washing hand fruits
Wu couldn't go into details. After all, she had just been separated from them. If she kept asking her husband not to help the other side with the work, it would seem like she was trying to sow discord.
But her family only had two acres of land, and they plowed it in less than a day, but they had to send tea and snacks to the other side for a few more days for no reason.
If her family had money, she wouldn't care, but she was so poor, and she had to make up for the rich family. The thought made her sick.
Wu walked forward in silence and quickly left her husband behind.
Song Sanshun also knew why his wife was unhappy, but he had no choice.
How could he not agree to do what his father assigned him to do? If he didn't, his stepmother would spread the word that he was unfilial.
Chang'an, who was sitting in the basket, didn't understand the adults' expressions and raised his little hand to call the big cat to follow.
Huahua ran faster than them, and ran to the front in a flash, turned around in the grass, waited for the owner to arrive, and ran away again.
Not long after, the three people and the cat came to the valley under the west slope.
There are many thorny thorns here, as well as many wild bamboos and trees.
Wu found the tall sycamore tree and discovered that there were still many small golden fruits hanging on it.
This small golden fruit is also called hand-washing fruit. It will produce a lot of foam when you soak it in water and rub it. It is similar to soap beans. People who understand its magic will pick it and use it to wash clothes and hair.
"There were not many left in previous years, but I didn't expect there would be so many this year."
Wu looked at the tree full of golden fruits and was very happy. She quickly put down her backpack and called her husband to knock the fruits.
Sanshun agreed, went to cut a bamboo nearby, cut off the branches, and raised it to knock the fruits hanging on the tree.
Chang'an climbed out of the backpack, ran around under the tree to pick them, and secretly put one into her mouth.
"Chang'an, you can't eat this, it's poisonous." Wu hurried over to take the fruit out of her mouth: "After we pick the sycamores, we will take you to find sour jujubes."
There should be a forest of sour jujubes over there, but I don't know if they have been picked by others.
Changan nodded, spat a few times, and continued to pick fruits.
Soon, the backpacks brought by Wu and his wife were full and very heavy to carry.
"You two sit here and rest first, I'll go to the jujube forest over there to take a look." Sanshun said to his wife.
Wu nodded: "You go, I'm just digging some wild onions nearby."
At this time of year, wild onions are particularly fat. If you dig them back and chop them up and add some salt, they will be a delicious side dish.
Changan especially likes to dig wild vegetables. When he heard this, he immediately went to find his own small shovel.
Wu smiled and said, "I didn't bring a shovel today. Just keep an eye on the basket. Auntie will dig next to it."
Changan had no choice but to nod and look around for the big cat.
Suddenly, she heard the voice of her cousin Song Xiyue in her mind again: [Clearly, that person in the previous life found it here? Why is it not here? ]
Changan was shocked and immediately stood on tiptoe to look around.
I didn't see my little cousin, but why could I hear her voice?
Before, only her little cousin was nearby so that she could hear her inner thoughts. But now her little cousin is not here?
Changan looked around and saw a big rock nearby, so he ran over and climbed up with great effort. As a result, he accidentally fell on his butt and pressed his palm against a sharp stone.
Upon closer inspection, his palm was broken, and the sharp stone was shining with a golden luster.
With tears in his eyes, Changan found that this golden stone was very strange, so he picked up a small branch and started digging. The
golden stone was not big, about the size of a bird egg, and it was heavy in his hand.
Changan looked at it curiously, stood up and wanted to tell his aunt. Suddenly, she saw several people coming from afar, including her aunt, her younger aunt, and her younger cousins. Dahei was also running happily behind them.
Chang'an subconsciously put the golden stone in her arms and ran to find her aunt.
Wu also saw the people coming, and quickly came over with a pocket of wild onions and put them on the backpack full of hollyhocks.
"Oh, what a coincidence." Little Zhao smiled faintly and clenched the sickle in her hand: "I didn't expect the third brother's wife to come here too."
Wu said nothing, just held little Chang'an tightly.
Song Yufeng walked closer and said in surprise: "Third sister-in-law, why are you picking so many hollyhocks? You're not going to take them back to eat?"
Wu still said nothing.
She had nothing to say to them.
Xiao Zhao laughed and said, "How can you eat this? I guess your third sister-in-law wants to take it back to wash clothes."
"Does it take so much to wash clothes?" Song Yufeng looked at Wu with contempt: "No wonder your third sister-in-law's clothes are full of patches and have turned white. It seems she has washed them too many times."
As she spoke, she covered her mouth and laughed to herself.
Mrs. Wu looked unhappy and said, "Of course I am not as glamorous as you. After all, the things that my second sister-in-law sent back are not with me."
Song Yufeng was stunned and her face darkened. Just as she was about to say something, she was stopped by Mrs. Zhao:
"Third sister-in-law, what you said is wrong. How many times has my second sister-in-law sent back things? It sounds like we owed her a lot of money."
"Isn't it?" Mrs. Wu directly retorted: "If it weren't for the money she sent back, how could we have built five large tiled houses with only a few acres of land at home and no money-making business?"
Mrs. Zhao didn't expect that the usually sullen Mrs. Wu would be so retortive, and her face darkened: "Look at what you said. Our family has money to build a house. Didn't my Xijizu pick up a nugget of gold?"
"You found a nugget?" Mrs. Wu was so angry that she almost laughed: "Then your family is so lucky that you can even encounter such a thing."
Every time the storyteller at the market, he would make up a story about someone who found a nugget in the mountains, and then became rich overnight, bought a hundred acres of fertile land, and took back a beautiful concubine, which made the listeners have sweet dreams when they came back.
But their mountain can't be called a mountain, it's just a hilly land, every inch of land has been trampled by people, and there are no rivers nearby, so it's impossible to produce nugget gold.
"We are just lucky!" Seven-year-old Song Chengye shouted: "My sister said that there is a nugget in this place, and I'll pick up a piece to show you later."
Little Zhao couldn't stop him, and hurriedly pulled him and said: "What nonsense are you talking about, kid, let's go! Go to the front to find sour jujube."
Song Chengye was not convinced: "I'm not talking nonsense! That's what my sister said."
Song Xiyue glared at her brother fiercely: "You are so quick-mouthed!"
At this time, Chang'an heard the little cousin talking in his heart: [Stupid! He was the stupidest in his previous life! He has ruined so many good things for me. I can't tell this prodigal son anything from now on! ]
Changan blinked and looked at Song Chengye.
He is not only stupid, but also very bad. It turns out that even my cousin knows about it.
Xiao Zhao took her son and walked away, looking around and hitting things with the stick in her hand.
Song Yufeng followed closely behind with Song Xiyue, and before leaving, she glared at Wu.
She has always looked down on her third brother Song Sanshun, and even more so on this third sister-in-law. Not only is the family poor, but they have always been against her mother.
Now that the family has been divided, she hopes that Song Sanshun's family will not have enough food to eat and will be unlucky all their lives.
(End of this chapter)