Travel to ancient times and become rich women with your bestie

After dinner, it was getting late, so Aji and Agui packed up their things and rushed back to town while they could still see.

Duan Minmin told Aji what they had discussed in the afternoon and asked him to bring it along. Aji was confused as to why there were so many strange things. But since his master had given the order, he did not say much and just kept in mind what they wanted.

Before leaving, Aji, like an old nanny, pulled Mr. Jiang aside and gave him instructions for a long time, such as covering himself with a blanket at night, eating slowly, and remembering to drink water.

Zheng Yuan and Duan Minmin were jealous when they saw this, what a male mother.

Young Master Jiang couldn't stand his behavior anymore, so he pushed him out of the yard impatiently and slammed the door shut.

After Aji left the yard, he kept looking back every few steps until he could no longer see them, then he strode forward.

Today it was Zheng Yuan and Duan Minmin's turn to clean up and wash the dishes. After they finished cleaning up the other things, they wanted to lift the pot and then push over the crooked earthen stove.

But the more I looked at it, I found it quite artistic and I couldn't bear to tear it down. After all, it was the first stove we made, and the more I looked at it, the more I liked it. In the end, I just left it there, just in case I needed to make iron pot stewed chicken or pork in the future.

The next step was to deal with the uneaten meat and vegetables. Zheng Yuan couldn't help but feel a headache when he saw the pile of things in the corner. He despised himself in his heart. He had only lived a good life for a few days, but he started to complain about the excessive food. He was so proud that he forgot how bad the wild vegetable porridge tasted.

"Four Pillars, come here!"

After dinner, Sizhu went to the yard and pestered others to play with him. Dashu and Erhe were busy cleaning up the bones that had been dropped on the ground during the meal, so they had no time to pay attention to him. He ran to find his sisters, but they were also busy sewing and mending, so he was left to play by himself.

Mr. Jiang, the only one who was willing to play with him, couldn't even pick up a stone for a long time. Sizhu thought he was so stupid that he lost interest and continued to pester his two brothers.

When he heard Zheng Yuan calling him, he stopped bothering his two brothers, dropped the stone and rushed to the kitchen.

Humph! If you don't want to play with me, I'm going to find my mother!

"Mom, what's wrong?"

"Here, take this chicken and these two pieces of meat to your grandma."

"Ah? Why do you want me to send you off again?" Sizhu was a little reluctant.

"Hey! You kid, I asked you to run errands but you were unwilling to do it. If I don't ask you to do it, who else can do it? Look at the whole yard, you are the only idle person."

"Then Mr. Jiang is still idle." Sizhu grumbled unconvinced.

Zheng Yuan slapped him on the buttocks: "That's our God of Wealth. If you give mom five taels of silver every day and send me so many things, I will worship you. Besides, they are your grandparents or his grandparents. Isn't it normal for a grandson to respect his grandparents? Do you want to outsource your filial piety? Be careful that your father will come into your dreams at night and spank you!"

Sizhu was frightened by her, took the things and turned around and ran away, saying as he ran: "My grandparents will definitely take care of me, Mom, please don't let Dad spank me at night."

"Outsourcing filial piety? Yuanbao, you are amazing. You can use it for this. Hahahaha..."

"Stop laughing and come help us. We need to deal with these things before we go to bed."

Zheng Yuan planned to make the pork into oil-soaked meat as usual. They had almost eaten up the oil-soaked meat they bought last time, so it was a good time to make up for it. The spare ribs would be fried tonight and eaten tomorrow morning, and the chicken would be made into spicy chicken, which would be eaten in the next two days.

"Come, take your weapon. You are responsible for chopping these ribs into small pieces." Zheng Yuan handed Duan Minmin a kitchen knife and then handed the ribs to her.

She picked up another handful and started cutting the pork belly and lean meat, and then chopping the chicken.

Hearing the sounds of chopping meat coming from the kitchen, the girls put down the cloth in their hands and came in to help.

