Chapter 90： reconnect

Zhu Lan smiled, "In the future, I will have more contacts with my family, so naturally, I need to prepare more gifts."

Xuehan was stunned, "Mom, when did Dad say that!"

Zhulan pointed at the things in the box, "Tell mother about these things, your father is determined to reconcile with the clan, it is difficult to support a single tree, there are too few people with only us, and the clan cannot lose its roots."

Zhulan didn't expect to teach her daughter all at once, she had to figure out many things herself.

When she first came, she didn't have a strong sense of the ancient clan, as did Zhou Shuren. Many things only depended on herself, but after the patriarch helped give the ladder, they slowly understood and became more aware of the importance of the clan. , Even if the clan does not have capable people, it is quite bluffing in Shili Ba Village.

Inevitably, the husband of the original body has a high spirit of a scholar, and with the resentment of the previous generation, there is no way to ease it, and he gradually distances himself from the clan. Although she and Zhou Shuren have never talked, but for the sake of Zhou Shuren and the children, they all think about it. It means to reconnect with the clan.

Zhou Shuren came back this time because he wanted to take advantage of the New Year's ceremony to visit.

After half an hour, the things were divided, and some fabrics were left for gifts and for the mother's family. The rest of the bamboo orchids were divided according to the population to save trouble, the food was distributed to the mother's, and the rest was just put away.

The four boxes were not made of good wood. Zhou Shuren didn’t want to show off his wealth, so he didn’t dare to buy them, but they were quite sturdy. I didn’t keep one of the bamboo orchids. Rong Chuan didn’t have any boxes in his house to move one. The old family moved one more, and Zhao didn’t. The dowry box was moved to one, and the one in the house was bought by the second child of the married couple. As for the bad smell in the box, I had to deal with it myself.

Bamboo orchid has been cuddled up in the winter and hasn't worked for a long time. After a while, she felt sore all over. Just as she was about to send the fabrics and things distributed to her second son's house, Mrs. Li ran in with a gust of wind, "Mother, you are too diligent. Now, I even ran back here to help you score!"

Zhulan counted the distance to go to her in-law's house, with a sullen face, Mrs. Li hurried back to her parents' house to get the money, she silently pointed to the pile of the most, "These belong to your family, you can take them back when you come back. The box is also divided, boss, move it back!"

Boss Zhou knew who his mother-in-law was, and he never disliked it. He thought that the Li family was pretty good, so he smiled without shame in front of his mother: "Mother, I just happened to say something to my mother. Well, tomorrow we want to go to town."

Zhulan also knew in her heart that she had money and wanted to honor her elders to surprise her, "Okay, I see."

Mrs. Li was not busy moving to her own family, but instead smiled, "Mother, I'll send it to my younger brother and sister first."

Zhulan, "...Go."

This is because she is afraid that she will give Zhao's more things to look at by sending it over!

Boss Zhou blushed, lowered his head and carried the box away quickly. He had no choice for his wife. One side was his mother and the other was his mother-in-law. Experience told him that it was better to leave quickly.

Zhulan stared blankly at the eldest's agile appearance, but she really didn't see it. The eldest has his own way of survival for the relationship between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law.

Li shi happily hugged the fabric and went out, and came back in a short while with a big mouth. Her mother-in-law was really not partial. She had discussed with the boss about buying silver hairpins. It hurts to death, but now she feels straight, and happily moves her home When she returned to the house, she had to hurry up and hide the money.

At noon, Zhou Shuren woke up from hunger. Zhulan asked Mrs. Li to boil chicken soup and put ginseng whiskers in it, and made hand-rolled noodles for Zhou Shuren.

After lunch, the two reading sons looked at their father eagerly. They were thinking about writing, ink, paper and inkstone all morning, and they dared not go to the main room.