Jinxiu Nanzhi, determined to be the richest woman

"It's okay! Come on, Mom will give you some more. You go buy a few bunches and some candy. Buy whatever you want!" Jin Hua Niang smiled and took out her purse, ready to get the money.

"Give it all to me!" Zhang Jinbao didn't care about anything else. He grabbed Jinhuaniang's purse, took it over, and put the twenty cents in it.

"Okay, okay! Take them all!" Golden Flower Girl said with a doting look on her face.

"I don't want to eat, I'm going to town!" Zhang Jinbao said and ran out.

"Slow down and come back soon!"

"Eat quickly! There is still work in the afternoon!" Butcher Zhang took the bowl and chopsticks again, added rice, picked up a large piece of fat and stuffed it into his mouth.

"How many restaurants are there in the afternoon?" Jin Hua Niang did the same. She took the chopsticks and put the fat meat directly into the bowl. She poked it a few times and stuffed it into her mouth together with the rice. The meat was white meat with salt added and it was thick. Fatty meat, a layer of skin on the bottom, a thin layer of lean meat on the top, and a white layer on top.

The couple ate happily.

The old drunkard took Zhang Jinhua back to his shack, and half the village saw it. In the evening, everyone in the real village knew that the old drunkard had spent twenty cash to take Zhang Jinhua home.

When they arrived at the shack, Zhang Jinhua shrank into a corner. There was nothing else on the ground except straw, and even the quilt was in tatters. She couldn't be happy thinking about this Zhang Jinhua, and looked at the old drunkard with some hatred.

"Daughter-in-law! Don't worry, I won't drink anymore! I'll make money to raise our children! Then I'll build a house for my wife's children!" The old drunkard looked at Zhang Jinhua seriously.

Zhang Jinhua also looked wary. He didn't know whether what others said was true, and he didn't dare to say anything, but he was glad that he didn't have to be beaten to death.

"Old drunkard, what you say is nice, can you do it?" The shack is not confidential, so what is said and done inside can be heard and seen by people outside.

"Go! Go! Go!

The old drunkard waved his hand and looked at the drafty shack on all sides. He used to be alone, but now he has a wife, so he had better avoid it!

"Wait here! I'll find something to keep out the wind!" The old drunkard told Zhang Jinhua and ran out.

Just when Zhang Jinhua thought that the old drunkard had abandoned her and ran away, the old drunkard came back and dragged back a lot of straw and rattan bamboo on a cart.

The rattan and bamboo were obtained from the mountains, and the straw was obtained from the village chief. The cart was borrowed from the village chief.

When I went to borrow it, the village chief said a good word.

The old drunkard is the only one who lives in a shack in the village, and it is more leaky than ordinary shacks. He is in the village, and his influence is not very good.

This old drunkard is quick to promise, but I don’t know if he will come true!

The old drunkard was busy and made the surroundings of the shack tight, fixing them with bamboo strips and rattan strips.

The village chief returned the unused quilt. The filling inside was already very hard, but it was better than nothing.

Seeing the old drunkard busy in and out, Zhang Jinhua was a little moved.

After dark, the old drunkard found sweet potatoes from nowhere and cooked them for Zhang Jinhua. He ate half of them and gave the rest to Zhang Jinhua.

"Daughter-in-law! Don't worry, I will go to the town tomorrow to find a job and exchange for some food! If I go early, I can make more. I will cook these for you to eat tomorrow!" The old drunkard put the remaining sweet potatoes into Gave it to Zhang Jinhua.

Zhang Jinhua ate sweet potatoes, and then looked at the sweet potatoes handed over by the old drunkard, and couldn't help but shed tears.

"Daughter-in-law, what's wrong with you? Does it hurt from the beating?" The old drunkard squatted in front of her with a concerned look on his face.

"I'm fine!" Zhang Jinhua choked and shook his head.

"It's okay! Stop crying! Go to bed early after dinner, and you won't have to work anymore. I'll make money, and you can just stay at home!" The old drunkard pointed at the bed that had been made, and said it was a bed, but it was just a bed on the floor. A layer of straw was also used to spread the quilt given by the village chief, and there were old straw and torn quilts that were collected next to it. Obviously, this old drunkard did not intend to sleep with Zhang Jinhua, so he gave Zhang Jinhua all the new ones that were laid today.