"You don't need to help. Your task is to help us make the clothes. We will take care of the rest."

Zheng Yuan and Duan Minmin drove the girls out. There was no need for so many people for such a small job. The kitchen was already hot, and with so many people crammed in, it was even hotter and stuffier.

"Taoer, we're going to make spicy chicken later. I'll teach you and you can be the chef." Thinking of making spicy chicken later, Zheng Yuan added another sentence.

"Okay! Auntie!" Taoer went out happily.

The old house of the Chen family.

Sizhu had gotten used to being sent back and forth to the Chen family's old house these days. He couldn't open the door while carrying a bunch of things, so he simply turned his back to the door and pushed it open with his butt raised: "Grandma! Grandpa!"

There was no one in the yard. The people of Old Chen's family were having dinner in the kitchen. They looked at the side dishes on the table and felt that they couldn't eat. In fact, the food of Old Chen's family was considered good in the village, but they had just eaten such a sumptuous meal at Zheng Yuan's house, and the food on their own table was a little not good enough.

Old Mrs. Chen also felt that the contrast was too painful and she had no appetite, but she couldn't show it on her face. She just taught him a lesson fiercely: "What, this food is not to your liking? Fine, whoever wants to cook it can do it in the future."

Naturally, the others did not dare to disobey the old lady, and hurriedly picked up their bowls and began to put the food into their mouths in big gulps.

Suddenly, the sound of Sizhu was heard, and everyone at the table raised their heads from their bowls, with a strong light flashing in their eyes.

Old Mrs. Chen couldn't bear to watch this bunch of useless people, but she still put down her bowls and chopsticks and walked out. The others didn't want to eat anymore, so they also put down their bowls and chopsticks and followed them out.

"Sizhu, why are you here at this time? Have you eaten? If not, come and eat with us."

"Grandma, I've eaten. Mom asked me to bring these things to you." Sizhu handed over the meat in his hand.

Zheng Yuan has made him a picky eater, so he doesn't like wild vegetable porridge. Even if he wants to eat wild vegetable porridge, he would rather eat the one made by his mother.

Seeing what was in Sizhu's hand, everyone in the yard was shocked again.

Although I know that Sizhu may be here to send something, this chicken, five or six pounds of pork belly. The second son's wife, even if the young master is here, can't be so wasteful, not to mention that these things belong to the young master. The whole family ate so much yesterday, and they sent so much more. What should I do if the young master blames me?

"Oh! Sizhu, why did your mother send so many things over here? Take them back quickly, we don't want them. What will your family do if that nobleman blames you?" Old lady Sizhu sent the things back.

"Grandma, it's okay. Manager Zhang sent a lot of food over here. We even had a goose this afternoon. There's still a lot left at home. We can't finish it all. My mother asked me to send it over because she was afraid it would go bad."

Although Sizhu said this, the old lady still felt a little uneasy. She took the meat and led Sizhu towards Zheng Yuan's house: "Come on, I'll go back with you."

No matter how Sizhu explained or struggled, the old lady just wouldn't listen and pulled him over there.

Sizhu had no choice but to follow him back. My god, it would have been better for you to come here yourself. You didn't send him off and came back again.

My son is so useless that he can’t even deliver the meat.

Watching the grandparents and grandchildren walk away, everyone in the Chen family sighed at the same time. The meat they had gotten was gone again. But no one thought that Old Lady Chen was wrong. She couldn't let the second son's family offend the noble because they wanted to help them.

"Let's go back and have dinner." said the old man.

A group of people returned to the kitchen and sat at the table. They picked up their bowls and looked at the porridge in the bowls, but they couldn't eat it. One by one, they picked up chopsticks and ate it in small bites. There was no more noise at the table.

Finally, even Mr. Chen put down his bowl, which still had half of the paste left, took out his pipe, put it in his mouth, and walked out with his hands behind his back. In his heart, he cursed himself for not being good enough, for being so greedy even at his old age, like a boy.