The idea of preparing to buy a porridge stall took shape in Hemai's head, and when Hemai told Rokuro about his idea, Rokuro couldn't help but clap his hands in agreement, "Porridge stall? That's a great idea! ”

There was hardly anyone who had drunk the porridge cooked by Hemai who did not praise her craftsmanship. And there is no one who has drunk the porridge of the wheat that he does not remember.

Maybe when it comes to cooking next to the meal, Hemai is not as good as the chef of the restaurant. But when making porridge, Rokuro is full of confidence in Hemai.

"However, porridge is hot and cold, and there are also flavors. Now that the autumn tigers have passed, this cold porridge is unacceptable. But if you make hot porridge, it is difficult to preserve, and it is a little troublesome to carry it over. "Wheat Road.

Rokuro pondered for a moment and said, "Actually, it's easy to do." The locust wood I brought back two days ago still has a lot of material left, just enough to make two barrels. I'll make you four small barrels first, let's try it first, and if there are many customers, I'll make you a few more big barrels! ”

"Good!" He Mai nodded seriously, "Is there enough material to make a few spoonfuls?" ”

"Enough, I'll do it all at once!" Rokuro agreed neatly.

The locust wood that Rokuro brought back was a new locust wood, which was different from those old trees, and this wood still had a faint fragrance.

He was going to make a big bath for Hemai, but who knew that there was still so much material left. This piece of wood is suitable for the utensils in the stove, and Rokuro's craftsmanship is very exquisite, and it is much stronger and more beautiful than the wooden barrels bought at the grocery store outside.

Rokuro made a rough estimate, the current plan of the two of them has just taken shape, if they have to wait until the equipment is ready, the seat is set, and then go to sign all the formalities, how can it be two or three months later.

At that time, it was already in the depths of winter, and it was difficult to walk an inch on the road in the cold winter, let alone bring a few porridge buckets on the road.

Therefore, he discussed with He Mai, and when the spring of the next year comes, when the ice and snow melt, and everything recovers, he will set up this porridge stall, and when the time comes, it will be convenient to travel home, right?

He Mai was very talkative, and he agreed.

She also felt that what Rokuro said was indeed a problem.

It is difficult to walk in cold weather, not to mention that they are still fledgling "apprentices", and they have little knowledge of the precautions and tricks of stalls.

If you want to do it, you have to do it well, step by step, and walk down-to-earth, so that you can avoid detours!

Therefore, the two of them quietly began some preparations and utensils before leaving the porridge stall, not in a hurry, not in a panic, not dry.

In the late autumn footsteps are about to stop, and this year is about to enter the early winter, another thing happened in Xiaoqing Village that everyone talks about.

Zhao and Fang Bitian fought.

The fight didn't count, and both of them scolded Lin Changxi.

Nearly two months have passed since Zhao fell into the river and was soaked for a day and a night, and after this mother-in-law endured the pain like cutting flesh and bought gold sore medicine from Xu Jiang of the "black-hearted Langzhong", the layer of skin on her body really recovered without a single scar, and the injury healed quickly.

And when the Zhao family got better, the first thing they did was to seek revenge.

Lin Changxi hasn't been home for a while, and the Zhao family is being taken care of by his mother's family.

Yes, Fang Bitian didn't expect the Zhao family to get good so quickly, and they were able to gather a large group of mother's family members and come to her house to "take revenge".

Zhao asked his mother's family to surround the front and back doors of Fang Bitian's house, and he angrily knocked on the door of her house.

On the day she came, Fang Bitian had just sent her son Changxin away in the morning, and she had just come back sleepily preparing to go back to sleep, but who knew that she could be blocked at home, and after seeing that it was Zhao with a group of people, she was a little panicked.

However, Fang Bitian is the mother-in-law who has been in Xiaoqing Village for many years. She can chew the root of her tongue in Xiaoqing Village for so many years but has not been beaten, so she is also somewhat capable.

Seeing that the people led by the Zhao family were about to kick open the door of her house and rush in, Fang Bitian gritted her teeth and went to the roof.

Zhao entered the house and searched, but he didn't see anyone, and just as he was about to smash it, he saw Fang Bitian shouting on the roof.

"Zhao Xiu'e, don't give the bridge of your face and nose! You also ran to my house to smash things, don't you pay for smashing my things? Do you think you have a mother's family? Let me tell you Zhao Xiu'e, I not only have my mother's family, but I also have my mother-in-law's family! ”

"Whew! You're a rotten thing, not only can you drill a man's crotch, but you can also climb the house, right? Zhao's face was fierce, one hand crossed his waist and the other pointed at Fang Bitian on the roof, "Do you have a mother-in-law?" Does your mother-in-law know that you drill the crotch of the old man one by one? You've drilled all the men in Xiaoqing Village, right? Where are you all doing that? Wild land or grassy forest? Tell us about it, where do you like to steal men? ”

"Zhao Xiu'e, don't gloat over there, yes, I did that with your old man, what's the matter? Who made you feel like a dead fish in bed? If you pee on yourself again, your face is yellow and sticky and disgusting, which man doesn't feel sick to your stomach when he sees you? ”

"You old still have the face to talk about me? Your house is almost a cave! I really don't know why your son opened his mouth to call your mother, there is such a prostitute, I don't think he's a good thing, and he's still studying, I'm bah! ”

Swearing is not as good as people's children, this is an unwritten rule for thousands of years, but now it has been broken by the Zhao family.

Fang Bitian was also unable to show weakness, and started an unclean attack around Lin Hemiao, and the insulting sound made people blush and sigh when they heard it.

The two children didn't make any mistakes, but they were born in the wrong place and became their children, so they could only suffer from this kind of "flying talk".

The two mothers-in-law who were carried away by anger attacked each other with a word at my glance, and the outside of Fang Bitian's house was already full of villagers who came to see the excitement.

The Zhao family usually scolds and bullies people and is afraid of the hard, and Fang Bitian is a master who is not in harmony with her, and the two have never confronted each other.

And this time, Zhao's oral skills never prevailed again, and after a few rounds of tied, I only heard Zhao yell, "You slut with rotten eyes and rotten intestines, stealing my man doesn't count, and you also scold my daughter, Dafu, go up and drag her down for me, and Dayong throws stones at her to death!" ”

Dafu Dayong is a pair of nephews of her mother's family, and he is eighteen or nineteen years old this year, which is the age of aggressiveness and bravery.

If Fang Cai hadn't seen that Fang Bitian was a woman, I am afraid that she would have climbed on the roof and dragged her down.

At this time, Zhao also opened his mouth, and the two half-sized young men went to find a basket to go to the roof, and the other went to pick up half-sized stones.

Zhao was not idle, while scolding Fang Bitian and not admitting defeat, he went to the yard to pick up stones.

The family she brought with her are all men, and there are already two young men who are going to do it at this time, and the rest of them can't go forward anymore even if they hate Fang Bitian in their hearts.