Jiang Xiangchuan knows that now that his daughter is married, he now lives with Cui Hejin and her mother-in-law.

Although the mother and son of the Cui family are very good people, if they are unhappy and put on a face for their daughter, it will make their daughter embarrassed.

Jiang Xiangchuan felt uncomfortable when he thought that his daughter would be wronged.

But when the girl is older, she always has to get married.

Fortunately, Cui Hejin of the Cui family is the daughter who likes to choose, and it is good for the two of them to be happy.

It's just that if there is a mother-in-law above, it shouldn't be so comfortable.

Jiang Zhiluo and her father pushed the small dining cart into the yard, looking at their father's expression, they also knew what he was worried about.

She said, "Dad, don't worry, my mother-in-law is very good to me." ”

"Now that my father-in-law and mother-in-law are not at home, you and my brother go into the house and sit for a while, and I'll pour water."

Jiang Xiangchuan looked at the fenced courtyard without courtyard walls, and his heart was sour and distressed.

Jiang Xiangchuan shook his head and said, "We won't go in, I'll tell you about the bellows and the dining car." ”

"Also, in the basket are your mother's willow leaf buns."

In order to make it easier to bring things over, small baskets were placed on the dining cart.

Xuan Xuan said: "Sister, the buns that my mother made at noon are still hot." ”

Jiang Zhiluo was very moved in her heart, "Dad, you and your mother don't have to worry about me, I eat well here, but it's you, it's okay to keep it for your younger brothers and sisters, it's time for them to grow up." ”

Jiang Zhiluo knew the conditions of her mother's family, and she also knew that it was not the New Year's holiday, and the family was reluctant to make white flour rice, let alone use white flour to make steamed buns.

Jiang Xiangchuan said: "They can't eat much, and they are all worried about Ling." ”

Xuan Xuan nodded and said seriously: "Sister, I can eat less, Sister eat more." ”

Jiang Zhiluo's nose was sour, and she felt very uncomfortable.

"Silly Xuanxuan, you have to eat more, eat more and grow faster."

Xuan Xuan tilted his head and thought about it: "Then I will grow up quickly, will I have the strength to do things, and I can be good to Sister A." ”

Jiang Zhiluo touched his hair and said, "Well, so we Xuanxuan can't eat less, we have to eat more." ”

Jiang Xiangchuan also handed the two hundred yuan in his hand to Jiang Zhiluo and said, "Zhiluo, this is one hundred yuan earned from selling building blocks, you take it." ”

Jiang Zhiluo's face changed, and she said: "Dad, I can't take your money, this is the money you make from the building blocks, keep it to buy some delicious food, and replenish your body, your mother, and your younger brothers and sisters." ”

"Dad, I also made money selling brown sugar and maltose during this time, and the silver in my hand is real."

Jiang Zhiluo deliberately became serious.

Jiang Xiangchuan was afraid that his daughter would be unhappy, so he could only take it back first.

Speaking of building blocks, Jiang Xiangchuan explained: "Yesterday I went to Yangliu Village to catch the market, took a set of building blocks to sell, Xuan Xuan was playing next to him, and a boy looked like it, so his mother bought a set. ”

The building blocks drawn by Jiang Zhiluo before were detailed, and how to play were also drawn, Jiang Xiangchuan could understand it, so he taught Xuanxuan to play.

Jiang Zhiluo knew that most of the people in the village were waiting for the village to buy things when the village was in the market.

Not every village has a market, it is a big village, and there is a custom of rushing to the market that has been handed down from the past, and the small traders in the vicinity will go to the village market to sell their things.

Villagers from Shili Eight Villages may also come to the market on this day.

Because everything sold in the village market is cheap, it is a price that the villagers can accept.

Jiang Zhiluo was afraid that her father and mother would be worried, so she briefly talked about doing business during this time, so that her father and mother would not worry.

"By the way, Dad, can the bellows be sold?"

Jiang Xiangchuan shook his head and said: "Everyone doesn't know how to use the bellows, tell everyone how to use them in the stall, there are many curious onlookers, but no one buys it, everyone thinks that it is not cost-effective to spend twenty or thirty dollars to buy a bellows, and it will not affect the normal fire." ”

"But your mother and I feel that after using the bellows, we can also save firewood, because there is a bellows fire, and a little firewood is very strong, and it will not take long to boil the pot."

Jiang Xiangchuan's eyes lit up when he looked at the bellows, others didn't understand, but he liked to use this thing.

Jiang Zhiluo knew that it was indeed saving firewood.

When the weather is dry, you can't see anything when the firewood is full.

If the weather is humid and the firewood is also damp, and it is not easy to ignite, the bellows can play a great role.

Jiang Zhiluo talked to her father and younger brother, and took out another bag of maltose, which contained more than 30 pieces of maltose.

"Dad, this is maltose for you."

As she spoke, Jiang Zhiluo took two pieces from them and handed them to Xuan Xuan and said, "This is made by Sister A, you take it and eat it." ”

"You can't eat too much in a day, let my dad take these, and then bring them to you piecemeal when I go back."

Jiang Xiangchuan was stunned when he heard this, "Girl, is this the maltose you made?" ”

Jiang Zhiluo nodded and said, "Well, I did it, Dad, you can taste it." ”

"That's what I thought, Dad don't make bellows and building blocks yet, these things may not be bought when they are sold at the village market."

In fact, she was wrong at the beginning, she just thought that her father could work as a carpenter, and it was a good business to do some carpentry work.

In fact, when everyone generally does not solve the problem of food and clothing, they will not think about buying other things.

So it's better to do business or do food business.

Jiang Zhiluo asked: "Dad, do you want to do some food business, just set up a stall." ”

Jiang Xiangchuan thought for a while and said: "Girl, my father is stupid, he doesn't know how to speak, he doesn't know how to cook, he can do some carpentry work, he may not be able to do a good food business, if the noodles and vegetables are wasted, it will be a pity." ”

"Now it's the beginning of spring to be busy with farming, and my father wants to plant the land first."

Jiang Xiangchuan felt that he would plant the land first, and only when there was a grain harvest every year would he be steady.

And he has a bad leg, and it's inconvenient to go out to set up a stall, mainly because he doesn't want his daughter to worry about him.

If he does this, his daughter will have to help come up with ideas and worry about it.

"Girl, don't worry about home, you take care of yourself, and your mother and I can rest assured."

Jiang Zhiluo understands her father's concerns, maybe only if her life is better and she earns more money in her hand, if she helps her father and mother at that time, they may not have a psychological burden.

However, Jiang Zhiluo still told her father how to make maltose, and she didn't need to set up a stall every day, if she did it once or twice once in a while, she could set up a stall in the village market to sell it, and she could also earn some copper money to subsidize the family.

After talking, Jiang Xiangchuan took Xuan Xuan back.

But when they left, Jiang Zhiluo brought them a few cornmeal steamed buns that were steamed at noon.

At noon, the family ate two and six, and took them all.

Jiang Xiangchuan didn't want it, but Jiang Zhiluo insisted that he take it.

Jiang Zhiluo was reluctant to let her well-behaved brother go, hugged him, and explained some things before letting him go back.

When Xuan Xuan followed his father back, he turned back in three steps.

After walking out of the village all the way and not seeing Sister A, Xuan Xuan looked at his father with red eyes and said, "Dad, can I come to see Sister A often?" ”