Chapter 6

"If we can find a rich family, we will not lose the child. She will be able to live a smooth life for the rest of her life." Deng Dalang thinks that the Lin family is really a little poor. He knows the temperament of her son. If the girl of the Lin family wants to supplement her mother's family, she is afraid that her silly son will be happy to take out all the money.

"However, I have to discuss this with your mother. Besides, both Jingu and youzhao are still young. I don't want to be in a hurry for a while. I want to take Jingu to be a peddler for a few more years. When I'm loose, I can do anything."

When Deng Jinling saw that her father had let go, she stopped talking about Lin Siya, and only picked up some nice stories. They were just the biographies of the three generations of the Zhou family. In addition, all the daughters of the Zhou family got married well. Thanks to the help of the two eldest daughters of the Zhou family, she said that she wanted to add a few more acres of dry land in a few days. She also said that her aunt planned to let Zhou recruit her cousin to learn how to raise silkworms There's a craft that you can do well in your mother-in-law's family in the future.

Deng Dalang more launched heart: "if you can really let and recruit to learn a craft to also good, in the future went to the mother-in-law's family, also can be looked up at by the mother-in-law's family."

Deng Jinling happily replied: "Hey, Dad, don't worry. I'll remind my aunt later."

Why does Deng Jinling talk about it? Because the Zhou family lives in Shunshui village, which is not far from the town. Sun Cuihua often goes to the town to buy a needle and thread. Deng Jinling has contacts with sun Cuihua from time to time.

"But then again, when your elder sister was changing parents, there was no way. When you got married, your parents at least prepared two acres of dry land for you as a dowry. The girls of the Zhou family knew that they often subsidized your mother's family. Why don't you know how to subsidize your mother's family? Don't blame your mother's anger when she saw you."

Speaking of this, Deng Dalang took another puff of dry tobacco and said again, "it's not about how much you can really make up. Anyway, you're climbing out of your mother's belly. It's your father's hard work to raise you up. You should have filial piety."

"Dad, you don't know that my mother-in-law is so stingy that I can't touch half of her copper plate." Deng Jinling also said: "that stall was opened by my parents in law. Both I and the leader were there to help."

Deng Dalang looked at her and frowned slightly. How could his second daughter be so stupid.

He didn't have the heart to say anything to Deng Jinling. He just bent his head and concentrated on smoking dry tobacco, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Lin Anxin knew nothing about it. At this time, she was lying in bed worrying about how to survive in ancient times.

The first thing to do is to tear off the label of the child's daughter-in-law, and then, I don't know how the original owner's family treated her.

Because, in the memory of the original owner, every year during the Chinese new year, Deng Jingu accompanied her back to lunch on the second day of junior high school, and went back to her mother's home for the holidays? That doesn't exist.

The dinner was sent to her room by Deng Jingu, and there was Ji Chunhua's abusive voice outside.

"Siya, I'm eating."

Deng Jingu brought her a bowl of pumpkin porridge, in which the grains of rice were almost invisible, and on it was a large chopstick of leeks.

Lin Anxin pondered how to get rid of the Deng family, and heard Deng Jingu say: "I can't steal the steamed stuffed bun for you, but I'll keep the meat for you. You'll get more oil when you're sick."

"Eat for yourself!" She reached for the bowl and looked down at the pumpkin porridge.

In fact, Lin Anxin is very picky. She doesn't like all kinds of vegetables, especially pumpkin and gourd.

She frowned slightly.

"But no appetite? I remember my mother made some pickled cucumbers. I'll go and get some for you. " Deng Jingu said and ran out quickly.

This dinner, Lin Anxin on pickled cucumbers, frowning to eat her most annoying pumpkin dinner, eating while complaining that through the God must be stepmother.

Otherwise, why do other people wear a survival weapon, which can be forced to fly, and she is labeled as a child daughter-in-law as soon as she wears it.

Lin Anxin, who was barely satisfied with his stomach, had a disease, and soon fell asleep.

She didn't know that the couple were talking about her.

Ji Chunhua came in from the outside after taking a bath and saw Deng Dalang sitting on the edge of the bed smoking dry cigarettes again. She said, "I said Dalang, why did you smoke again? Do you know that you cough more and more in the middle of the night?"

Deng Dalang did not care about a smoke: "sooner or later is to go to see the ancestors, how to smoke more, you don't nag, listen to the people."

Finish saying, he also very proud of spit out a smoke ring son, and Chong Jichun flower way: "in this Shangtang village, my smoke ring son spit best most circle, most difficult to disperse."

"What's the use? Can you make a copper plate? " Ji Chunhua tired of hand in front of the nose fan, and went to the window to open the window.

"Don't open the window. There are many mosquitoes in autumn at night. It's very itchy to bite people. Now it's not as hot as before. Make do with it." Deng Dalang put the dry cigarette end on his sole and knocked: "I don't smoke any more. You are in the eye of money."

"If I don't hold the money tightly, my family will be hungry." Ji Chunhua gently fanned with a big cattail fan and glanced at the closed window.Deng Dalang didn't let the window open. She didn't say much, or she forced the window open.

