"Uncle, is this strength okay?"
Zheng Chunmei asked softly.
"It's okay." Zhao Zheng hummed.
"Why is his hand moving higher and higher?" Zheng Chunmei was an experienced person. If she didn't know what was going on, she would be stupid, but she really didn't dare to move her hand away.
I simply relied on him and didn't do anything excessive. I just let this old bachelor take advantage of me for the sake of the rice crust.
Besides, who in the village doesn't know that Zhao Laosan is not capable?
That's the best I can do.
She secretly sneered in her heart, and then talked about what happened in the village, and mentioned Wu Yueying.
"What's wrong with Yueying?" Zhao Zheng frowned.
"Oh, Yueying got beaten today. Her husband is such a jerk. He's lazy and eats all the time. It's all up to Yueying, a woman, to support them."
Zheng Chunmei said with disdain: "And the reason for the beating was because of two persimmons..."
Hearing this, Zhao Zheng was speechless. Just because of two persimmons, Wu Yueying was beaten to death?
Yang Zhaodi and Zhang Xiaoe also frowned.
Zheng Chunmei looked at the persimmons in the basket on the lower table, swallowed her saliva and said, "I heard that Yueying's persimmons were given to her by you?"
Zhao Zheng didn't deny it. "Well, I was lucky when I went to Yegouling. I found a small persimmon tree growing on the cliff. I picked three pounds of persimmons. The rest either fell to the ground and rotted, or were pecked by birds..."
"Uncle Zhao is so lucky." Zheng Chunmei said.
Zhao Zheng chuckled and said, "Before we leave, pick a few persimmons and bring them back for the children to try."
"Thank you, Uncle Zhao." Zheng Chunmei was ecstatic.
I didn't expect that today I could not only eat rice crust, but also persimmons.
Even if the persimmon is pecked by a bird, it is still a persimmon.
She had forgotten the last time she had eaten persimmons, she only knew they were very sweet...
This time, she pressed it longer than the previous two times.
After becoming weak again, she ate the black rice crust.
I feel like I've come alive again.
He picked two rotten persimmons in front of Zhao Zheng.
"Don't pick a few more?"
"No, two is enough."
Zheng Chunmei knew the difference between eating one meal and eating every meal, and she was also afraid of making Zhao Zheng unhappy.
Zhao Zheng thought for a moment and stuffed two more rotten persimmons into her hand. "Eat these two yourself, and give the rest to the child."
She didn't expect there would be such a pleasant surprise, and she thanked him repeatedly.
Immediately, he ate two persimmons in front of Zhao Zheng. They were so sweet and delicious.
"It's getting late, let's go back. I won't see you off." Zhao Zheng had a massage and felt sleepy. He turned around, hunched over and closed his eyes.
Although my body was tired, my heart was very excited.
If he doesn't let Zheng Chunmei go, he will be exposed.
He was ill before, but now he is well again.
Moreover, it was far beyond his imagination.
Although I don't understand what's going on, these days are becoming more and more hopeful.
"Xiao E, come with me to the market tomorrow. I'll buy some cloth and get you two a set of clothes!"
This was the last sentence Zheng Chunmei heard before leaving the Zhao family.
She was extremely envious. The clothes she was wearing were the same ones she wore when she married into the Li family. She had been wearing them for more than ten years and they were covered with patches.
"I have to work harder tomorrow. What if Mr. Zhao gets so happy that he gives me a piece of cloth?"
...
The next day, Zhao Zheng took the two girls to the market.
Yang Zhaodi walked around the market with rotten persimmons on her shoulder, all for the villagers to see.
When the villagers asked her, she said she took the persimmons to the market to sell them.
As soon as the father-in-law and daughter-in-law left the village, the news spread.
Everyone was guessing where the persimmons came from.
Finally, I thought of Wu Yueying.
When the old woman of the Wang family learned that Yang Zhaodi had gone to the market with a basket of persimmons, she was extremely jealous. "I knew it, these persimmons must have been found at Yegouling. What a spendthrift woman! She let someone else snatch such a good thing away!"
The old man from the Wang family was also angry and said, "What's the point of saying this now?"
"No, our family also has a share of these persimmons." The old lady of the Wang family ran to Wang Dazhi and told him the story with exaggeration, which made Wang Dazhi's eyes blaze with anger.
However, Wu Yueying went out to work before dawn. "When she comes back, tell her to go to the Zhao family and ask for benefits. If she doesn't give it, I will tear down the Zhao family's gate!"
....
On the way, Zhang Xiao'e was still talking about canned persimmons.
This is the mentality of people who suddenly become rich. They hide some good things at home, fearing that others will covet them.
Zhao Zheng could understand.
About an hour later, the three of them arrived at the Fugui Township Market.
Fugui Township is not big, but it has a lot of people.
The market was crowded with people.
There are stalls on both sides.
No one had much energy left, and even when they shouted, they sounded listless.
Zhao Zheng even saw people kneeling on the ground selling their children, and some selling land to bury their parents.
If the previous incarnation was really dead, I'm afraid Yang Zhaodi and the others would sell their fields and land to bury him.
"Sister-in-law, look at that family. They are so pitiful. Their parents starved to death, and they even sold their two children!" Zhang Xiao'e said, pointing to a middle-aged couple not far away.
Yang Zhaodi sighed, "The world is like this, it's too pitiful."
Zhao Zheng also shook his head. If the famine was over, he might consider selling one or two servants to serve.
But now, isn't buying people just looking for trouble?
Even if you have money you can't buy it.
The three of them found a spot and started setting up their stall. "Persimmons, freshly picked persimmons, you won't be cheated if you buy them..."
Zhao Zheng shouted for a while and really attracted a lot of people to stop and watch, but no one wanted to buy. Although persimmons are good things, how can they fill the stomach like food?
Occasionally someone wants it, and we just barter for it.
Zhao Zheng shouted himself hoarse, and finally said to the two women, "You two stay here and I'll go to other stalls to see if there are any good things. We'll sell them if someone wants to buy them. It doesn't matter if we make a small loss. It's best to barter..."
After giving some instructions, Zhao Zheng started strolling around the market, put the padded jacket into a bamboo basket from the warehouse, and sold a piece of cotton cloth for a few dozen coins.
It's not that we can't afford silk and satin, but that they are not cost-effective.
There is almost no food at the market. Even if there is food, it is impossible to sell it openly at the market these days.
However, Zhao Zheng found some leather placed in front of a stall.
He squatted down calmly and asked, "Brother, what kind of leather is this?"
"Weasel skins, rabbit skins, and suede!"
The stall owner was a man in his early thirties with a ruddy complexion, and it was obvious that he was eating very well.
"So many hides, you must be a pretty good hunter, bro!"
Zhao Zheng praised it, and a system prompt sound came to his ears.
[Ding, ninth-stage wild weasel skin, worth one hundred and sixty coins!]
[Ding, wild first-grade rabbit skin, worth thirty coins!]
[Ding, wild second-grade suede, worth 1,500 coins!]
Zhao Zheng took a deep breath. Is this suede so expensive?
One piece of skin is worth several days of hard work.
"I must take this skin!"