Sister-in-law from a poor family

Chapter 22 That's Good

During this meal, everyone’s mouths were full of oil.

Especially Fangfang, she has never eaten meat so brazenly since she was so old.

The badger pork is delicious, the soup stewed with wild boar bones is also very fragrant, and the meat on it is also super delicious.

The whole family actually finished the food on this table.

Fu Chen felt distressed, but she didn't say anything more. After all, Fu Jingbo ate the most food on the table.

The man didn't know whether he was hungry or hadn't eaten meat for a long time. He ate like a wolf.

Qin Mianmian was originally worried about how to store these things so that they wouldn't go bad after eating them all, but now she no longer had this worry at all.

After dinner, she cleared away the dishes and Fu Chen went out to wash the stone mill.

The two soaked a lot of beans and had to get up early tomorrow to grind them so they could make tofu early.

After Mrs. Chen washed the stone mill, she still felt a little flustered, so she went to find Qin Mianmian.

"Is it okay to make tofu and sell it? There are no people selling tofu in this town, and they have been selling it for a few years."

Qin Mianmian blinked: "Mom, do you have any other ways to make money now?"

No, not one, Fu Chen's eyes dimmed again.

"How can you know if it will work if you don't give it a try?" Qin Mianmian said again.

"Let's give it a try. Even if it doesn't work, I can still handle the tofu. It's just a matter of not wasting anything."

It's strange, she is obviously thin and her hair is withered and yellow, and she looks like she has endured hardship.

She looked childish, not much better than Fangfang, but Fu Chen just felt that what she said made sense.

"Okay, let's give it a try." She tried to smile: "If I smile like this, can it bring good luck to our family?"

Qin Mianmian said that crying would bring bad luck to the family, but if she laughed, it would bring good luck to the family.

Just like a long time ago, I lived a prosperous and happy life.
The whole night was silent, and the next day, Mrs. Chen got up before the sky even showed her belly.

Qin Mianmian was not a person who liked to get up early, but after coming here and having nothing to entertain her, she went to bed early at night. Now she naturally woke up when she heard the slightest movement made by Mrs. Fu Chen.

The two of them worked together to prepare the pulp, but before they even started, the door of the room was opened again.

Qin Mianmian looked up and saw that it was Fu Jingbo holding an ax and preparing to chop firewood again.

What obsession does this man have with firewood? He is either chopping firewood, chopping firewood, or on the way to chop firewood.

As soon as she thought this, Fu Chen, who was about to grind the soy milk, trotted away.

Then Qin Mianmian saw her taking a small wooden basin, pouring hot water, and touching Fu Jingbo's face with her hands.

"Jing Bo, wash your face first. I'll go cook in a moment. Don't rush out when it gets dark. Eat before leaving."

When she said this, her voice was soft and even a little respectful.

It's not like a mother speaking to her son, but like a servant speaking to his master.

Qin Mianmian shook her head. She had been observing for several days, and Mrs. Fu Chen was not taking good care of the father and son.

Fu Tian wouldn't say anything. After all, he was injured, but Fu Jingbo's hands and feet were sound.

Even if your intelligence is not up to par, you can still do some simple tasks by yourself.

For example, getting water to wash your face, serving your own food and picking up your own food, or doing your own laundry.
But as for Fu Chen, she even had to touch the face wash with her own hands for fear that Fu Jingbo would be tired.

If this continues, Fu Jingbo will still be inseparable from people even when he is 30 years old.

When Mrs. Fu Chen came back, she finally couldn't hold it back and spoke. "Mom, have you ever thought that if you serve him like this, when you get old, he might not even be able to eat."

Fu Chen put down the wooden basin in her hand and smiled: "I know, so I tried my best to get him a wife."

Qin Mianmian:
Together with the daughter-in-law, she is a tool, and she should serve others.

Although she knew that this was what most people in feudal society thought, she still couldn't help but get angry when she heard such remarks.

"Is it possible that he will have to be taken care of all his life, and can't he even fetch water and wash his face?" Her voice became colder because of her anger.

Fu Chen frowned at her question and stared at her for a while before letting go.

"I will teach him, but I'm afraid it's not ideal. But don't worry, as long as I'm here, I can do all these things, and I won't leave them all to you."

She said this without temper, but Qin Mianmian was even more speechless after hearing this.

Is this a question for whom? She just wanted Fu Jingbo to have the ability to take care of himself, and not to chop wood all day long.

After a pause, she watched Fu Chen enter the room and then turned to look at Fu Jingbo.

It seems that Fu Chen will not let Fu Jingbo do anything else, but whether the family can get better in the future depends on whether the main labor force is there.

So she walked to Fu Jingbo, squatted down and looked at the man who was sharpening the axe.

With just one glance, the man stopped moving and stared at her blankly.

"Stop chopping firewood and do something else, okay?" Qin Mianmian coaxed in a soft voice.

Fu Jingbo didn't say anything, just blinked, his eyes full of clear stupidity.

Damn it, that feeling of wanting to lie to him came back.

Qin Mianmian shook her head, with a big smile on her face as if coaxing a child.

Although it was still dark and there was only a hastily lit oil lamp in the yard, her smile still caught Fu Jingbo's eyes clearly.

"Come, put down the ax and come with me." Qin Mianmian's voice became softer.

Fu Jingbo still didn't answer, but this time he put down the ax in his hand and stood up after Qin Mianmian stood up.

Fu Chen just went to put a basin, and then went to Fu Jingbo's room to tidy up and they changed clothes. When they came out, they saw Fu Jingbo holding the wooden handle of the stone mill, grinding soybean milk in circles under Qin Mianmian's guidance. .

"Yeah, that's it, keep up the speed."

"It can be a little faster, yes, that's it."

"It's very good. I'll make something delicious for you later."

Qin Mianmian coaxed Fu Jingbo like a child, with a soft and sweet voice.

As for Fu Jingbo, he actually listened to Qin Mianmian's words and ground the beans into soy milk in circles.

Fu Chen was stunned. She looked at Qin Mianmian and then at Fu Jingbo, with a trace of struggle in her eyes.

She was so absorbed in watching that she didn't notice when Fu Tian came out of the room on crutches.

"That's it, that's good." After Fu Tian looked at it for a while, an unknown smile began to appear on his face.

"But, how can you let him do such a thing, if the master is aware of it." Fu Chen responded in a low voice.

"Master Quan Xia Youzhi will not blame us. It would be good to let him live like a normal person." Fu Tian glanced at the sky.

"Live an ordinary life like this and never think about the past."

(End of this chapter)