"Here, Husheng, put it away!" Deng Dalang handed her a small money bag.

Ji Chunhua picked it up and said, "why so few?"

"Nowadays, silver is more and more difficult to earn. Today, Jinling says that tax will be increased next year."

Ji Chunhua poured out the coin in the money bag and counted it. She found that it was only forty years old, and her brows were even more twisted: "today, I earned sixty or seven Wen?"

"Well, in the past, you can earn dozens of Wen a day, and you can spend more than ten liang of silver a year. This year, we are more and more short of money. If I were alone, I would not be able to find the six or seven Wen."

Today, Deng Jingu helped to run for more than half a day, only to find 67 Wen Qian Xiaoli.

"What can we do, master? Why don't we feed more pigs?" Ji Chunhua was more and more depressed.

"Come on, one pig has to eat a lot, people eat less, how much capital do we have to invest in two pigs?" Deng Dalang shakes his head. Every year, he saves dozens of Jin of his family's new year's meat. At the beginning of the year, his relatives have to send a few Jin of bacon. In this way, he can eat less and less.

"If not, next year more ducks will be fed. When the early rice is harvested, Siya will take the golden lock to feed the ducks, which will save a lot of food. Ducks lay eggs more diligently than chickens. They can bear to put them. They can sell salted duck eggs or preserved eggs. If there are too many eggs, they can't sell them. They can only put them in bad condition."

Yanghe county area has been popular such a saying, eggs can not do salted or preserved eggs, otherwise, it will lose their descendants!

Ji Chunhua is a pure ancients, who believe in this one very much.

Deng Dalang's hand with the dry tobacco pole gave a slight pause.

"At home, you feed pigs and raise ducks. You have to wait for half an acre of vegetable land and do laundry and cooking. If you ask Siya to take the golden lock to release the ducks, I'm afraid you will be tired. At that time, the gain is not worth the loss. It's not right, it's not right."

Deng Dalang thinks that no matter feeding chickens or ducks, they all earn less and lose more.

Ji Chunhua looked at Deng Dalang and was very happy: "I've been married to you for decades, but it's the first time I've heard you love me like this."

"However, Siya is getting older and older. In a few years, she will get married with Jingu. At that time, she will tell Jinsuo about her daughter-in-law. If Siya gives birth to a baby, she will spend more money at home. It's not enough to rely on this money."

Ji Chunhua is made of iron. No one can do so many things.

Deng Dalang followed her meaning and said: "yes, Jin Gu can't stay at home. Let Si ya do the job of beating pig grass in the future. Let Jin Gu run more. When the two of us get married, we still have to put wine in our house. In recent years, we've also spread a lot of human debt, so we should collect it. Otherwise, we'll have to pay for it."

Deng Dalang's words are right. Ji Chunhua is more and more worried after hearing this: "in which year, relatives and neighbors should not give up a couple of taels of money to do favor."

"Well, we have to think of a better way. Otherwise, we can't live any longer. Don't talk about asking for a good daughter-in-law for Jinsuo. I'm afraid it's getting harder now."

How tight the money is this year, Ji Chunhua, who is in charge of money, knows best.

"We're making a lot of money, but we don't have land or industry. Every morning when the door is opened, there are several mouths waiting to eat. Anyway, this vegetable field belongs to our family. When we buy rice, we cook it with vegetables. It's just that the price of rice in January is higher than that in January this year."

When it comes to family expenses, spring flowers are the first two.

Deng Dalang looked up at her, took off his shoes, climbed to the bed and sat down.

"Well, unless I stop being a peddler, where can I get the extra money to buy land? Besides, there are still several mouths to eat at home. "

Ji Chunhua sighed after hearing this: "if we had married Jinchai in the town like Zhaodi, we would have been able to make up for her mother's family. Alas!"

Deng Dalang's eyes flashed a light, and then said: "no, change of marriage, change of marriage, take the big one for one who can't work, although can do some housework, but in the end can't compare with our Jinchai!"

"Who called our golden drum skin? It fell into the water. I owe it to my family to save it. Otherwise, my son, I'm afraid the grass at the head of the grave will be one person tall now." Ji Chunhua is grateful to Lin Shunhe for saving Deng Jingu.

Deng Dalang also sighed: "if Jin Chai married better that day, just like your cousin's daughters, if she could leak out from her fingers, it would be enough for her mother's family not to worry about food and drink."

"Yes, at that time, our Jinchai was more beautiful than Jinling's dead girl!" Ji Chunhua is more or less unwilling to save her life. She thinks it's Jinchai's life.

"Can not, also we good, four ya when kiss daughter to keep." Deng Dalang's words are light, but he turns a corner in the Spring Festival.

Ji Chunhua said happily: "Siya is an honest child. Although I often scold her, since she came to our house, I haven't touched her finger at all. I just think that the child is too young to be crooked. She should take care of Jingu first. In the future, she will know how to take care of my Jingu."