Wen Jin took hay and put it on the bottom of a big basket, and then put two layers of duck eggs on it, she looked at it, and put a few more in the middle, looked at the basket was very full, smiled proudly, and then poured out the seeds and grains sent by Wang Han, first filled half a bag of grain, added a few dustpans of rice on it, tied the pockets tightly, and Wen Han carried them to the donkey cart, and the two drove the donkey to Linjin Town.

Wen Jin deliberately entered the town from the east, crossed the streets, and greeted people when he met them, so he said that he was sending things to Qian Kuan to build a house.

Seeing this scene, some people couldn't help but mutter: "Look at these two good nephews, the money strings are still not satisfied all day long." ”

"yes." Wen Jin immediately picked up, "The second uncle is also fateful, my family is divided, there were originally ten acres of girl's land, my aunt was stunned to save the uncle, my second uncle sent this and that, she was not satisfied." ”

Wen Han blushed, bowed his head and didn't say a word, letting Wen Jin be like a little horn all the way, complaining when he saw people.

There is no shortage of long-tongued women in the town, and some people can't see other people's lives better, Jiao's these days, he is so arrogant that he doesn't know how high the sky is, and he shows off that a man is going to be an official, and there are more women who are envious, jealous and hateful behind them, and they are so easy to meet the opportunity, why don't they hurry over and step on it, so they can have some evil anger.

Of course, you have to put it another way, for example, Song Laosi's brother and daughter-in-law came to the Qian family's big house: "His sister-in-law Qian, your nephew has sent something to my sister-in-law." ”

Jiao Shi wondered: "How do you know?" ”

"Oh, I just passed from the street, what a big basket of duck eggs, and a bag of rice, tsk, I heard that your family is separated, and there is a girl field? Then the second room of your house is really benevolent. ”

Jiao's face suddenly darkened, the second room moved away, and others could think with their toes that the girl's field was planted in a big house, and the money was strung to build a house, if there was no food and oil, people would definitely accuse her behind her back.

Those people, not only the fourth brother and daughter-in-law of Song Lao went to the big house to talk coolly, but also followed Wen Jin to watch the excitement, they were so blushing at the basket of duck eggs, and also blushing at the bag of rice, Wen Jin also deliberately opened the bag and let the money string to see: "Auntie, I have sold all the rice this year, this is still borrowed from Uncle Wang Han, the chief of the house, Uncle Wang is also a happy person, and he sent such a big bag without saying a word." ”

"Tsk, look at what people do with this favor, they are all so face-giving." Some people who watch the excitement are envious.

"You don't know, this Qian family's second room, I don't know how to learn to plant rice, this year, many families in Shanwo have been wiped out, people help raise seedlings, and promise to harvest rice and then return the seeds, people in Shanwo Village, which one doesn't look down on the second room of the Qian family? When I heard that there was a positive area, I planted more than 20 acres and harvested tens of thousands of catties of rice. ”

"Tut, if it's me, don't say borrow, even if you give a bag to the second room of the Qian family, I'm also happy to do it."

Wen Jin turned his head and smiled at a bunch of women chattering: "Uncle Wang just wants to give it to me, I have to say that I borrowed it, whose food is not dried by beads of sweat?" How can I have the face to take other people's things for nothing? ”

Qian Chuanchuan is commanding the man, and Wen Han carried the rice into the house, listening to Wen Jin's words, I felt particularly harsh, co-authored, is she faceless?

The women who talked to Wen Jin, few of them were good people, and they couldn't wait to pick out some faults and jokes, but Wen Jin's naked slap in the face immediately made them feel happy, giggling and laughing, and echoed: "Isn't it, who is so thick-skinned and takes other people's things for nothing?" ”

Wen Han came out of the house, bowed his head and blushed, and said goodbye: "Auntie, Wen Jin and I have something to do in the afternoon, so I can't help you demolish the house." ”

"They're so small, you can't expect to do the work for you, do you?" Some people took the opportunity to pickle money skewers.

"How can I let them work? Go back, go back. "Qian String of Hates can't quickly drive people away and settle down cleanly.

"My father, my father can't come, let me and Wen Jin help." Wen Han said it was even more difficult.

"What is your dad doing?"

"My uncle has something to ask him. This year, my family repaired the duck house and pigsty, and my uncle helped from beginning to end, for more than 40 days, and now he has something, my father can't not go, aunt, I'm really sorry. ”

Wen Jin hurriedly answered: "Auntie, don't blame the second uncle, there is something in my family, and my uncle doesn't even see a shadow......"

Qian String of Hates couldn't stop Wen Jin's mouth, and said in his heart, if you don't speak, no one will treat you as a dumb person.

If the second brother doesn't come, she won't be able to ask for anything anymore, these two little guys, they can't come again, it's shameful enough today.

Wen Jin and Wen Han left, and the lively crowd dispersed, and the house was demolished in the afternoon, and Qian Chuanchuan hurriedly scooped out two large bowls of white rice, steamed them into the pot, and took advantage of the fact that there were no outsiders at lunch, her family first enjoyed it and ate a meal of white rice.

The autumn is high and cool, coupled with the fact that Linjin Town is close to the mountain, the air is refreshing, and the smell of rice from the Yang family is diffused everywhere, Qian Wencai can't help but drool, and Qian Wenqian only feels that the gluttony scratches her heart, and both of them have already heard about Qian Wenjin sending rice to her aunt, so they ran over together.

As soon as the money skewers were boiling, I heard the squeak of the chaimen, and the niece and nephew came: "Auntie, what is good to eat?" ”

She hated it so much, she shouldn't have listened to her sister-in-law and eldest brother, moved to Linjin Town, and her every move was monitored, and her life was really boring.

Qian Wenqian is a married girl, according to customs, she can be regarded as an adult, and she even eats and drinks with Wen Yan and Wen Cai, and Qian Chuanchuan is very disdainful in her heart.

She didn't think it was strange, why did this niece look like she was born?

Eating dinner, looking at the empty pot, touching the stomach that is still a little underserved, the money string is very unhappy, the big house often closes the door and eats well, and he is also stained with the light of the second brother, eats white rice, and the sister-in-law also sent three children to eat, which is also too much.

However, what surprised her was yet to come. As soon as Qian Wenqian put the bowl down, she wiped her mouth, smacked her lips unsatisfied, and the words she said made Qian Chuanchuan stunned: "Auntie, you don't want to think about it, but my mother got this big white rice for you?" Why do you have to be filial to your grandmother? ”

"Didn't Wen Jin send it to your family just now?"

"Just like that, how can I compare it to you? Three or four pounds, you have here, but it's a big bag. ”

Qian Chuanchuan was helpless, so he had to scoop two large bowls and let Qian Wenqian take them away.

In the evening, Qian Skewers boiled a pot of porridge thickly, and only made a plate of pickles to entertain the workers who demolished the house, although everyone thought she was lazy, but for the sake of the fragrant white rice porridge, no one cared. The next morning, people began to dig the foundation, which was heavier and more crowded, and the money skewers were still a big pot of thick white rice porridge and a plate of pickles.