He hadn't eaten meat for a long time.
The smell of meat made him extremely greedy.
The cornbread was snatched away after eating two mouthfuls.
He was even hungrier now.
Qin Huairu hurriedly carried Little Dang over.
She coaxed him gently.
"Mom, what do you want?"
Jia Zhangshi didn't care about this.
"Isn't it just a money-losing thing?"
"Why are you eating so much?"
"As long as you don't starve to death."
He said to Qin Huiru.
He then looked at Xiao Dang in her arms.
Her sharp and mean appearance was revealed again.
"Why are you crying every day?"
"This is just my kindness."
"I still have to raise a good-for-nothing like you.”
"The other families would have starved you to death long ago.”
"Good grandson, come."
"Hurry up and eat two mouthfuls."
Jia Zhang's family valued boys more than girls.
Qin Huairu felt both angry and sad.
However, Granny was right.
If the girl in the village could grow up alive, it would mean that her parents had a conscience.
She had grown up in such an environment.
Girls would get married sooner or later.
If she was full…
His family would suffer a loss.
She fed her son.
He would have the ability in the future.
He could have someone to rely on when he was old.
Raise a son to prevent old age.
The old saying made sense.
Jia Zhang-shi coaxed the stick to eat in a soft voice.
However, the meme was crying and asking for meat.
In the end, he even took the cornbread from Jia Zhangshi's hands and threw it out.
Little Dang, who was in Qin Huairu's arms, saw the cornbread being thrown out.
She quickly got down from her mother's arms.
She cried as she ran to pick up the cornbread.
He dusted off the dirt on it and stuffed it into his mouth.
He was afraid that Grandma would snatch it again if he was too slow.
"As expected of a money-losing thing."
"I've never seen food before."
"Eat anything that falls on the ground."
"Mom, are you done?"
Qin Huairu's words made Jia Zhangshi's expression darken even more.
She did not care about Little Dang anymore.
He pointed at her nose.
"Can't you see that my grandson wants to eat meat?”
"Hurry up and get some meat for my grandson.”
"You're already a mother, but you still don't have good judgment.”
Qin Huairu was furious when she heard these words.
Eat meat, eat meat.
He only knew how to eat meat every day.
She had used her salary to buy food.
Where would they get the spare money to buy meat for them?
"If you don't have money, don't you know how to ask others for it?”
"Go find that bastard Zhao Aimin.”
"If my grandson gets sick from crying.”
"I'll beat you to death."
"You're a good-for-nothing."
"You didn't even share the stewed meat.”
"Serves him right for not having a wife."
"Sooner or later, I'll be out of business."
The noise in the room woke up the locust flower sleeping in the pit.
The little girl opened her mouth and wailed.
"Cry, cry, cry."
"Why are you crying?"
"Each and every one of them is a money-losing thing."
She gently patted the locust flower under the blanket.
Jia Zhangshi turned around and saw Qin Huairu still standing at the same spot.
"Hurry up and go!" he cursed angrily.
Qin Huairu wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes.
He walked towards Zhao Aimin's house.
Just as he reached the door.
She saw a new face walking into the front yard.
Aunt Wu entered the courtyard.
Jia Zhangshi's curses were heard.
He was still thinking in his heart.
"Sometimes, it's not necessarily a bad thing to not have an old man to take care of you.”
"To meet such an old man…"
Just as he entered the courtyard.
Then, she bumped into Qin Huairu.
Widow Qin had given birth to three children.
However, her figure was still so great.
Not only that.
It even added a bit of the charm of a mature woman.
It was Aunt Wu who saw it.
She had to say 'vixen' in her heart.
"Auntie, what are you doing?"
Outside.
Qin Huairu was a virtuous and virtuous woman.
Good wife.
"I'm from the street office."
"I'm here to look for Zhao Aimin."
"Daughter, you are?"
Qin Huairu heard that the other party was from the street office.
He was here to look for Zhao Aimin.
He was ecstatic.
She guessed that her mother-in-law's previous tantrum had taken effect.
If they could really give him a room in their house.
That was really the blessing of the ancestors.
"I'm a neighbor of Aimin."
"Nothing much."
"Go ahead."
Qin Huairu turned around and left after saying that.
Aunt Wu didn't think too much about it.
He turned around and knocked on Zhao Aimin's door.
"Aimin, are you home?"
The door opened.
Zhao Aimin couldn't hide the smile on his face.
"Auntie Wu, you're here."
"I've already stewed meat on this stove.”
"I was waiting for you."
The moment he heard that there was meat to eat.
Aunt Wu swallowed her saliva.
In this era, who didn't lack meat?
It was already good enough to see meat once every half a year.
She looked at Zhao Aimin.
The more he looked, the more satisfied he became.
"Aimin, what can auntie say about you?”
The two of them chatted and laughed as they walked into the house.
Qin Huairu stood at the door, waiting for Zhao Aimin to let her in for a bite of meat.
In the end, the door closed.
Qin Huairu smelled the fragrance of meat in the air.
He could only sigh silently.
He said that he had been blind back then.
She insisted on marrying into the Jia family.
No matter how much she complained, she couldn't complain anymore.
She was now the mother of three children.
Life had to go on.
It was too late to say anything.
The most important thing now was to figure out what Aunt Wu was here for.
He looked around to see if there was anyone around.
He confirmed that there was no one there.
Widow Qin ran to the window to eavesdrop.
After Auntie Wu sat down in the house.
Zhao Aimin lifted the lid of the pot.
He scooped a bowl of meat with a spoon.
The soup and meat were served on the dining table.
Then, he took out the hot steamed buns from the pot.
"Auntie Wu, I didn't prepare anything.”
"Just make do."
Ha!
Aunt Wu muttered in her heart when she heard this.
"What do you mean by unprepared?"
"Make do?"
'If the people outside hear this.'
"Are you still alive?"
'Then can other people's food still be called rice?'
However, Auntie Wu didn't mind if there was meat to eat.
He picked up the steamed bun.
He picked up a piece of meat and put it in his mouth.
The soft meat was chewed in his mouth.
The fragrance of the meat filled his entire mouth.
Aunt Wu's face was covered in oil.
"Auntie, does your arrival mean that there's progress on that matter?”
Zhao Aimin also picked up a piece of meat and started eating.
However, he wasn't as thirsty as Auntie Wu.
Forging was a special job.
The other jobs were to make the required things according to the blueprints.
The blacksmith was responsible for heating the metal to a certain temperature.
They were high-level technical workers.
He was a Level 4 Blacksmith.
His monthly salary was forty-six and a half dollars.
If he became a Level 6 Blacksmith…
He could earn more than 60 yuan a month.
In addition to all kinds of subsidies.
There were more than 70 pieces.
The standard tall, rich, and handsome.
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