C11 (1/2)

Liu Dao Xiang went to the front and told Liu Qi that a noble young master had fallen into his own fecal drain.

As soon as she finished speaking, she felt a cool breeze in front of her …

”Mom, I'm hungry!”

As expected, Zhang Guihua opened her mouth and said, ”When your father brought the fish in, he was seen by your aunt. She quarreled with Your Milk about wanting to eat the Red Braised Fish, and Your Milk said that your aunt's body was weak, and that your little sister should be kept low to live.

She didn't tell Liu Dao Xiang that Mrs. Liu Qi was scolding Liu Sanguan for not being filial.

Liu Dao Xiang said while gnashing her teeth, ”Mother, father must be preparing to use the fish for your hair, but what is our milk thinking? I can't wait to see the good stuff in our house. Little sister was only born a few days ago, and mother is still in the son of a month, so you can see that Little Aunt and Little Shuang came over to take a look. Oh, let alone look, she hasn't even eaten anything to replenish herself with.

Zhang Guihua's eyes were completely red as she stared blankly at her second daughter. How could she not know this?

”Dao Xiang, you can't say these words that came out of my mouth, I don't want to do this, but this is my life, my life is not good, my daughter's life is not good either, it's all my father's and mother's fault.”

Liu Dao Xiang waved her hands, and replied: ”Mother, put it bluntly, this matter is just that he does not have us as a room in his eyes, or perhaps she has gotten used to letting Father use it all these years, and not being her son.”

”Dao Xiang, don't say that, Your Milk still loves your father. Look, every year, Your Milk will pull out two pieces of cloth for your father to make him into a pair of summer clothes.”

Liu Dao Xiang could not help but roll her eyes.

”Mom, if dad were to go out to do something, then let's not talk about the distance. We should go to the landlord's house in our town. Even if we hire a workman, there are still a hundred messages per month. Every year, we hang on to 200 pieces of paper. That doesn't count if we eat two meals a day.”

In ancient times, due to the low production of food, people would eat two meals a day to save rations. However, due to the matter of farming in spring, the Liu Clan ate three meals a day these days.

Zhang Gui Hua heard and sighed: ”Dao Xiang, don't bring up this matter anymore. You guys are too old, and don't have any brothers that can support you.

As someone who had an adult soul, Liu Dao Xiang naturally understood what Zhang Guihua was saying. It was just that, she would not give up so easily.

After that, the two of them heard a sound coming from the main house, Zhang Gui Hua asked Liu Dao Xiang what was going on, and Liu Dao Xiang explained about saving her.

Not long after, he heard Liu Qi calling out, ”Dao Xiang, Dao Xiang, come out.”

Liu Dao Xiang sat beside Zhang Guihua's brick bed without making a sound. Zhang Guihua's sallow face slightly moved, and in the end said helplessly: ”Your Milk is calling you, quickly go, don't let her keep making trouble again.”

”Mom, don't worry. I definitely won't do it this time.”

That little gongzi's clothes were extraordinary, making him look neither rich nor noble. Liu Qi had a pair of rich eyes, but he was more knowledgeable than a foreigner like her, so he naturally knew something.

As she had expected, Liu Qi called out to her a few times, but when no one answered, she unexpectedly didn't stand on the steps and curse.

That afternoon, she had accompanied her mother to her room. During dinner time, she had heard from her family that Liu Qi had made an exception and paid for a doctor to treat the little gongzi. Fortunately, it was only a superficial wound, and his life was not in danger.

Yesterday afternoon, Liu Qiuxiang had already thought about finding a chance to visit the town today, and sell the firewood she stored in her spatial space. She reckoned that she would be able to get a good price for the firewood.

”Qiu Xiang, where did Dao Xiang go? Hurry up and get her back.”

Hearing that, she wanted to get up and look for her sister to come back. She had just heard from Liu Qi that she was going to use the boiling water from yesterday's pig head to boil porridge to eat. In Liu Qiuxiang's memories, the last time she ate two pieces of meat was during the new year, when her grandfather had given two pieces to each of the younger generation.

She threw down her fire pincers and was about to stand up when Liu Xiaolan reached out to stop her. She smiled and said: ”Mother, why are you so angry? Dao Xiang might have gone to someone else's house to play. Mother, I want to eat meat porridge.”

Liu Qi glanced at the meat broth that was currently boiling, thought for a moment, and laughed extremely happily. She then reached out and tapped Liu Xiaolan's forehead, scolding with a smile, ”Ghost girl.”

Liu Xiaolan felt that she could save a person a breakfast. Liu Qi thought that her daughter was too considerate, so she gave the little gongzi some good food instead of extra rice.

”Mother, why is that little gongzi still awake?” Liu Xiaolan's face blushed a little.

Liu Qi looked at her lovingly, thought for a moment, then took the pig head meat out of the cupboard and cut off the best piece of lean meat with a knife.

This piece of meat had two or three layers, and was indeed a lean and lean piece. It was quite tough to chew, and it was especially fragrant.

”Mother, this is great. I was just about to tell you that Bao`er is crying for fried meat all morning.” Liu Sun yawned, his eye sockets still full of droppings as he entered the kitchen.

Just as Liu Qi was about to curse, Liu Sun said, ”Sigh, Mother, Bao`er's uncle said that this pig's head meat is for us to eat, but I'm not that heartless either. It's still better if we made it in the afternoon.”