Zhao Zheng looked at Zhang Xiaoe with a smile.
She seemed to dislike Zheng Chunmei.
On the other hand, although Yang Zhaodi didn't like it, it wasn't so obvious.
"Go get some cold water and rinse your feet." Zhao Zheng said.
In the past, my family didn't have the conditions, but in the future, conditions will get better and better, so naturally I have to be more particular.
Zheng Chunmei sighed. She hadn't finished her confinement yet. Washing her feet with cold water would easily cause her to get postpartum illness.
If he is not your own man, you will definitely not feel sorry for yourself.
She rinsed her feet with freezing cold water and dried them before climbing into bed.
"Uncle Zhao, I'm here."
"Press it. I'm struggling. It's okay if you use a little more force." Zhao Zheng said lazily.
Zheng Chunmei didn't say anything, but massaged Zhao Zheng's back awkwardly.
Zhao Zheng hummed from time to time, just like the sound he made when serving his own man in the past.
This made her face hot.
Perhaps because the room temperature was high, she was actually sweating slightly.
And her eyes never left the half bowl of burnt rice.
After pressing for about two minutes, Zheng Chunmei felt weak all over and said tiredly, "Uncle Zhao, I have no strength left."
Zhao Zheng stretched, and all the fatigue of the day disappeared. He turned around and looked at Zheng Chunmei, who was sweating profusely. "Take the food."
Zheng Chunmei had been busy for so long, just waiting for these words, "Thank you, Uncle Zhao."
She thanked him with her mouth, but cursed him in her heart, "Damn you stingy old Zhao! I worked myself to death, and you only gave me half a bowl of rice crust? You deserve it, your son!"
"Wait, you can eat this rice crust here and leave, but you can't take it back." Zhao Zheng said.
"Why?" Zheng Chunmei was puzzled.
"No reason. If you don't agree, just leave the food." Zhao Zheng thought, should I take it back to feed the little and old beasts in your family?
I'm not that cheap.
Zheng Chunmei was extremely angry, but she didn't dare to talk back. She picked up a piece of rice crust and stuffed it into her mouth.
The crispy rice crust, with a hint of burnt rice crust aroma and the sweetness of rice, is enough to satisfy Zheng Chunmei even without any side dishes.
Delicious, so delicious.
This was the first time she had eaten rice in months.
It's so delicious that I want to cry!
After finishing her meal, Zheng Chunmei was still not satisfied and asked shamelessly, "Uncle Zhao, is there anything more?"
"Don't be greedy. If it weren't for your pity, you wouldn't be able to eat even a grain of rice from my house, let alone half a bowl of rice crust," Zhao Zheng said coldly.
Zheng Chunmei looked at Zhao Zheng with a slightly resentful look.
Not to mention, the widow Zheng looked so sad that I really felt pity for her.
No wonder Ma Dazhu was so infatuated with her.
"Okay, go back, so as not to worry your old lady." Zhao Zheng ordered them to leave.
Zheng Chunmei sighed, got out of bed, opened the door and walked out. A cold wind blew and the warmth left her in an instant. For a moment, she wanted to turn back.
But she is not the daughter-in-law of the Zhao family after all.
"Xiao E, make some more rice crust tomorrow, it's quite delicious..."
This was the last sentence Zheng Chunmei heard after she closed the door. She was shocked. "The Zhao family actually still has rice? They're so extravagant that they only use rice to make rice crust. What a waste! They say that Zhao Lao San cheated his son of his son's death in the war out of all the pension grain and money, but that's not entirely true."
"Zhao Laosan is not a pig, he must have something else up his sleeve. Does that mean I can still have rice crust rice if I come tomorrow?"
She was actually slightly excited.
As a result, he was stopped by Ma Dazhu again.
"Ma Dazhu, you scared me to death." Zheng Chunmei said angrily, "Why are you here to block me when you're not sleeping at home this evening?"
"Chunmei, I, I came here specifically to tell you that I stopped Zhao Laosan on my way to Jinji Mountain today, but he didn't come back until the evening. The old guy didn't even go out today!"
Although she couldn't see Ma Dazhu's face clearly, Zheng Chunmei could hear the annoyance in his voice.
"Don't worry, I'll go stop him tomorrow. I don't believe he won't go out!"
Zheng Chunmei was startled. "Forget it, don't block him."
"Why?" Ma Dazhu looked puzzled. "Don't you want to get back the corn he stole?"
Zheng Chunmei thought, if she injured Ma Dazhu, would he still let her massage his feet and back?
Can I still eat delicious egg pancakes and rice crust rice?
"You want to be a bandit? Didn't the village elders say that the imperial court sent 8,000 troops to take charge?"
"If Zhao Zheng goes to the authorities, they'll eventually find out about you."
"Also, is Zhao Zheng a fool? He carries food with him. He's single. If he really wants to fight you, what if something goes wrong?"
Ma Dazhu was deeply moved, "So you are worried about me!"
Zheng Chunmei curled her lips. She was worried about nothing. She simply didn't want to make a big deal out of it. But since Ma Dazhu was helping her so much, she wasn't a heartless person. "I guess so."
"Chunmei, you're so nice. I'll listen to you, but I'm not done with Zhao Laosan!"
"You said you would let me eat meat. Did you kill any prey?"
Ma Dazhu smiled awkwardly, "I've been stalking Zhao Laosan all day, but to no avail."
"Is there anything else to eat?"
"No, no, I've finished eating."
Zheng Chunmei was speechless. "Then I'll go back first."
After saying so much, you are still no better than an old man, a hunter at that. At least an old man has eggs and rice to eat.
When I got home, it was pitch black and cold as an ice cellar.
She didn't even want to go to bed.
"Chunmei, did you eat the food from Zhao Laosan's house today?"
"I ate it."
"Oh?" Grandma Li was delighted. "What did you eat?"
"I ate half a bowl of...corn porridge." Somehow, Zheng Chunmei changed half a bowl of rice with rice crust into half a bowl of corn porridge. She understood the old woman's temperament. If she knew that she had eaten half a bowl of rice with rice crust, her own ration might be reduced tomorrow.
"This stingy old Zhao actually wanted to give you corn porridge?"
"It's very thin, like water. It's almost the same as not eating it. It's gone in one pee." Zheng Chunmei lied.
"If you eat more, you'll make your money back. Damn you stingy old Zhao, he's trying to rip us off, so we'll rip you off back." Grandma Li said, "Since you ate twice today, cut your bowl of porridge in half tomorrow and give more to Erdan. He's still growing, so don't treat him unfairly."
Zheng Chunmei turned over and said nothing, but her heart was sad.
She knew it would be like this.
Fortunately, she didn't tell the truth, otherwise, she wouldn't even have half a bowl of porridge.
She gave birth to three children for the Li family, but she was not as generous as Zhao Laosan, an outsider.
Tears fell silently.
Listening to her mother-in-law's voice, she said, "Well, I'll listen to my mother-in-law."
The room fell silent again, and Zheng Chunmei's heart also fell silent.
That night, she had a recurring dream.
I dreamed that I was sleeping on Zhao Laosan's warm earthen kang, eating rice and egg pancakes. The fire in the stove was burning brightly and the room was as warm as spring.
Suddenly I felt a chill in my stomach.
It turned out to be dawn, and the mother-in-law lifted the mattress and forced her to wake up.
She looked at the roof in despair, seeing no hope, and another day of hunger and starvation began!