The Way of the Peasant Mother-in-law

Zhou Shuren patiently supported, “Yes.”

Li Shi was the most panicked, her mother-in-law was looking at her and said weakly, “Mother.”

Zhulan was also panicked. She still had to supplement her nutrition. She didn’t want to die early. “I’ll catch last year’s old hen and kill it.”

Li suspected that he had heard it wrong, and screamed like a Tuoba mouse, “Kill a chicken?”

Luckily, Zhulan didn’t have a heart attack while clutching her chest, otherwise she would have to go early, with a cold face, “Yes, kill the chicken, I have stewed it tonight, and I have a big bone stewed at noon, and I will bring it to you later. Noodles, use bone broth to make lump soup.”

Mr. Li was even more panicked than before. Is this the end of the day? What did your mother-in-law feel today?

“Mother, it’s time for the old hen to lay eggs!”

Zhu Lan was silent. The Zhou family’s chickens were well raised and they were indeed laying eggs. The original plan was to feed the old hens last year for Zhao’s confinement in the winter. Her own family was really reluctant to kill them, but going out to buy chickens to eat was even worse. That belongs to Lufu, which is even more eye-catching.

Zhou Shuren, “Kill it.”

Mrs Li didn’t dare to say a word anymore. She felt that this father-in-law was infiltrating, “Okay, okay, Dad, I’ll go right now.”

He ran away to the death, and it was extremely agile.

Zhou Shuren lowered his head and saw that the little girl looked at him with big eyes, a little timid, and his heart softened. He stroked the girl’s hair, “Go and help your sister-in-law see your niece, and eat chicken at night.”

Xuehan bent her eyes, this is her father who still loves her, and her father has not changed, “En.”

Zhulan returned to the room and lay down on the kang. There was a mattress on the kang, otherwise the kang would get cold, and her body would not be able to bear it.

Zhou Shuren also went to the kang, but he didn’t lie down and sat against the wall, and his back was cold, “This place belongs to the north, and the ancient winters were colder, so I thought about rebuilding the house, and the kang and the fire wall were redone. , and then re-pave the ground to prevent it from getting dirty when it snows and rains.”

Zhulan, “Okay.”

Fire walls and fire pits existed in the Han Dynasty. They just rebuilt them inappropriately. She also wanted to live comfortably. As for the ground, she agreed. Clean modern people really can’t accept dirt roads, especially indoors.

Zhulan said again, “Don’t just fix our own house, the children’s are also repaired. We are not in good health and the Zhao family wants to have children. The reasons are not abrupt.”

Zhou Shuren was stunned for a moment, his sense of substitution was not as good as that of Zhulan, so he thought of himself and Zhulan, and the children didn’t think about it, “Well, listen to you, I will do it after the follow-up consultation, so as not to be busy with the autumn harvest, and day by day. It’s cool until winter.”

Zhulan, “Okay.”

Zhou Shuren saw that Zhulan’s eyelids were fighting, but he didn’t say a word. Sure enough, he heard even breathing after a while, and his drowsiness was infected, so he also lay down and rested.

Zhulan slept well and gained strength. She sat up and watched Zhou Shuren go back to sleep. She got up and went to the ground. She didn’t hear the voice of the eldest and the second. It was not until noon!

In ancient times, the time was uncertain. She had full-screen memories of her original body, thinking that she should buy an hourglass back, otherwise she would become more and more uncertain.

The kitchen smelled of bone broth. The stewing time was not short, and Zhu Lan was a little hungry.

Mr. Li was pasting the cake and said flatteringly, “Mother, you are awake.”

Zhulan hummed, took a big bowl, and then brought a bowl of noodles back, “It’s a lump.”

Mrs Li took a breath and felt distressed, a big bowl of white noodles, “Mother, it’s too much.”

“Your housekeeper is still my housekeeper, and I will cook your meals.”

Mr. Li didn’t dare to say a word, and obediently carried the big bowl.

Zhu Lan smelled the bone soup again, Li’s had a lot of minor problems, and his cooking skills are really nothing to say, which is an advantage, and then looked at the killed chicken, the chicken was fat enough, and the chicken oil was very large, thinking of After the chicken oil noodles, I am even more hungry.

The sound of sobbing outside.

Bamboo Orchid, “…”

I really don’t understand, why are you crying? These days are really bad!