Su Jinluan thanked him, smiled apologetically at the villagers who came closer, and closed the courtyard door.

Hearing Aunt Zhang's words of justification for her at the next door, Su Jinluan smiled bitterly, don't think about taking off the name of this magic stick for the time being.

"Miss, the flour has been exchanged, and a pound of polished rice has been exchanged for a pound of white flour, and Wu's second family can be regarded as cheap."

When she came to the kitchen, Fangcao said with a painful face.

"Our family has suffered a loss? Then why did you change it to his house? ”

Su Jinluan stuffed the dates to Fangcao and asked incomprehensibly.

"This date belongs to Aunt Zhang's family next door, right? It's so sweet. I also changed a few with her last time, but this time it is rare to see her generous. ”

Fangcao arranged while eating dates, and explained vaguely:

"Wu's second mother-in-law didn't sit well in confinement, the milk was not enough, she boiled rice soup every day to feed the dolls, and exchanged rice with people all over the village, and almost every family begged for it."

"I thought about who to exchange with, so I went to his house. Not to mention, his doll looks really good, like his father. ”

"Boy?" Su Jinluan asked casually.

"Uh-huh, big fat boy."

Fangcao nibbled on another dried jujube and nodded with a smile.

"Don't tell Madame about these things."

Su Jinluan's heart moved, first reminded him, and then inquired sideways.

"My father likes his son so much, why didn't he ask my mother to give me another brother? It's okay to have multiple sisters, and they will be filial to him in the future. ”

The ancients paid attention to having many children and blessings, and if they can give birth, they must be born.

Su Jinluan estimated that it was probably the old lady's body that had a problem, otherwise she would not have continued to fight for her son. When she asked this, she just wanted to go around the bend to inquire about the events of the year.

Fangcao looked at the kitchen door with a weak heart, her voice lowered, and her chubby face was full of relief.

"Miss is really sensible, and she knows that she has reminded me."

"It's not that Madame doesn't want to have a son, but she can't. I heard Xiangye say that Mrs. injured her body when she gave birth to Miss, and she was raised in other places for a year, and the master brought you two back. ”

Su Jinluan commanded the herbs and noodles, dug up a big spoonful of yellow sauce and mixed it with water and stirred it slowly, and asked casually:

"Am I stupid?"

"Yes." Yerba Cao replied uncertainly, skillfully and noodles.

"I hadn't come to our house to do anything at that time, and I didn't know a lot of things. However, I heard that the young lady is not good at beating her small body bones, like a medicine jar, three meals a day cannot do without medicine, and it costs a lot of money every year. ”

Su Jinluan always felt that something was wrong, and he couldn't say it, so he didn't ask too much, and when he saw that she was reconciled, he told him to put it aside and wake up first, and then chop the meat filling.

"It's enough to chop half a bowl, my father and mother are sick, so they have to eat lighter. I'll go out and see how they're doing. ”

Fangcao agreed, picked up the kitchen knife and chopped it up, which complemented the sound of the courtyard outside pounding wood pulp, which was quite rock.

"I want a life that blooms, like flying in the sky!"

Su Jinluan hummed quietly to the rhythm, ran to the yard briskly, and watched Huzi and Sanzhuang alternate pestles at once, doing a hot job.

"It doesn't smell too bad."

Su Jinluan sniffled and looked at the big iron pot in the yard nearby.

The bottom of the pot is boiling vigorously, and the raw materials in the pot are boiling with lime, gurgling and bubbling, the water quality is turbid, and impurities are stirring up from time to time.

"Cook more, save energy."

Su Jinluan instructed that he did not raise the temperature to disinfect this stubble.

"Miss, don't worry, this job is not difficult to do, just leave it to the two of us. The straw shavings are so rotten, it's almost enough to boil for an hour. ”

Huzi replied angrily, looking hesitant.

"We tried to beat the wood pulp, it was quite thin, can this wood pulp really make paper? I'm afraid that it is not strong, and I can't write. ”

Su Jinluan touched his nose uncomfortably in the face of doubts, but still chose to tell the truth.

"I also try to make something simple to get started first, make it and then look at it, if you can't write, you can also put the toilet as straw paper."

Huzi and Sanzhuang saw that Miss was reasonable, and they didn't think that one came out was another, so they had to force them to make good paper, and they also settled down and smiled with yellowish teeth.

"Then let's try it first. The sieve was also washed, and when the wood pulp was ready, we asked the lady to teach us how to make paper. ”

Su Jinluan smiled and nodded:

"Okay."

She's really not demanding, and she can't keep improving.

In order to make a decent toilet paper, you have to solve the problem of softener.

She vaguely remembered that she could add talcum powder, but she couldn't take care of it in a hurry, so she had to deal with emergencies.

"Miss, what are you so stubborn? Madame is noisy and has a headache, stop it! ”

Xiangye ran over and stopped him unceremoniously.

Su Jinluan waved his hand and motioned to the two of them to stop messing with it and look at the pot first.

"Mother is okay, right? Did you boil the medicine that Dr. Wang grabbed there? ”

Xiangye pursed her lips angrily, pulled her aside, and avoided someone a little and said:

"Since Miss is not stupid, let's understand something. There is such a big thing in the family, the money has been stolen, and it can no longer be spent lavishly. ”

"Miss has the spirit to mess around here, it's better to draw two runes for the old lady to drink, what kind of medicine do you catch, it's a waste of money."

Su Jinluan brushed her hand away and stared coldly at this girl who didn't give her half respect.

"Presumptuous."

Xiangye's expression was awe-inspiring, and when she met her eyes that seemed to be able to see through people's hearts, her heart tightened, and she said with a forced smile:

"Look at what the young lady said, I am here to pass on the words of the lady. The young lady doesn't like to listen to it, so she told Madame to be angry with me. ”

her mother?

I really think I'm a character.

Su Jinluan sneered in his heart, he was forced to take this opportunity to stand up.

She swept Xiangye's whole body inch by inch, imitating Yuan Qianhu's train of thought and analyzing.

Xiangye is not fat, thin, ugly, or handsome, her hair is combed bare, she has a plain silver hairpin in her moderation, a pair of silver cloves on her ears, and a silver bracelet on her wrist;

The clothes on his body were new, the pulp was clean, the cuffs and skirts were trimmed, the shoes were embroidered with bluegrass, and he was holding a plain sweat towel in his hand.

Su Jinluan squinted, feeling discordant and familiar.

A girl like Xiangye who is scathing and mean and fake tiger must try to cater to her master's preferences in her dress.

And the aesthetics of the old lady Zhao Yuzhi is obviously a red and green local rich style.

Even the scumbag who is not old at heart is dressed up like an old man who is a rich man in the countryside; The grass is also bright blue and green.

Why is the henchman Xiangye, the most relied on by the lady in charge, dressed up so plainly?

The only low-key in the high-profile is even more high-key.

With Xiangye's heart, she would not make such a low-level mistake, unless she did it on purpose.

Since it is not catering to the aesthetics of the old lady, there is only one answer left, scumbag father.

Su Jinluan immediately conspiracy theorized.

The scumbag is not made in a day, and the scumbag must have been dishonest a long time ago before he planted this follow-up.

Rabbits don't eat grass at the edge of the nest? Inexistent!

"Xiangye, the sweat towel in your sleeve, is it embroidered? My father taught you to recognize those words, have you ever gone back and taught my mother again? Aren't you the most faithful? ”