The moon falling to the ground

Jian Yue refused resolutely: "Auntie, even if you give me money, I can't keep it. It's better not to give it to others than to give it to others."

Aunt Yang was stunned for a moment before she realized that the others Jian Yue was referring to were Jian Dacheng and his wife. She didn't know what to say about Zhaodi's situation, so she sighed: "Zhaodi, you have done us such a great favor, and we would feel bad if we don't give you something in return."

Jian Yue thought for a moment and said, "Auntie, I need a bag. It doesn't matter what kind of cloth it is, as long as it is strong and resistant to dirt."

Aunt Yang perked up instantly: "My needlework is pretty good. What kind do you want? I will definitely make it for you."

So Jian Yue drew a simple diagram on the ground, and then repeatedly demonstrated it with a cloth.

Aunt Yang nodded repeatedly: "Okay! I can do it. When you come over to boil the medicine tomorrow, see if I did it right. If not, you can correct it in time."

After drinking the medicine, Jian Yue went home carrying a basket full of wild vegetables.

Jian Dacheng and his wife had not returned yet. Jian Xiaohe had to rely on the cakes that Qian had left for her to eat all day. There was no water in the jar, so she had to carry a bucket to fetch water.

By chance, she met the villagers who helped her bring water home last time. This time, the villagers acted as if they didn't see her, fetched water, carried it on their shoulders and walked away.

Jian Xiaohe stomped her feet in anger.

Miser! Will I die if I help you?

[The poisonous tongue below: The saying that good intentions are not rewarded is fully reflected in you. ]

Jian Xiaohe waited for a long time and finally waited for an old lady to come and fetch water. She asked her to help her bring up half a bucket of water.

This time, no one helped her get home. Jian Xiaohe staggered with every step, sweating profusely from exhaustion.

When I got home, half of the water in the bucket had spilled out, and my hands were red and painful.

Jian Xiaohe cried out of grievance.

In the past two days, she has shed more tears than in a year.

Jian Yue was very happy that Jian Dacheng and his wife did not come back because she had the opportunity to deal with ginseng and Ganoderma lucidum.

Jian Xiaohe saw Jian Yue was furious, as if she had found an outlet for all the grievances she had suffered that day, and said viciously, "You still remember to come back? Why don't you die outside?"

Jian Yue curled her lips: "I won't die even if you die."

Jian Xiaohe was so angry that she wanted to attack again, but Jian Yue waved the machete in her hand at her, scaring Jian Xiaohe so much that she turned around and ran into the house and closed the door.

Jian Yue put down her backpack and went to fetch water twice. She only fetched half a bucket each time so as not to tire herself out.

The backpack was placed at the kitchen door. If Jian Xiaohe turned it over curiously, she would find ginseng and ganoderma lucidum hidden under the wild vegetables. Unfortunately, she never paid much attention to the wild vegetables.

Jian Dacheng and his wife were not at home, so Jian Yue had a lot of room to maneuver. She first cleaned the ginseng and ganoderma, cut off the ones she would use, and quietly climbed the ladder to hang the rest on the roof.

Then she pulled out a pheasant from her backpack, which she had caught on the mountain after drugging it.

I'm having ginseng chicken soup tonight.

Jian Yue boiled some water and prepared the pheasant skillfully.

In the past, the original owner had always prepared the chickens for the Jian family, so Jian Yue was very familiar with the process. She quickly prepared the pheasant and buried the inedible internal organs and chicken feathers in the backyard.

Then, remove the chicken breast and chicken legs, and make soup with the chicken rack, chicken wings, chicken necks, chicken heads, chicken livers and chicken gizzards.

Ginseng chicken soup was simmering in a clay pot. She cut the chicken into thin strips and stir-fried it, then added sour berries and brown sugar to make the sauce sweet and sour.

Smelling the aroma coming from the kitchen, Jian Xiaohe's mouth was salivating with greed. She couldn't help but walk out of the room and quietly approached the kitchen. Seeing the meat fried by Jian Yue, she became even more greedy.

Jian Yue had noticed her coming, but ignored her. She was rolling noodles by hand and cutting them into thin pieces to make chicken noodle soup later.

Jian Xiaohe coughed, but Jian Yue acted as if she didn't hear it and didn't even raise her head.

Jian Xiaohe coughed twice again, but Jian Yue still didn't look at her.

Jian Xiaohe couldn't help it: "Bitch...Jian Zhaodi, what kind of meal did you cook?"

Jian Yue finally raised her head and glanced at her: "Does it have anything to do with you?"

"Ah? Didn't you cook for me again?" Jian Xiaohe thought of what happened last night, and she was anxious and angry. She had been relying on cakes to fill her stomach since last night, and she was tired of eating them. Besides, her mother only left her four or five cakes, which were not enough to fill her up. She was already starving.

Jian Yue said in a calm voice: "Why should I cook for you? Who are you to me?"

"I'm your sister!" Jian Xiaohe blurted out.

Jian Yue looked at her steadily, with no emotion in her eyes: "Have you ever treated me as a sister?"

Jian Xiaohe's expression changed slightly.

Jian Yue sneered, with sarcasm in her eyes: "Let me think, what am I in your mouth? Jian Zhaodi? Bitch? Stinky beggar, money-loser? In my memory, you have never called me sister."

Jian Xiaohe blushed and was speechless.

What Jian Zhaodi said was all right. She had never considered Jian Zhaodi as her elder sister. Her mother had taught her all the time since she was a child and treated Jian Zhaodi as a servant. She was just a maid in the Jian family.

Jian Xiaohe suddenly realized that Jian Zhaodi was also his parents’ child, so why did his parents treat her so... differently?

She doesn't know and she doesn't understand.

"You can eat if you want." Jian Yue said, "But there is no free dinner in the world. If you want to eat, you have to pay for it."

With her current appetite, she couldn't eat a whole chicken. The weather was too hot and it was difficult to store the chicken, so she could exchange the leftovers for some money.

Jian Xiaohe swallowed unconsciously: "How much?"

"Half a plate of shredded chicken, a bowl of noodles, and one penny of silver."

"One penny!" Jian Xiaohe gasped and said angrily, "Why didn't you go and rob? The flour, oil, salt and seasonings were all from home, and only the pheasant was brought back by you. By the way, where did you get the pheasant?"

"Eat it if you want or not!" Jian Yue turned around and walked to the stove and scooped out the shredded chicken.

Lifting the lid of the pot, the aroma filled her nose. Jian Xiaohe couldn't resist the temptation and finally compromised: "Okay, I'll give you one penny. But half a plate of shredded chicken must be pure meat, no vegetables."

"Write a certificate."

"Ah?" Jian Xiaohe didn't understand.

"Use a pen and paper to write down proof that you bought the food. Don't let it turn into shit when you eat it, and then come back and accuse me of stealing your money."

"You!" Jian Xiaohe was so angry. Isn't it disgusting to talk about shit and urine at a meal stall? Besides, is her character so bad?

Jian Yue answered her with certainty: Yes!

Jian Xiaohe went back to her room angrily to write a certificate. She had learned calligraphy from her elder brother, so she could write a certificate.

When Jian Yue received Jian Xiaohe's certificate and the silver coin, she saw that it was written: I used one penny of silver to buy the meal made by Jian Zhaodi. This is proof. Jian Xiaohe was signed in the lower right corner.

Jian Yue twitched her lips. The font was uneven, crooked, and there were a few typos. Fortunately, the main idea was clear.

Jian Xiaohe kept staring at the pottery jar and didn't realize that Jian Yue could read.

"Is that chicken soup in the pot?" she asked.

Jian Yue smiled...