Going back to the old days of hunting at sea

Chapter 762: I'm living a good life, but I also need to take care of my brothers

"Huh?! You're really quick-witted, kid!"

Chen Hui rubbed Chen Xiaoming's head and said with a smile.

"Yes! Aunt Hongmei's skills are indeed good!"

"I remember that I used to make clothes for others and earn money, but later I was criticized by the brigade and stopped doing it," said An Wenjing.

Chen Xiaoming nodded continuously on the side.

"I know she has good craftsmanship. She even made a few sets of clothes for me when I was a child."

"When I was planning to do this in the department store that day, I thought of her."

"It's just the beginning now, so there aren't many orders. My aunt can handle it all by herself."

"When there are more orders in the future, I will definitely look for her to join me."

"Well, who else in the village has better craftsmanship?"

Chen Hui remembered more than just Wang Hongmei.

But there is someone else I can’t remember right away.

"And aunt, Sister-in-law Shi Lan's cooking skills are also pretty good." An Wenjing said.

"Oh, and Sister-in-law Shi Lan!"

"Speaking of Jin Feng, I remembered something more important."

"There have been so many things going on lately that I've forgotten one thing or another."

Chen Hui shook his head helplessly.

An Wenjing asked what it was about.

Chen Hui kept it a secret, "Let's not talk about it for now. We'll go to Uncle Lin's place tonight and then take you there. Then you'll know."

The current Chen Hui should not go out of his way to find Chen Xiangdong for a fight.

He didn't say anything, and An Wenjing didn't ask any further questions.

The three people went to Li Jianshe's purchasing point and bought some shrimps and a few blue crabs.

"Uncle Jianshe, how much are these clams?"

Chen Hui discovered that there was a whole basin of clams today, and asked curiously.

"What are you selling? Just grab a few." Li Jianshe said, pulling a bag over to Chen Hui.

"Okay! Then I won't be polite."

Chen Hui grabbed two handfuls and weighed the bag.

That should be enough to eat.

After counting the money for the shrimps and crabs, he took Chen Xiaoming and An Wenjing back home.

Chen Huihong had already taken some time to cook the rice.

Hearing some noise outside, he stood up and brushed off the ashes on his body.

He came out and waved, urging: "Wenjing, come and light the fire, my aunt is going to make money!"

"Okay! I'll come right after I wash my hands."

"Why are you washing your hands by lighting a fire? Hurry up!"

Chen Huihong strode out, pulled An Wenjing along and walked inside.

She didn't even have time to join in the fun before she sat behind the stove and started to light a fire.

Chen Hui chatted with Wu Shuisheng and Huang Miao in the yard.

Carrying the vegetables into the house, I started preparing lunch.

The busiest person was Chen Xiaoming. He would come in to watch Chen Huihong cutting fabric, and then go out to watch Huang Miao and Wu Shuisheng nailing wood.

From time to time, I also have to take some time to see what to eat for lunch.

Whether inside or outside the house, the talkative mouth never stops chattering.

"Xiao Ming, you haven't finished your homework this morning."

"Take out your notebook and sit there to do your homework."

An Wenjing was a little overwhelmed by the noise and said, pointing at the dining table.

"Teacher An, I..."

The title of teacher is too intimidating for first grade students.

Chen Xiaoming wanted to say something else.

When he met An Wenjing's smiling eyes, he immediately felt deflated.

He nodded and said, "Got it. I'll go do my homework."

Then he took out a pen and paper from his school bag and rubbed the tip of the pencil with his hand, not knowing what he was thinking about.

Anyway, I haven't started writing yet.

"I'll give you ten minutes. When you finish writing, bring it to the teacher for checking!" An Wenjing said again.

“Oh, I’ve started writing.”

Chen Xiaoming came back to his senses, agreed, picked up the pen and started writing. "So this is what Wen Jing looks like when she's at work! So cool! She looks like a teacher."

Wu Shuisheng came in to drink some water and praised it with curiosity.

After drinking the water, he put down the cup and continued to work in the yard.

First graders don't have much homework.

Chen Xiaoming finished writing quickly and continued to chat everywhere.

Chen Hui also moved quickly.

I used the lean meat that Chen Huihong bought in the morning to make some stir-fried pork slices for Chen Xiaoming, who can’t eat spicy food.

I fried some non-spicy pumpkin tips and steamed a crab for him.

Put all the rest into one pot and cook a big pot of spicy seafood.

"Uncle, it's Gou Shun, no, it's Master Xiao Huang! It's time to eat!"

Chen Hui brought all the dishes to the table and shouted outside.

"What did you cook that smells so good? It makes me hungry just by smelling it."

When Huang Miao heard that it was time to eat, he immediately put down what he was holding.

I splashed some water from the sink on the side and washed my hands.

I looked over with the water shaking, and my mouth was watering.

"Ahui, you can do it!"

"Just now I was saying that my master only lets me rest for two days a month, but you forced me to work for a day."

"With this kind of food, we can still work another day."

Huang Miao said this and sat down impatiently.

He was too embarrassed to start eating first, so he urged loudly, "Aunt Huihong, Uncle, hurry up!"

"Goushun, when we are in Chenjia Village, why don't you come to my mother-in-law's house for dinner?"

The food at Jiang Houfa’s house is probably not that good.

Now that you have a good life, you should also take care of your brothers.

"Aunt Lin Jiao's house" Huang Miao shook his head.

There is still a big difference between Chen Hui's mother-in-law's home and Chen Hui's own home.

It's okay to go there occasionally, but it's embarrassing to go there all the time.

Had lunch.

Huang Miao and Wu Shuisheng were full of energy and continued to go out to collect wood.

An Wenjing temporarily gave Chen Xiaoming some homework and asked him to continue writing.

I collected the dishes and washed them myself.

Chen Huihong took off the sheets and quilt covers from the upstairs bed.

Fold them neatly one by one.

After putting it in a cloth bag, he went downstairs and said, "Ah Hui, go and deliver the goods! There must be someone home right now after dinner."

"Okay! I'll wash my hands and go right away. They're so greasy."

Chen Hui went to the yard, put some soap on and washed his hands.

He took the two cloth bags handed to him by Chen Huihong.

She picked it up and looked at it again and again in surprise, "Aunt?! Did you make this bag?"

"Yes! After cutting this cloth, there will be a piece this wide left."

"I don't think it's any use keeping it, so I just use it to make a bag."

"Doesn't this look more upscale?"

"This is also useful for storing things. Isn't it much better than the paper bag you mentioned?"

This makes sense.

Chen Hui gave a thumbs up.

"Aunt, you know how to package!"

"This bag is great! From now on, I'll use the same fabric to make a bag for each bed."

"I'll buy a bag of buttons later and make it into a button-shaped one."

After Chen Hui finished speaking, he packed two bags and rode his motorcycle to the county town.

The house numbers in Dongmen Lane are a bit messy.

Chen Hui asked several people before he found number 16, the innermost one.

Seeing that the door was open, he poked his head in and asked, "Excuse me, is Comrade Li Ali home?"

Seven or eight people were chatting in the hall.

Li Ali heard the sound, strode out of the kitchen, wiped her hands and said:
"At home! Young man, is the stuff ready? Bring it in and have a look."

(End of this chapter)