CHAPTER XLVII

"Mother, I miss you" After the words were finished, Zhang Manchu choked up and spoke. [No pop-ups. Then, Lin Baozhu heard a sobbing sound that was not obvious. The whimpering seemed to have been suppressed for many years, and he had never dared to touch or face it in his heart, but now his heart was opened.

There are grievances, sadness, and unspeakable bitterness and pain that outsiders can't understand

Seeing that man rarely looked lonely, Lin Baozhu couldn't help but think of his relatives in his previous life, and he didn't know what would happen if the master and his father found out that she had an accident. I don't know if the brothers and sisters have comforted them or accompanied them.

Once the mouth of the memory is torn open, the hopes and thoughts pressed in her heart are like a flood that has burst the floodgates, no matter how comfortable she lives here, she can't forget her relatives. Every night quiet, she will dream of the past, as if in a fog, she can only hear the earnest and loving call of her parents, but every time she thinks about it, she will wake up from the dream. When I think about it again, I will only burst into tears.

Zhang Manchu saw that his daughter-in-law's tears fell down without listening, and his heart became more and more distressed. The daughter-in-law fled here, and it seemed that she had said a few words about her life experience earlier, but he didn't know the specifics. It must be miserable to think about, otherwise why wouldn't she have mentioned her family and friends for so many days?

Thinking of this, he looked at his daughter-in-law's eyes more and more softly, and even the always cold eyebrows carried some pity and love. No matter what kind of unsatisfactory life his daughter-in-law once had, now that he is married to him, he must shelter her from the wind and rain and support the sky.

The two of them have their own agendas, and now is not the time to worship, so there are few people nearby, so it is naturally deserted. Fortunately, the two of them don't have so many taboos, and they don't feel that there is anything bad about coming to the grave during the Midyear Festival. So Lin Baozhu kowtowed directly and said in a low voice: "Mother, I am Manho's daughter-in-law Baozhu, don't worry, Manho is a capable person is a good one, since I marry him, I will definitely manage my life with him."

Seeing his daughter-in-law's solemn appearance, Zhang Manchu was indescribably moved. Who would have thought that a bowl of rice soup would save such a good daughter-in-law? Although he used two taels of silver to marry a relative, outsiders don't know that he knows very well, and those things he purchased are not used by them now?

In the end, Lin Baozhu and Zhang Manchu helped the Wang family repair the grave and pull out the weeds, until it was getting dark, and the two held hands and went home. This is also the first time that Zhang Manho has taken such an initiative, and he has never let go of his hand even when he meets someone on the road. It made Lin Baozhu blush, especially when he saw the funny eyes of the villagers, he was even more ashamed.

When he returned home, Zhang Man hoarded hot water and asked his daughter-in-law to wash her hands and face, and hurriedly wiped her face. The two of them got together to talk, but in fact, Lin Baozhu was a little embarrassed at this time.

At that time, she saw that Zhang Manchu was crazy, and she wanted to strangle Zhang Laohan, she was really afraid. In fact, she is not afraid of being poor in her family, nor is she afraid of crossing into such a feudal and isolated small mountain village, she is only afraid of accidents with the people close to her. In her opinion, everything can be solved, but if there are no people, there is no hope.

She doesn't understand the laws of this era, and she doesn't know how the official family will deal with the entanglement between Zhang Manchu and Zhang Laohan if it causes a fatal matter. But as long as she thinks that her man may be imprisoned, beheaded, and sentenced to be beheaded like those on TV, she feels her heart tremble.

Thinking that it was time for her snot and tears to flow, and she even had to open her mouth to bite her master's arm, she felt very embarrassed. How did you lose such a big ugliness, even if you think about your toes, you can know that you have no image at that time.

She peeked at the man who was still washing the cloth towel, pursed her lips, and brushed her hair and clothes a little crampedly. But when he didn't want to look up again, he saw a big rough hand hand handing over a cloth towel that was still radiating heat.

"Wipe your eyes again, or your eyes will be swollen in the future." Zhang Manchu looked serious and even expressionless, but looking at it closely, Lin Baozhu could easily see his embarrassment and deliberately slowed down tone.

She pouted with satisfaction, and said in her heart that this man is quite good, looking at the thick branches and leaves, it is really a must-have for home travel. Even she didn't care about the reddened eyes that were crying, but he remembered them, and specially washed a cloth towel for herself.

Anyway, no matter what she thinks, she is still very happy when she wipes her eyes with a hot cloth towel at this time. Probably this is fate? It is said that Zhang Manchu is a well-known evil man, but he didn't want to marry only to find out that he is a capable and family-caring man. What's more, this man doesn't ** and won't look down on women.

