Chapter 81: This will remind me that it is the child and her milk

Baozhu was afraid that Jiang Qiuniang would sell all her wild boar, so she immediately stepped forward and pulled a pig's thigh and didn't let go.

"Okay, eat meat every day."

Jiang Qiuniang couldn't cry or laugh.

"In this way, keep half a fan, and the rest depends on whether the uncles and aunts in the village want it, so let's sell it at a price cheaper than the town."

Jiang Qiuniang touched Baozhu's little head and coaxed softly: "Baoya rest assured, leave half of it, smoke it all, and make soup for Baoya every day." ”

The smoked pork ribs, coupled with the soup boiled with radish, are milky and milky, and the appetite is greatly boosted just by looking at it.

Make some sausages and bacon, wild celery and wild onions everywhere in the spring, plus some spicy seeds, it's just a great appetite.

As long as it is made properly, it can be left for a long time without fear of breakage.

"Hmm...... All right. ”

Baozhu hesitated for a moment, glanced at the village chief, and then at Jiang Qiuniang, so he had to nod in agreement.

When the village chief heard that Jiang Qiuniang wanted to keep half a fan, he felt that there were too many of them at first, and he was afraid that they would break down after a long time.

But as soon as she heard Jiang Qiuniang's arrangement, and then looked at Baozhu's greedy little appearance, the little girl had a lot of strength.

The amount of food must be large, it seems that it is really gluttonous, and it is okay to leave more.

After getting Jiang Qiuniang's affirmative answer, the village chief immediately asked Da Zhuang to divide the wild boar, and also helped to cut it into pieces very intimately to facilitate Jiang Qiuniang's pickling.

There was wild boar meat to sell in the village, and soon the villagers prepared baskets to buy them at Baozhu's house.

"Here, give me thirty pounds."

Liu Cuihua and Mrs. Jiang squeezed in from the crowd and pointed to the wild boar on the board.

Da Zhuang, who was responsible for helping Jiang Qiuniang divide the wild boar, saw their mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, and the smile on his face disappeared instantly.

"Thirty pounds? One hundred and fifty cents. ”

"What? Still want money? Da Zhuang, don't you look at who it is? Are you embarrassed to collect money? ”

Mrs. Jiang's face turned black instantly, she came from a granddaughter's house and asked for wild boar and gave money?

"Of course I know who you are, you're the thirteenth woman. But...... If you want to eat wild boar, you have to give money, otherwise...... While staying away. ”

Da Zhuang took the pig-killing knife and gestured a few times.

With a fierce expression, the old lady Jiang and her daughter-in-law were frightened and took several steps back.

"I come from an eldest grandson's family and want pork, what money do I need? Do you give it or not? Don't give ...... I...... I want ......."

Mrs. Jiang swallowed her saliva and scolded.

"Yo, what do you want from the Thirteenth Mother? Looking for a village chief to comment? ”

Chen Juhua looked at the three catties of wild boar meat in her basket, and was about to go home with satisfaction.

Seeing that Mrs. Jiang was really cheeky and came to the door, I couldn't help but be happy.

The tone is really big, only half a pig in total, the whole village is divided, she wants thirty catties in one breath, and she doesn't want to give money, this face is much thicker than the copper wall.

"My father-in-law probably doesn't have time to deal with you at this time, but he is discussing with Qiu Niang about Ming'er inviting the prince of the stove." With disgusted eyes, he glanced at their mother-in-law and daughter-in-law from head to toe.

"You are all separated, you want to eat wild boar at this time, so you have a big grandson, why did you go earlier?"

Liu Cuihua saw Chen Juhua who was a little embarrassed: "What's the matter, even if the relationship is severed, can it ...... But my mother-in-law is still her own grandmother in the end, this blood is thicker than water, how can it be said that it will be broken? ”