, cutting trees and splitting wood, and transporting stones tomorrow, Grandpa Song has no time to let the strong laborers be idle. He was troubled when he saw that the strong laborers were idle. Eat so much, don't work, and be blind with food.

Even if the strong laborers are a little free, the eldest Song Fucai will sometimes help his younger brother do carpentry work, sometimes help his son weave baskets, and this time he will beat eggs for his daughter-in-law many times.

Therefore, it is also a day and night that does not recruit a family, and when you go home, you just fall asleep.

Including Song Jinbao too.

Song Jinbao and two other half-grown children, a few years older than him, worked three shifts and were sentry.

No matter how young a person is, he or she also earns a share of work and has a formal job.

Not far from the river, they also built a small grass hut with charcoal burning in it, and under normal circumstances, they could not leave their posts.

Even if the shift changes, Song Jinbao still has to play, and he has to surround the fat girl sister to beg for praise and mix some delicious food and drink. I don't have time to go home, and I wash my hair at the third uncle's house.

Therefore, naturally, the Zhu family became an idler.

Compared to everyone, she is idle.

But she was not convinced, and Zhu didn't want to be idle.

I'm about to be angry with her, and my psychology is extremely unbalanced.

Others are busy and can make more money, but what about her, is she really lying on the kang idle? Not really.

When she came back from the finish, she had to bring back the water she drank at home, burn a few kangs, scrub the house, and all belonged to her.

She also washed her mother-in-law's clothes by herself.

Recently, Mrs. Ma has also been using waste water, washing her hair, feet, and clothes, and always finding fault with the ash in the house, and the kang mat has to be wiped.

In Zhu's opinion, she did so much work, no one said a good word, and she didn't have a penny, so she worked in vain.

Really, it's better to break eggs when you have time.

Look, this is sent to her again, and she asks her to make clothes for the fat girl.

At this time, Zhu sat cross-legged on the kang, in the empty room, while making Song Fuling's cloak, while muttering to himself:

"Then Qian's family, isn't he good at embroidering?

People in the city, who usually go back to their hometowns, do needlework and thread, do those tricks, and wear those clothes on their bodies, rare and dead people, she and her sister-in-law have never even seen each other.

What's the matter, why can't you do needlework?

You can't lie or lie about it, just say that you are not happy to do it, and you can bully me.

Besides, didn't the third child still say that the Qian family did not participate in earning work points, but to embroider purses to earn more money?

At present, the Qian family is too lazy to even make clothes, can he embroider purses to earn money?

You're fooling.

Don't tell her, my right hand was injured that time, and then I couldn't do needlework, what's the matter, I hurt my bones? Isn't it just a scar? ”

Zhu scratched his hair with a needle, continued to sew clothes after scratching, and continued to complain:

"I don't think it's hurting your hand, it's hurting your head, why don't you forget to eat?"

In short, in Zhu's eyes, Qian said that the craftsmanship is not good, and after the hand is injured, the work will not be useful, which is too lazy to make excuses, and does not respect her second sister-in-law.

But no matter how much she complains, as long as Qian can convince the old lady, it is equivalent to a mountain pressing on her head.

"Hello," Zhu hurriedly and carefully put down the needle and stroked the fabric with his hand. Oh no, her hands are too rough, and the good material can be seen to be scraped.

No, you have to go to the ground and find some oil to wipe your hands before you do it.

If you send it after doing this, don't be thankless. Don't let your mother-in-law scold her for being uneasy and kind-hearted, Qian also has to chew her tongue with her mother-in-law behind her back, say bad things about her, and say that she is deliberate or something.

She really wants to do it on purpose, she can't wait to go down with a scissors, make a fart for you, why make clothes for you, and take the time to break eggs to earn two pennies.

But does she dare? Her man had to beat her to death.

Jinbao also has to say, mother, how can you be bad. The eldest girl and the second girl can't make a cake.

Good life.

Zhu went around the ground for a long time, and he didn't turn over the face oil that Song Poria gave to the big girl and the big girl, and he couldn't apply sesame oil, so he could only unscrew the lice oil that the old lady used to wipe her hair and wipe her hands.

turned around and climbed on the kang and continued to make Song Poria's cloak.

Pepper base.

Qian Peiying was not as idle as Zhu thought, and pushed out all the work.

She was sitting by the wall of fire, clumsily clicking on the clothes for her daughter to wear tomorrow, the neckline and cuffs, and the sewing wool.

The fur is fox fur.

She removed it from the cashmere coat in the space.

In fact, one of her ancient clothes was hairy, and she took it all the way when she fled the famine, and she originally wanted to dismantle it, but it was Song Fusheng who persuaded her and said to leave a souvenir.

It was bought by the old man Qian in ancient times.

I bought a lot of it, and before I escaped the famine, I brought out such a piece and kept it.

That's it, it's the cashmere coat collar in the space that is removed.

didn't want to harm the mink, otherwise her family would have mink fur.

Her daughters can wear clothes with mink fur to see the little general and his third sister, and they can wear her three golds, earrings, necklaces, big gold bracelets, not to mention three golds, anklets, diamond rings, that are all there.

But, it's still the same sentence, what is our identity? Not right now.

Okay, let's deal with the fox fur first.

As far as fox fur is concerned, Song Lingling advises, don't fix that useless, can you be a high-end person if you wear that? No.

There is much more class here than in modern times, and people have to look at their father.

got her father, first she was a high-end person, and then even if she dressed as a begging for food, people could boast that it was fashionable.

Her father is now a chili pepper grower, just?

Song Fusheng glared, "Are you disgusting me?" ”

"No, no."

"If not, don't talk about those useless ones, come, learn from me. At the very least, there should be a minimum number of courtesies. Dressing well and giving people rules and salutes are all respectful to people. ”

Song Fuling nodded, okay, you must learn seriously, you can teach it.

I just saw Song Fusheng pinching his rough fingers, stirring his hands together and putting them at his side, then squatted down and said, "Peasant girl Song Fuling, please be a young grandmother." ”

"Poof."

"Hahahahaha."

The two of them laughed so much that tears came out of their eyes, and they laughed at each other.

I asked you to teach, but I didn't let you pinch your throat to speak.

Song Fusheng looked at the two women who were smiling like two fools, and he was tired.

I really can't get on fire with them.

I don't have any memory at all, so I teach him a little bit after I finish it, and I always laugh at him.