I was divorced because I got pregnant during the lean years, so I went back to my parents’ home and

Ming'er came over with a bucket of water and looked at Ji Xiaobei in disbelief.

How could a man do such work? Her father never did housework, and no man in the village did housework either.

Housework is women's job.

Sister Xiaobei actually asked her cousin to help wash the pot. She stared blankly at the youngest boy who was wearing a long gown and had a calm face.

She was afraid that the young master would refuse and Sister Xiaobei would lose face, so she hurriedly said, "Sister Xiaobei, I can just brush it. It's not convenient for him to wear it."

"No, Miss Ming'er, let me do it!" As he said that, he took the pot-scrubbing brush from Ming'er's hand and put a bucket of water into the pot.

Ming'er was so heartbroken that he wanted to cry. The water had been finally settled, but he used it to wash the pot.

"Tomorrow, don't do this kind of rough work anymore. Don't rough your hands. Go and deliver the silk thread I bought to Haixia's mother. In the afternoon, you can weave bracelets with Haixia and the others in the ancestral hall."

Ji Xiaobei said.

Ming'er nodded, took the silk thread and quickly walked out of the yard.

A man in a silk gown, with his hair tied around his neck, was hunched over the stove, washing.

Lin came out of the house, saw this scene, and hurriedly retreated back into the house.

What is Xiaobei doing? Let Xiaoyao wash the pot. After all, he is her savior.

It's really strange to see a man washing pot!

"I'm done, cousin!" Xiaoyao put down the brush and said, "I have a question, but I don't know if I should ask it or not."

"Don't ask, don't ask!"

Fu Jichang: Yes, she is very straightforward, you can’t beat around the bush, and you can’t be polite to her.

He coughed twice and said, "Cousin, how do you know my name is Xiaoyao? This is my nickname. You should just call me Fu Jichang from now on!"

Ji Xiaobei was stunned. It turned out that this guy’s name was really Xiaoyao. When he was a child, his mother knew that he had a good waist?

“I am the youngest in my family…”

Ji Xiaobei: This waist is not that one!

"Ya, let me tell you, in our village, we usually call people by nicknames, Tiedan, Goudan, Maodan, Tieqiu, etc. You are my distant cousin now, and you and Ma Haixia are cousins, so there is nothing wrong with us calling you by your nickname."

Ji Xiaobei sorted out the relationship and suddenly realized that there was a particularly big loophole.

Xiaoyao and Ma Haixia are cousins, why do they have different surnames?

Yes, they are cousins ​​with different surnames! It is not impossible.

Fu Jichang glared at Ji Xiaobei angrily, thinking that he and Tiedan, the snot-nosed boy in the village, were the same type of people.

"In the future, when you have nothing to do, help wash the pots and dishes. Girls' hands will become rough easily if they do rough work!" Ji Xiaobei added.

Fu Jichang looked down at his own greasy white hands and suppressed his anger. He felt like a tiger in dire straits being bullied by a dog. Humph!

Just do it before the class starts!

Otherwise, every time you eat, you will be tortured by Lin's blade. Although you have paid for the meal, you can't do anything if she tortures you.

Heita helped to deliver the meals, and would help to reclaim land in the afternoon. Fu Jichang washed the pots and dishes, and Lin looked at him with a little more tenderness.

"Tomorrow morning, you take Shitou and the others to practice martial arts first!"

"Miss Ji, I have to go to the Strait to earn money..." Fu Jichang rubbed his hands.

"I was the one who invited Haixia here, but you came here on your own initiative. The situation is different, so you don't get any salary..." Ji Xiaobei said with a straight face.

Humph! No way I'm going to get paid.

"Cousin, you are such an impatient person. What I mean is that Haixia eats at the host's house and lives at the host's house. You drew a circle to record something and still asked the host for money. How shameless!"

Fu Jichang paced in the yard with his hands behind his back to show his loyalty.

Ma Haixia came over to get something. As soon as he reached the door, he heard Xiaoyao insulting him. He was so angry.

"Xiaoyao, how can you talk like that? I am a teacher, and it is only natural for me to pay tuition. Since ancient times, Confucius and Mencius have required teachers to pay homage. The ancients said..." Ma Haixia spoke fluently and said a lot.

Fu Jichang felt a little dizzy and sleepy. He really couldn't stand the teacher's nagging.

"Okay, you two are cousins ​​now, go inside and discuss who is older, so as to avoid being laughed at by the villagers for being disrespectful."

Ji Xiaobei leaned against the wall, holding a handful of hair roots, squinting his eyes and chewing.

In spring, the fields are full of hairy roots. Xiaohua's Tiedan and his friends go to dig the roots every day, wipe off the dirt on them with their hands, and eat them with relish.

"Pah, pah, pah, it's not delicious at all!" Ji Xiaobei threw away the hair roots in his hand.

Alas! Nowadays, children are not allowed to eat too much sugar for fear of damaging their teeth.

Children in ancient times would smile happily while eating a single hair root.

Just as I was thinking about it, I saw Ma Haixia coming out of the house with disheveled hair, folded arms, red face, tears in her eyes, looking like a young wife who had been bullied.

It's obvious that the argument was lost!

Immediately afterwards, Fu Jichang walked out proudly like a victorious rooster.

"Cousin, I will be your eldest cousin from now on!" Xiaoyao smiled with a pair of dark eyes.

Ji Xiaobei: This man is quite handsome, but his temperament lies mainly in his waist. He still lacks a little bit of charm.

"Brother Yaozi, come and help me lift this table!" Ma Haixia shouted at Fu Jichang with a provocative look on his face.

Fu Jichang: ...

Ji Xiaobei: Hahahaha, I have never been able to say that out loud. Teacher Haixia is really a qualified substitute for my words.

Over at the ancestral hall, the bracelet-making work has been carried out in full swing.

Teacher Haixia, who served as a technical instructor and also did odd jobs, realized that a table was missing, so he took the initiative to run back and wanted to move the table in the corner to the ancestral hall.

There were still a few stools missing, so Ji Xiaobei asked Heita to cut down a tree and make one.

Heita went there happily, did his work, and could then eat happily in the evening.

Haixia and Brother Yaozi carried the table to the ancestral hall, and Ji Xiaobei followed them with the beads in his hand.

There were a few old ladies under the big locust tree outside the ancestral hall, holding needle and thread baskets in their arms, and looking for a place to sit with their butts sticking out.

On weekdays, the old ladies like to stay at the entrance of the village, doing needlework, gossiping and chatting.

How did he get to the gate of the ancestral hall?

Ji Xiaobei had a face full of black lines. He really didn't want to have any contact with the old women. The younger ones were okay, but the older ones would pull people aside and ask questions endlessly, as if they would ask about every aspect of their ancestors for eight generations.

There were strangers in the village, and the whole family stayed in the ancestral hall. The old women came to watch the fun.

Haixia and Brother Yaozi carried the table and walked forward without looking around.

The two old ladies murmured:

"Sister-in-law, look, this is the distant nephew of Daniu's wife. I've never seen that tall and skinny guy before, but he looks pretty good."

"I heard he was a cripple. Such a good child, but he was ruined. It's really..."