Seeing his daughter-in-law covering her eyes and sighing comfortably, Zhang Manchu was relieved. He has no experience of eye pain, but he has seen a brother fight with his daughter-in-law back then, and the brother's daughter-in-law cried and swollen her eyes, and then fell into the root of the disease, which often hurts and hurts. It was also because of that memory that he wanted to let his daughter-in-law compress her eyes, but her daughter-in-law didn't follow her to enjoy the blessings first, and she cried with herself.

"Daughter-in-law, then you can rest for a while, I'll go fetch some water, and then dig out the chicken and duck nests."

Speaking of digging out the chicken nest and the duck nest, Lin Baozhu couldn't help but be bright, in fact, she was thinking about herself earlier. After all, if you have chickens and ducks, there are chicken feces and duck feces in that nest, which is unpleasant and difficult to clean. Especially now that summer is approaching, if there is a lot of rain, it may wash all over the yard. But she tried it twice, and she couldn't help the taste.

Xu complained to his man that time, but he didn't want him to take it to heart. In short, no matter how Zhang Manchu remembered to help her clean up the chicken coop, Lin Baozhu was very satisfied at this time.

When Zhang Manchu filled the water tank, it was almost noon, and seeing that the sun was good outside, Lin Baozhu simply picked up the mattresses of the two of them and dried them. Then he pondered what to do with drying the bracken.

Speaking of which, Lin Baozhu's craftsmanship is good, and now the work on the stove is difficult for her. Seeing that the water in the iron pot was boiling, she put handfuls of freshly washed bracken into it and blanched it. Because fresh bracken has a bitter taste and smells when preserved, she let it boil back and forth in boiling water for a while before drying it. Seeing that it was almost over, I quickly fished out all the bracken.

When the bracken came out of the pot, she hurriedly took a shower with the cold water she had just fetched. Seeing that the bracken, which was still steaming hot a moment ago, was completely cold, Lin Baozhu scooped it up and drained it. And while she was draining, she went to the east house to get bamboo foil and wood curtains, and knocked the dust on them, so that the bracken stall was opened on it.

Get that done, and the rest will be left to the sun. If this is dry, it will be a rare item to be sold out after the season.

It's also strange to say, most of the big guys know dried vegetables and dried melons, but no one has dried this wild vegetable. Probably because this thing is all over the mountains, so everyone is used to ignoring it. Or maybe this thing is too cheap to sell at a price, and it's not worth the big guy's Fei Chai He. But that's why Lin Baozhu, an outsider, was cheaper.

Anyway, now she is holding a small bench and talking to her man, while she begins to dispose of the pig bones she just bought today and the pile of pigs sent by the boss into the water.

Zhang Manchu did this work, the beads of sweat on his forehead crackled down because of the heat, and every once in a while he had to stop and wipe his sweat lest the beads of sweat enter his eyes and hurt.

"While I'm at home, I'll buy some seeds in two days and order an early bud of rice." Zhang Man finished shoveling the manure in the chicken coop, and then poured the small dung pile into the back basket, intending to turn around and carry it into the mountains to the central land.

"Okay," Lin Baozhu looked at the sun in the sky in the shade, Rao also felt a little hot like this, but she was sweating for a while. sighed silently in my heart, not to mention the air conditioning fan, even if I can wear short-sleeved shorts, it's good. It's a pity that if you dare to show your arms these days, outsiders can say that you are immoral.

Thinking of the spittle stars outside that could drown people, Lin Baozhu could only shake his head helplessly, sure enough, no matter how good it is, it is not as good as modern times.

She put the washed bones in a pot and boiled them, and washed some home-grown cabbage. Only then did the pigs begin to be disposed of, and most of the dirt had already been rinsed when the butchers slaughtered the pork. Now she just uses some salt and vinegar to get rid of the fishy smell and peculiar smell.

In fact, her favorite way to eat pig water is boiled, but it is a pity that the seasoning at home is not complete now, not to mention those cloves, tangerine peel, grass fruit, cumin, kaemp, white blue, cinnamon and other boiled spices. It's just that the fresh ginger and garlic used in the usual pot are not prepared at home.

Stuffing a match into the small stove, Lin Baozhu sighed, sooner or later, all those spices will be purchased. If she could, she would love to buy a bunch of thirteen spices and other seasonings, but unfortunately it was unrealistic. It's not that she didn't want to develop it herself, but she only used it for convenience at the beginning, so she would have thought of seeing what the ingredients of the thirteen incense were and how to make them homemade.

Thinking about the mess in his heart, he just processed the pickled pig into the water, and put her into a pot of chili oil and burned it. said that it was the chili oil, and it was also because of the soybean paste sent by Aunt Ma, so she mixed it with the fragrance of the hot pot base. When cooked like this, it is spicy and fragrant.