You are unlucky and I am tough

It was already the end of the afternoon when the donkey cart returned to Chengjia Village. Most of the villagers were busy in the fields under the scorching sun. When they saw the donkey cart coming in from the village entrance, they stretched their necks to look.

Seeing that it was someone from the Wei family, those who were close to each other gathered together and talked in a low voice. The women in the village were born gossipers, but they didn't have any bad intentions.

After all, Cheng Shuang was well-known for being a bad husband. If Wei Qinglang married her, whatever happened in her family would be discussed.

The donkey cart crossed the bridge. At the bridgehead, there were a few elderly women weaving straw mats in the open space. They stopped their work and asked, "Qinglang is back. He brought his wife with him to the county town. What a sweet relationship."

"I heard you went to the county town to sell game today. You bought so much stuff, you must have made a lot of money."

"This grain looks like it weighs several hundred kilograms. Cheng Shuang even said she was worried about going hungry. Look how capable your Qing Lang is."

Cheng Shuang laughed dryly. I thought these old ladies wouldn't bring up her crying poor yesterday again. You might as well use a loudspeaker to spread the news to everyone in the area.

Wei Qinglang saw the women looking at the cart with curious eyes and smiled, "I only sold three taels of silver, and I used all the money to buy these things. We don't have any land at home, and the whole family depends on these grains to last until the autumn planting."

When the old ladies heard that they had sold three taels of silver, they were very envious. But when they thought about the fact that the family had no land and had to buy food with silver, they were afraid that it would not be enough to eat.

After comparison, I feel that it is better to have fields, because the food in the fields is the guarantee for farmers.

Wei Qinglang drove away in his donkey cart without waiting for them to speak. Fortunately, their new home was not far from the village entrance, and the donkey cart arrived at the door quickly without attracting more onlookers. Otherwise, the whole village would know what they bought today by the next day.

"Nanxing, come and help."

Wei Qinglang jumped off the donkey cart and called Wei Nanxing, who was chopping firewood in the yard, to come out and help move things. When the children in the house heard the noise, they all rushed out.

The family rushed in and out several times, moving all the things in the car into the main room. The children were very excited looking at the things piled on the floor.

Wei Qinglang also took out the meat buns he had bought. They were big meat buns with plenty of fillings, just enough for five people, one for each of them.

The three little ones took the buns and ran to the doorstep, sitting in a row, eating them in small bites and reluctant to finish them.

Wei Qinglang took out the cloth he had bought and glanced at Cheng Shuang who was curiously studying the cooking seasonings. He felt that it was useless to ask her.

He turned to Cheng Pan and asked, "Can Pan'er make clothes?"

"I know a little bit. I learned it from the villagers before." Cheng Pan, who was eating buns, saw the navy blue fabric in Wei Qinglang's hand and asked, "Brother-in-law, do you want to make clothes? My eldest sister can make them."

Although they now live together as a family, she is the sister-in-law, and even if she knows how to do it, it is not appropriate for her to make clothes for her brother-in-law.

Hearing this, Cheng Shuang put down the soy sauce in her hand and looked up blankly, "Ah, I... can?"

"Weren't our clothes all made by our elder sister before?" Cheng Pan was puzzled. What happened to her elder sister?

"is it?"

Cheng Shuang suddenly held her forehead and shook her body to pretend to be weak, "Oh, why can't I remember it? I think I hit my head when I fell into the water before. I seem to have lost my memory and can't remember it."

Wei Qinglang: “..........”

Cheng Pan: “.............”

I remember everything about amnesia, but I just forgot how to make clothes?

Wei Qinglang shook his head helplessly and took out the other cloths and put them on the table. "Don't make it just for me. Make two for each person in the family. If no one knows how to make it, then pay the women in the village to help."

"Right, right, right." Cheng Shuang nodded in agreement. "I can't quite remember how to make it. If I make it wrong, it'll just waste the material. I'll find a skilled woman in the village to make it better. It'll be more durable."

Wei Qinglang didn't expose her, but picked up the material and stuffed it directly into her hands, "Then go find someone. You decide how much to make a suit of clothes, and you'll get paid after it's done."

Cheng Shuang held a pile of materials and looked up at the sky. She didn't want to interact with the villagers at all. She always felt that this guy was deliberately teasing her.

After putting everything in place, Wei Qinglang took two pounds of pork and a pig bone into the kitchen, taught him how to marinate the meat with salt and hung it up, then chopped the pork bone into pieces and planned to cook a pot of broth, which he would eat with rice in the evening.

The three small buns in the yard were not finished yet, especially Cheng Chen and Cheng Xu, who were reluctant to eat them at all. After gnawing for a long time, they only ate one third of them.

Hearing the chirping of ducklings outside, Cheng Xu ran to the stream outside the yard to watch other people's ducklings playing in the water. He held a bun in his other hand and took a small piece from time to time.

Cheng Pingshun, who lived next door, was sitting on a low stool at the doorstep eating fried soybeans. When he saw him holding a bun, he ran over.

"Cheng Xiaosi, what are you holding in your hand?"

Cheng Xu tilted his head and said, "These steamed buns were brought back from the county town by my brother-in-law."

Cheng Pingshun swallowed his saliva and said, "Can I have a bite?"

"No, I only have one." Cheng Xu quickly hid his hands behind his back.

"What's so great about it? I have fried soybeans, they are fragrant and crispy." Cheng Ping put his hands on his hips in agreement. This was something her mother fried specially for him, and her two sisters didn't have any.

"So what? There's meat in my buns." Cheng Xu took a bite of the bun and showed him the full meat filling.

Cheng Pingshun's eyes lit up. His family hadn't eaten meat for a long time. After thinking for a while, he grabbed a handful of fried soybeans and said, "I'll trade you for the steamed buns."

He still had a lot of fried soybeans, so he wouldn't feel bad about exchanging some for meat buns.

Cheng Xu looked at the fried soybeans with some hesitation. He had never eaten fried soybeans before, but he couldn't bear to give up the meat buns.

At this moment, Cheng Chen ran over and said, "You want to exchange such a small amount of beans for meat buns? Are you taking advantage of my brother because he is young? Fried soybeans are grown in the fields for free, but meat buns are bought with money. Both flour and meat cost money."

Cheng Pingshun hummed, "Then how much do you want?"

"You wait."

Cheng Chen turned around and ran back home quickly. He came back with a bowl in his hand, handed it over and said, "Fill half and I'll give you half a meat bun."

Cheng Pingshun had quite a bit of food in the cloth bag around his waist. He grabbed three handfuls and half a bowl was left. He said with a distressed look on his face, "That's enough."

Cheng Chen gave the bowl to his brother first, then cut the meat bun in his hand into two halves. He looked at the larger piece and handed it to him, "Here you go."

Cheng Pingshun ate the meat buns with great satisfaction, and Cheng Chen also took half a bowl of fried soybeans and took his brother home.