After the separation, the family had a lot of fish and meat every day, and the best was furious

Take out a white melon and stir-fry it with the meat, then make a dish of braised pork and a pot of pork ribs soup.

The aroma of the braised pork directly lured Shen Jizu out. In the name of studying, he never went to work in the fields. He stayed at home every day holding a book or sleeping.

Lunch time had passed before Shen Dali's family started cooking, and there was a smell of meat.

Shen Jizu was holding a book in his hand and reading in the yard: "Friends from afar, come..."

While reading his eyes, he looked at Lin Ting who was cooking.

The moment he saw Lin Ting open the lid of the pot, he couldn't sit still. If it weren't for the fence blocking him, he would have reached into the pot to get it.

"Lin Ting, you haven't eaten yet, what delicious food have you made?"

Lin Ting turned over the roasted pork in the pot. She added cinnamon, bay leaves and sugar. Just the smell could make people drool.

"Yes, Xiaobao is too skinny, so I bought some meat to cook for her. Uncle wouldn't want to compete with a child for food, would he?"

Shen Jizu fiddled with the book in his hand for a while, his eyes and heart full of anticipation for Lin Ting to invite him over for dinner.

But Lin Ting didn't do as he imagined. If he said he wanted to eat, he would become the one who snatched food from the children. As a scholar, he couldn't afford to lose face.

"How is that possible? I just came to take a look."

Shen Jizu swallowed his saliva and walked away, looking back every few steps. He thought that Xu and Shen Rou had also gone to the county, and it would be great if they could buy him some meat when they came back.

How could Shen Jizu's little thoughts escape Lin Ting's keen eyes?

Seeing that the firewood on the stove was gone, Lin Ting turned around and went to the back of the house to get firewood, only to find that there were two more loads of firewood that was almost burned out.

She remembered that Shen Dali and Yang Xiuxiu did not go to chop firewood, so who chopped these two loads of firewood and gave them to them?

Shen Qingzhou is at home. He will know the answer after asking Shen Qingzhou later.

After the meal was ready, the family enjoyed delicious white rice and meat, which was a life they had never dared to imagine before.

Lin Ting only dared to let his family eat such meaty dishes after feeding them fried dishes for a few days, otherwise they would have diarrhea.

"Shen Qingzhou, who helped us chop the firewood behind the house?"

Lin Ting asked while eating.

"It's Shen Zhuang and Shen Cong."

They turned out to be Shen Zuxiong's two sons, one was nineteen years old and the other seventeen, and they were Shen Qingzhou's cousins.

The two brothers rarely get involved in family disputes, but they are much more hardworking than their parents.

They had studied for a few years, but neither of them was good at studying, so Shen's mother simply asked them to go home and work so as not to waste money.

"It turns out to be Shen Zhuang and Shen Cong. These two kids are very nice to Qingzhou and know how to help him." Shen Dali said.

In Lin Ting's memory, these two people were indeed good to Shen Qingzhou, and they had never had a quarrel with Lin Ting in the past four years.

They also took Shen Wanyi with them and called her sister-in-law, but unfortunately she had no say in this family.

"Let's call them over for dinner tonight. Those two loads of firewood will keep us burning for a long time."

Shen Qingzhou had no objection. His own condition was not good, and if there were any major events in the future, he would have to rely on his brothers.

"There's one more thing. We need to build a new house. Now that we have a way to make some money, I want to build a house with blue bricks and tiles in a month."

"Let's wait and see. I don't know if the village chief has helped us get the land deed. Without the government's approval, we can't build a house in the vegetable field."

What Shen Dali said was right, but he did not agree with what Lin had heard, which was to build a green brick and tile house.

He wanted to save some money for Qingzhou to treat his leg. Even if everyone said there was no hope in the end, he was willing to go for it.

"I'll go ask the village chief later. Grandma is at home taking care of Wanyi."

Lin Ting is an impatient person. Whatever she does, she wants to do it neatly and efficiently. They must have a new house to live in within three months.

After dinner, Yang Xiuxiu cleared the dishes and Lin Ting followed Shen Qingzhou into the room and gave Shen Qingzhou her newly bought clothes.

"I don't know what kind of clothes you like, but I see that the scholars in Wenzhu County wear this way. You can try it."

Shen Qingzhou took the clothes, but his face did not show joy. Instead, there was a hint of melancholy between his brows.

He looked at the clothes, felt the fabric, and then folded them.

"Put it away."

He folded the three pieces of clothing, turned away and handed them back to Lin Ting.

"What? You don't like it?"

Lin Ting's eyes moved from his handsome face to his legs. He seemed to feel Lin Ting's gaze and covered his legs with the hem of his clothes.

"These clothes are not easy to work with."

Lin Ting could tell at a glance that the words were against her will. She put the clothes on Shen Qingzhou's bed, took out a small stool and sat in front of Shen Qingzhou.

"Shen Qingzhou, let me see your legs!"

As far as Lin Ting could remember, he had never seen his legs before. Even the time when Shen Wanyi was there, it was pitch dark.

As a doctor, she had to understand the situation first before she could know how badly he was injured.

"What catches your eyes."

Shen Qingzhou's gentle and calm tone was full of resistance.

Only then did Lin Ting realize that he had a lot of sorrow hidden in his heart that he didn't want outsiders to know.

After taking out his books two days ago, he put them away again, and Lin Ting had no idea where he put them.

He was once a gifted young man, but he became a loser hated by everyone in his family. It was not easy for him not to go crazy.

"Okay, you can show it to me next time when you want to."

Lin Ting held his wrist, and pressed his fingertips just on his pulse. His pulse was sinking, indicating that his legs were suffering from insufficient blood circulation.

And he's not paralyzed below the knee, just injured. If...

Before Lin Ting could check the pulse clearly, her hand was thrown away by Shen Qingzhou.

"what are you doing?"

Lin Ting withdrew his hand and touched the temples of his hair.

"You're my husband, what's wrong with touching you?"

Shen Qingzhou's face gradually turned red. He didn't expect Lin Ting to be like this.

Moreover, since the two of them got married, they had kept to themselves, but this time she actually...

"No... no problem..."

Since Shen Qingzhou didn't trust her, she could only think of other ways. She stood up and went to find the village chief.

She bought two bags of preserved fruits. Shen Wanyi opened one bag and took the remaining bag to the village chief's house.

Walking into the yard, Lin Ting knocked on the door. Only Aunt Jiang was at home. Her son and daughter-in-law had gone out to work.

"Aunt Jiang, you are home alone. Where is the village chief?"

Jiang Lan was tying brooms at home when Lin Ting suddenly came to visit. He was really a rare guest.

"It's Lin Ting, come in and sit down. Your Uncle Li is in the fields. I heard the canal collapsed there, and he's on his way to fix it. What do you want to talk to him about?"

It was not long after the summer solstice, and the rice fields needed water, so this canal was extremely important.

Lin Ting walked into the yard and handed a small bag of preserved fruits to Jiang Lan.

"I wanted to ask the village chief something. Last time when the family split up, my aunt and the village chief helped us a lot, and I haven't had time to thank them yet. This preserved fruit is a small token of our gratitude."