Splendid peasant girl busy farming

"Hey, Liu Dazhu, I heard from them that you have a nickname called Kneeling Washboard?"

Seeing Liu Dazhu's hesitation and refusal to speak, Liu decided to take the initiative, "Hey, your two-hundred-pound mother-in-law will punish you to kneel on the washboard, right?"

"Are you really kneeling? There are countless edges on the washboard, don't your knees swell?"

Liu Dazhu turned his body sideways, not daring to look directly into Liu's eyes.

Liu Shi also walked around to the other side of him, forcing him to look at her: "Don't be quiet? There are no outsiders here. Tell me, have you ever kneeled on anything other than the washboard? For example, stone mill or something?"

Liu Dazhu: "Mother-in-law, you, you are asking this..."

Not only Liu Dazhu was so embarrassed and ashamed that he kept digging his head down his crotch, and his face was as red as a boiled prawn, even Yang Huazhong and Yang Huaming beside him gasped a few times.

Mrs. Zhou also looked at Mrs. Liu with admiration once again.

This mother-in-law really dares to ask anything!
She talks a lot, she doesn't know how to speak, and asks for everything. Fortunately, Jin Chuan is a deaf-mute girl, so she can't hear or speak.

Otherwise, if both of them can listen and speak together, there will be conflicts if they are not kept together.

This mother-in-law is obviously a gossip. People who like to inquire about other people's family affairs have a bad mouth, spread rumors, and are not easy to get along with.

"Fourth brother and sister, it's almost done, let him change clothes, so we can talk about business!" Yang Huazhong finally lost his composure, and stopped Liu Shi.

"No, no, it's really not as delicate as your stuffing. Even your uncle said that the dumplings made by Qing'er are not enough!"

There was only one ferocious Mrs. Zhou still standing there, staring at him viciously.

Liu Dazhu stood where he was, his eyes dimmed, and the muscles on his face tensed, but no one knew the bitterness in his heart.

Now, accept it when you see it!

Tonight is making dumplings, the dumpling wrappers are made by Wang Cuilian, and the stuffing is made by Yang Ruoqing.

Can a daughter live a peaceful life when she marries into such a family?

While cooking the dinner, Yang Ruoqing was in charge.

After Zhou's reprimand to Liu Dazhu, she turned around and slammed the door angrily and left.

But Yang Huazhong has opened his mouth, Liu must definitely give Yang Huazhong face.

He was startled, then turned around, and an old tear fell from the corner of his eye.

This is also good now, complement each other.

Wang Cuilian rolled her eyes at Luo Tiejiang, and said, "What do you know? Even ventilation can dissipate the smell from the bedding!"

If he was made to be ten years younger, back to the time when he was just married and married to Jin Chuanniang, he would definitely not be living like a wimpy, drunk, dreaming, and a waste like now!
I really want to change my way of life...

Yang Ruoqing smiled again.

"Lao Yang's family is waiting for you at the elegant room, you hurry up and change into your clothes and put on your shoes before coming back!"

It wasn't until Zhou's stern voice rang in his ears that Liu Dazhu suddenly came back to his senses, only to realize that all the members of the old Yang family had left the room.

Liu Dazhu stood in the middle of the room with bare feet, the soles of his feet were already numb from the cold.

Wang Cuilian hesitated to speak, and finally gritted her teeth and said, "It's so smelly, I'm too lazy to tell you!"

"If you don't believe it, you have to dry it. Look, it's still not hot yet, right? You have to turn it back again."

Blacksmith Luo squatted on the whetstone next to him and smoked a pipe. Watching Wang Cuilian busy coming in and out, he pulled out the pole of the pipe and knocked it on the stone at his feet a few times. At that time, Qing'er told me not to bask in the sun, the sun is not stable, and I should hide behind the clouds in a while."

"Auntie, Tang Yazi and I love the stuffing you made, but the two younger ones don't understand anything, so don't listen to their nonsense."

Liu Dazhu shrank his neck, "Sister, what should I do next?"

To be honest, Luo Fengtang also made similar comments to Yang Ruoqing in private.

After walking two steps, Mrs. Zhou thought of something, and yelled at Liu Dazhu again: "Don't think that my mother cares about you because I care about you, Liu Dazhu, we are enemies, you owe our Zhou family a life, do you understand?"

"Everyone is gone, what are you still doing? Useless things!"

Tonight, they made dumplings for dinner, and the two children were still playing at their mother's house next door, and Mrs. Sun took care of them. Because Bamei Cao was also talking there with the third son, the reunion played so much that they didn't want to come back.

……

"Okay, after discussing the business later, I'll ask again!" said Liu.

"Don't call me sister, I can't afford it!" Zhou waved his hands frantically, as if being recognized by a maggot as his mother, as much as he detested it.

As a result, Wang Cuilian had to carry the quilt back to the house in advance.

Yang Ruoqing smiled while stirring the stuffing in the big bowl with chopsticks.

Changping Village.

Zhou pointed to Liu Dazhu and said, "I asked you to change your clothes, shoes and socks, because I didn't want you to be so sloppy to discuss marriage in the past. That is a disrespect to Lao Yang's family, and it is also a disrespect to Jin Chuan!"

The purpose is still to dislike Liu Dazhu's actions, and to embarrass him.

Mrs. Liu was a little bit reconciled, because the things she inquired about hadn't come to a definite result yet.

Blacksmith Luo said: "The quilt that covers the body, what smell can it have? I didn't smell it, and you are the only one who has a lot of trouble!"

The muscles on Liu Dazhu's face twitched violently.

In the previous question, in fact, it was Yang Huazhong who deliberately indulged Liu Shi to ask.

Because the two little guys have said that they don't like the dumpling stuffing made by the big grandmother. There is too much meat and it is dry!
I want to eat the dumpling stuffing made by Niang, it's soft, tender, slippery, delicious!
Wang Cuilian watched Yang Ruoqing adjust the stuffing while rolling out the dumpling wrappers, and said with a smile: "Sir, it's better to be born later. I think your stuffing is worse than mine. I never thought of adding sweet potatoes to the stuffing." powder!"

Today is a cloudy day, the sun came out for a while in the morning, and the sun disappeared after eating at noon.

……

If you don't come back, don't come back, Yang Ruoqing just took this opportunity to sneak back and finish the dinner.

Looking at the back of Mrs. Liu walking out of the house on tiptoe, Liu Dazhu smiled wryly, worrying about his daughter.

That expression, showing his teeth and claws, seemed to swallow himself alive.

"If your last sliver of conscience has not been eaten by dogs, and if you still feel that you owe my sister, and Jin Chuan and Jin Bao's two children, then you should cooperate well with this marriage and do whatever you are asked to do." , don't embarrass your daughter!"

No matter if it's Sun's, Wang Cuilian, or Bao Suyun, all the dumpling fillings they make are minced raw meat, and then put vegetables or leeks in it.

Onion, ginger, oil, salt and various seasonings are also put in it one after another.

Bao Suyun wanted to add a large spoonful of fried hot oil, saying that it would stimulate the aroma of the stuffing.

However, these dumplings were very popular before encountering the dumpling stuffing made by Yang Ruoqing.

But as long as they have eaten the dumplings made by Yang Ruoqing, then the dumplings made by them will be left out in the cold.