Farmhouse life after traveling back to ancient times

Du Wenxiu was still complaining in his heart, but Fang panicked and put away her arrogant attitude. She lowered her head and stood in front of the village chief, nodding and saying yes.

The village chief looked at Fang, sighed and said, "When you came to Taohua Village, you had nothing but a three or four-year-old child. The village elders felt sorry for you and took you in, allowing your family to build a shack on the edge of the village. Tell me, whose family had an easy life back then? I'll use the food I saved to help you."

"Old Lu is grateful and repays kindness. When he was alive, everyone in the village received his help. He also worked hard and earned this family business by himself before leaving. Over the years, you stayed at home and did not do any farming. Boss He also cultivated your land and gave you and your daughter some harvest every year."

"Now that Fang Hai is back and has married, everyone said your family's life will be better, but you caused such a thing again."

After the village chief spoke for a long time, he finally felt it was not a good idea to mention too much about the Lu family's past in front of the villagers. Then Fang Shi's face relaxed a little.

"Before there was no man in the family, you were more aggressive to guard the house tightly, and everyone knew it, but no one cared about it. You can't be like this in the future. You were also a gentle and virtuous daughter-in-law of the Lu family. Now that Fang Hai has returned home, you have your son to protect you, and no one dares to bully you. Although no one can say anything when a mother-in-law scolds her daughter-in-law, you must remember one thing: a harmonious family brings prosperity. You must cherish your blessings."

Fang lowered her head and responded to the village chief in a low voice, saying that she would never do this again.

In the past, no matter how aggressive Fang was, she would ask the village chief for protection when she encountered problems she couldn't handle. But now that she had her own problems, she didn't dare to offend the village chief even if she was scolded.

The village chief gave Du Wenxiu a few more instructions, asking her to give in if possible, considering how hard it had been for Fang to raise two children over the years, and not to argue about right and wrong in everything.

After all, Fang is an elder. Even if she made some mistakes, she shouldn't make it public and make a fool of herself.

Du Wenxiu also blessed himself again and again and made a promise that satisfied the village chief.

After the incident, everyone dispersed.

Fang stood in the courtyard wiping her tears, not knowing what she was thinking.

The words of the village chief just now brought back Qiao'er's thoughts. Thinking of the difficult days the mother and daughter had gone through in the past few years, she went over and pulled Fang's sleeve and cried with her.

Du Wenxiu put the bag back to the east wing and wanted to say a few soft words to Fang, but he was afraid that she would raise her hand to hit him.

I went into the kitchen, lit a fire and cooked, washed the noodles and vegetables I had dug yesterday, put a little oil in the wok, put the noodles and vegetables in, stir-fried them for a few times, then scooped some water and poured it in.

Then use half a bowl of white flour, add a little salt, and pour some water to make a slightly thick paste. When the water boils, use chopsticks to pinch it off little by little and put it into the boiling water.

After the batter in the bowl is used up, add some clean water to rinse the bowl, stir the batter on the edge of the bowl with clean water and pour it all in.

Add salt to the soup and taste it to see if it is salty enough. When the noodles are ready, it's time to eat.

Du Wenxiu filled a bowl with noodles, picked up his chopsticks, and walked out of the kitchen. He saw that Fang was no longer in the yard. Perhaps she had been pulled into the main room by Qiao'er.

Putting the bowl on the small table at the kitchen door, Du Wenxiu wiped her hands with her apron and pushed open the half-open door of the main room. In the dimly lit room, lying on the kang facing inwards, wasn't that Fang?

Du Wenxiu walked forward, leaned over and sat a little on the edge of the kang, stretched out his hand and pushed Fang: "Mom, don't be angry, you are a magnanimous person, don't argue with me. Fang Hai is not at home these days, and your sister is still young, and there is no one to comfort you, be careful not to get angry and get sick."

Fang ignored her, so she tugged at Fang's shoulder again: "I made dumpling soup today, and put half a bowl of white flour in it. It's so delicious. Hurry up and eat. If you don't want to eat, I'll eat it all myself. I've been digging bamboo shoots in the back mountain for so long, I must be hungry."

Seeing that Fang still didn't say anything, Du Wenxiu stood up and walked out, muttering as he walked: "I know that mother loves me and wants me to eat more. I'm not a hypocritical person, so I can't let mother down."

As soon as he stepped out of the door, Fang jumped up from the kang, put on her shoes and went out of the main room.

Sure enough, when Fang saw Du Wenxiu reaching out for the bowl of thick dumpling soup on the table, she felt a pain in her heart - this spendthrift daughter-in-law had added a lot of white flour.

Fang deliberately cleared her throat in the back. When Du Wenxiu saw her come out, she smiled, went to the kitchen to get two more bowls, and sat down with Qiao'er to eat with Fang.

While eating, she heard a lot of people coming outside. Qiao'er ran to the door with her bowl in her hand and saw several horse-drawn carriages loaded with things parked in front of her neighbor Aunt Lu's house. Several men who looked like servants were ordering the people to unload the carriages.

There were also a few old women and maids shouting and clamoring, asking them to be careful not to dirty the brocade quilt, the blue and white teacup, the fine gauze curtain, and even to bring a chamber pot.

A lot of rice, flour, vegetables, meat and other things were unloaded from the car behind. Qiao'er stared at them in amazement. If she hadn't been holding the bowl by her mouth, she would have drooled by now.

Du Wenxiu's son put down his bowl and came over to join in the fun. When he saw the scene, he guessed that it was probably Yulan's sister who was a concubine who had returned.

Just as I was thinking about it, a delicate maid ran out in small steps and said through the car window that everything was ready at home and my aunt could get off the car now.

The servant placed a footstool in front of the car, and a pregnant woman with a big belly got out of the car. She was dressed in gold and silver jewelry, and looked about 70% similar to Yulan, but with rounder cheeks, which made her look more charming, but not as fragile as Yulan.

Perhaps she noticed someone peeping, so the pregnant woman turned her head, saw her aunt and sister-in-law, smiled as a greeting, and then entered the house with the careful service of the old woman and maid.

After people entered the hospital, there was no more excitement to watch, so Du Wenxiu pulled Qiao'er back home and couldn't help but wonder: looking at that belly, she must be at least seven or eight months pregnant. There was a sister in the same department in the company who didn't take maternity leave until she was about to give birth. When she was seven or eight months pregnant, her belly seemed to be almost the same as Yulan's sister.

But why would a pregnant woman who is about to give birth go back to her parents' home now? Aren't you afraid of giving birth to the baby there? If she was forced to come back, she would have brought so many things with her, and there would be maids and servants to serve her.

Du Wenxiu was gossiping about other people's families while cleaning the kitchen.

The pot and bowl were washed, and the firewood was put away. I was busy when the yard door was pushed open with a creak.

Hearing the sound of Qiao'er chatting with someone outside, Du Wenxiu packed up his things and came out to see that it was Yulan.

"Your sister is back, and you are not at home to accompany her. Why are you hanging out at my house?" Du Wenxiu asked curiously.

Yulan pursed her lips, looking unhappy.

Perhaps because they both shared the same secret, Yulan felt that Du Wenxiu was much closer to her.

"She came back and not only occupied my parents' main house, but also kicked me out and wouldn't let me live at home." As she spoke, she actually had a crying voice.