The Way of the Peasant Mother-in-law

Zhulan was so greedy, why didn't she think of roasting whole lamb? Oh, she didn't expect that she would miss too many delicacies. Zhao's idea is really good, "Okay, you can arrange it!"

Seeing that her mother-in-law was satisfied, Mrs. Zhao couldn't help twitching her lips. She couldn't grab her sister-in-law, maybe her three younger siblings. When her mother-in-law was not at home, she thought about how to grab her mother-in-law's attention from her sister-in-law. When it comes to eating, my sister-in-law doesn't cook anymore, she manages the kitchen, and she finds a way.

Zhulan wanted to rest, so the three daughters-in-law went back.

After lunch, Zhulan took her daughter back to the main courtyard. Zhulan pinched her nose, "I still want to find you in the morning, why didn't you come?"

Xuehan smiled, "Mother, a few sisters-in-law can't wait to occupy your side all the time. Didn't I give the sister-in-law a chance?"

Several sisters-in-law in the family are fighting for the attention of their mothers!

Zhulan laughed, "Come here, mother brought you something good."

Xuehan, "Mother, the gift you brought me was given to me by the big brother yesterday, why is there still more?"

Zhu Lan rolled her eyes, "Of course there is. Do you want to take a look at the dowry I brought back to you?"

Xuehan's face turned red all of a sudden. She used to think about Rong Chuan when she was not at home, but she didn't care much when she was busy. This time, when Rong Chuan came back, she felt different, "Mother."

Zhulan was heartbroken to marry early in ancient times. For the consideration of Xuehan's health, Zhulan made the final decision, "Mother told you, I want to keep you for a few more years."

Xuehan became even more shy, stomping her feet, "Mother."

Zhulan sighed with emotion, precocious in ancient times, then stood up and took out the leftovers that Zhou Shuren had carved and polished for her, a small box, and Zhulan brought it to Xuehan's side, "This is the leftovers from the emperor's gift of jade, my mother prepared Some jewelry for you."

Xuehan, "..."

She knew about this, no, it should be said that the whole city knew about it, and there were people who specifically asked her to verify it!

Xuehan felt that it was not good for her to give these leftovers to her father who made jewelry for her. "Mother, you should keep what my father gave to you, and give us something else in the future!"

Zhulan felt that the quality of jade was not easy to obtain. She wanted to give her daughter some decent dowry, but she really didn’t think she couldn’t give it to her, and the jade was huge. She didn’t want to make jewelry for herself, and the dowries of ancient women were all She didn't want to bury anything to share with her children. She couldn't take it with her when she died anyway, so she might as well leave it to the living.

Well, no, the dowry Zhou Shuren specially gave to her was meant to be taken away for the funeral, and she didn't want to take anything else.

Pah pah, she is alive and well, it's too early to want to accompany the funeral.

In the end, Zhulan decided to make her own decisions, and chatted with her daughter for a while. It was getting late, and the winter days were too short.

In the evening, the Zhou family ate roasted whole lamb, and the chef of the restaurant specially invited to cook it. The roasted whole lamb is not very big, mainly because there are many people in the family, and there are many adult men, so one sheep is really not enough.

Changzhi was also happy, and saw snowflakes falling outside again, "Father, this situation is suitable for writing poetry."

Zhou Shuren didn't think that he had enough to eat and drink. He just wanted to go home and chat with his daughter-in-law. Who would like to go to the yard to write poetry, Zhou Shuren stood up and walked away neatly with his hands behind his back.

Seeing that Zhou Shuren was waiting for her outside the door~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Zhulan smiled, and hurriedly followed.

Boss Zhou is most afraid of reading and slipping away, "It's too slippery in the snow, I'm going to help your sister-in-law to go back first."

Zhou Lao Er also got up and left. Whoever wants to write a poem, he wants to drink a little wine and hum a song.

Chang Lian's writing poetry has become disgusting. Recently, the master is teaching him the content. He has been scratching his hair a lot recently, and his hair has fallen out a lot. "Today's drinking is a bit too much, and I want to sober up and digest my food, my lady. , shall we walk together?"

Mrs. Dong's eyes were full of joy. Xianggong was busy reading every day, and they didn't have a happy marriage. They seldom met at night. They hadn't walked with Xianggong for a long time. "Okay."

Rong Chuan was a real person who had seen Changzhi, and he took Mingyun and slipped away first.

Ming Teng and Ming Rui were taught a bitter face by their uncle. Grandma was not at home. Uncle had higher requirements for them. Especially Ming Teng recited poems every day. He really vomited.

Now he and Mingrui's younger brother wish that uncle was not at home!

Xuehan was the last to stand up and patted the little brother on the shoulder, holding back his laughter and leaving.

Changzhi looked at the empty dining room, "..."

Early the next morning, just after breakfast, Zhulan was looking at the post inviting her, and Mrs. Li rushed over, "Mother, Mrs. Qi wrote me a letter."

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