When Song Ying arrived home, the uncles who were working had not stopped working.

It is said that there is a lot of strength in numbers, the foundation of the new house is almost laid, and Wang Caihua is cooking with three women.

"Ah Ma is back?" The women greeted Song Ying when they saw her.

Song Ying finished calling people sweetly, so he rolled up his sleeves to help, and the eldest daughter-in-law, Li Zaohua, had a loud voice and a straightforward temperament, "Ah Ying, you go and do your business, let's just cook with your mother." Listen to your mother, you have to make clever fruits every day, don't delay. ”

The pots at home were all cooking, and Song Ying made a clever fruit, and there was no pot cooking, she smiled and said, "Auntie, that one is not busy cooking." ”

July 7 is over, and it has just rained heavily, Qiaoguo is not so easy to sell, today is that Zhao Mingqing does not let people make trouble, and it is difficult to sell all the fifty Qiaoguo.

Thinking of Zhao Mingqing, Song Ying asked: "Auntie, have you heard of a person named Zhao Mingqing?" ”

"Familiar, this name is on my lips, but I can't remember whose family he belongs to." Li Zaohua wiped her hands on the apron and said.

Song Ying's aunt Chuncao came over, she had a good memory, "Hey, Zaohua, why did you forget, Zhao Mingqing is not Song Zhiyou's quasi-son-in-law!" ”

"Song Zhiyou?" For some people who don't meet much, Song Ying still can't be on the right spot for a while.

"It's Song Xinghuang's father." Li Zaohua said in a loud voice.

Song Ying remembered that time she and Song Xinghuang went to the town in an honest uncle's donkey cart together, she said that her in-law's family opened a wine shop in the town, and also mentioned a man, it seems to be this Zhao Mingqing.

No wonder he didn't know Zhao Mingqing, but he suddenly asked people to trouble him, it turned out to be for Song Xinghuang, but ...... Wrong!

Song Xinghuang is Zhao Mingqing's daughter-in-law who has not passed the door, but that man is called Zhao Mingqing's brother-in-law, is it ...... Could it be that Zhao Ming married a wife early in the morning?!

Song Ying didn't think about it anymore, and went over to help light the fire, Wang Caihua came over to light the fire instead of her, "Ah Ying, you go to your grandmother's house to make Qiaoguo, and after you finish it, you will ask your grandmother to eat together." I'm too busy today, and my mother didn't have time to make a coincidence. ”

Song Ying saw that there was really nothing she needed her help with, so she came to the nursery's house.

Sun Baogu was harvesting the dried wormwood, so that he could soak his feet in the winter, Song Ying came over to help pack the wormwood, and followed to the house: "Milk, my pot is occupied, I will come to your house to brand some Qiaoguo, and sell it in the town tomorrow." ”

"Use it, the white noodles are there." Sun Baogu went over and opened the noodle jar.

Song Ying carried the pocket in his hand, "Milk, I brought the white noodles." ”

"Take it back, or you will borrow someone else's pot for it!" Sun Baogu said domineeringly, which means that without her white noodles, Song Ying is not allowed to make Qiaoguo in her house.

Song Ying can only be respectful and obedient, not only using the white flour of the dairy family, but also using eggs and sugar.

Sun Baogu looked at it, and his heart was relieved.

That's right, the granddaughter should use more of her things, even if this white flour is used too little, Sun Baogu frowned, "Ah Ming, are you still with your milk?" ”

"Milk, I don't have it." Song Ying was very puzzled, she used all milk things, and she didn't use her own family at all, so why did the milk still say that she was a foreigner.

"Then why only use such a little white flour?" Sun Baogu asked angrily.

Song Ying hurriedly explained: "Milk, it's after the seventh day of July, and there are fewer people who buy Qiaoguo, so I can't sell it if I do too much." ”

Song Ying only made thirty-five Qiaoguo, which was incomparable with when he made two hundred.

"Then you should hurry up and make something else to sell, and I can tell you, you don't want to learn from your father's stubbornness. This business, you think you're going to hit the south wall, you have to turn back quickly. ”

Song Ying didn't treat her grandmother as an outsider, and said that when the house was built, she was going to combine Qiaoguo with moon cakes to make Qiaoguo with stuffing and sell.

"I don't understand this milk, if you want to do it, you can do it boldly, if you can't succeed, you have to try it yourself, it's better than listening to others say it works. If no one buys it, it's a big deal to eat it yourself. "Sun Baogu likes to eat the flowers and dumplings made by Song Ying.

Branded a good coincidence, Song Ying and Sun Baogu returned to their home, the meal was ready, one table for men, one table for women, each table had four dishes, a pot of chicken and a pot of salted meat stewed tofu were the protagonists.

Li Zaohua kept looking at Song Ying, Song Ying's face was a little burned, and she simply asked, "Auntie, did I eat the food on my face?" ”

"It's not. Ah Ma, my aunt just thinks you've changed, Chuncao, have you seen it? Li Zaohua can't say that Song Ying has changed, she knows that Song Ying is still the same as before, but it feels different.

When the people at the two tables heard Li Zaohua say this, they all looked at Song Ying, and they all said that Song Ying had changed.

Song Ying chuckled in her heart, could it be that she was too different from the original owner and aroused suspicion?

"Hey, isn't this obvious, Ah Ma has grown meat, not like before, a gust of wind will blow down." A swarthy and honest man said that he was Song Ying's uncle Wang Tianlai.

"That's right, Ah Ma just grows meat, and people become more beautiful. In fact, Ah Ma has been a beautiful embryo since she was a child, and she used to be too thin and looked dry. Song Ying's aunt Chuncao looked at Song Ying lovingly and said.

Song Ying looked at her wrist, as if it would break with a fine pinch like she had just crossed over, but with her thumb and index finger to ring it.

"I'm growing meat, and when I get fat in the fall, I can be fatter." Song Ying said with a smile, she is still a little thin now, she needs to be fatter, Song Ying doesn't want to be a thin bamboo pole.

"Ah Ma, it's better to be fat, uncle will catch two chickens for you tomorrow to make up for it." Wang Tianlai's voice was as loud as the sound of a gong.

After eating, my aunt Chuncao stayed behind to help Song Ying and Wang Caihua clean up, and said about the chickens, "Cauliflower, I will bring two chickens tomorrow, you must accept them." ”

"Sister-in-law, no, I have chickens at home." Wang Caihua is a little weak-hearted, after all, she only has two hens at home.

Chuncao made a straight face, "Cauliflower, what are you polite to me!" Your two chickens are laying eggs, it's a pity to kill them, my two are old hens, they don't lay eggs for a long time, just take them to your house to stew, and my family also saves firewood. Don't argue with me, it's decided, we don't talk to each other as a family. ”

"Sister-in-law, that ...... You take this bowl of meat and give them a few small ones to eat. Wang Caihua couldn't refuse, so she came out with a bowl full of meat and let Chuncao take it home.

Chuncao has three sons, the eldest is called soybean meal, and the two younger are twins, named soybeans and mung beans.