klisemfg Chapter 210 Unauthentic
Chapter 210 Unauthentic
Thinking of Li's attitude that day, Old Lady Yang shook her head and said, "I think your cousins may have instigated your mother to do this. Your aunts are pretty good people.
But the cousins you married later were not as nice as your eldest cousin. Didn’t you see that every time your cousins came home, they would say: “Oh, there are many people in the family, grandparents are old, parents are not young either, my brother-in-law wants to get married, my nephew wants to go to school, everything needs money, and now there are dried bean curds in brine everywhere, business is difficult, etc. They all complain about the low earnings.”
Why are there so many people selling marinated meat and dried tofu outside? Haven't they thought about the reason? It's because others also know to try new things. Have you ever seen a pig walk before eating pork?
No matter who instigated your mother, their family did not do the right thing.
Originally, we agreed that the share we took back would be your dowry, but at the beginning, this was the only income our family had, and we only gave you a symbolic amount of money each time, and you didn't save much after all these years. Now this share is gone again, no, I will talk to your father and others, and in the future, everything you make will be given a share, and you will also be given money for the patterns you draw for the furniture workshop and the embroidery workshop, otherwise you will have no money to keep when you grow up and get married.
Also, Xiaocao'er, let me tell you, you must never give the new soap recipe you made to your grandparents. Your grandparents are still alive, and your cousins might instigate your mother to come back to her husband's house to ask for things. If you continue to make soap with them, maybe in a few years, the soap recipe will become the second brine recipe.
That day, grandma said that we couldn't give the share to Goudan and his family. Now, grandma knows that she was wrong. Compared with your grandparents' cousins, Goudan and Tietou's families are more trustworthy. What are you going to do with the soap now?"
"I told my third brother about my idea, so let him think about it himself. Now, except for the two workshops in the village, the rest of the family business is managed by my third brother. So he must be the one to make the soap. I just need to tinker with it. I haven't been out for a walk, so I don't know the situation outside. My third brother is out all day now, so he must have a lot of ideas." Xiao Cao'er
"Come to think of it, we haven't gone out for a walk for a while. How about we go for a walk too?" Old Mrs. Yang asked Xiaocaoer.
"Grandma, do you also want to go to the capital with my big brother and the others?" Xiao Cao'er sat up and asked Grandma Yang.
"Oh, why go to the capital? I want to go for a walk in the county town. The capital is so far away, and it will take almost a month to go back and forth. I'm old, and it would be strange if my old bones don't fall apart if I sit in the car for such a long time. I won't go." Old Mrs. Yang waved her hand and said, as soon as she finished speaking, she wondered if it was her granddaughter who wanted to go.
"Xiao Cao'er, do you want to go to the capital with your brothers? If you want to go, you can go with them, but what about coming back? I'm definitely worried about you coming back alone. Your eldest brother and the others all have their own things to do and may not have time to send you back."
Hearing that Old Lady Yang was not going to the capital, Xiao Cao'er rested her head on Old Lady Yang's legs again. "I don't want to go to the capital. I thought it was Grandma who wanted to go with you to the capital. As for me, I will go wherever Grandma is. My mission is to accompany Grandma. Didn't you also say that it would take a month to go to the capital and back? Sitting in a civilian car for so long would make my bones fall apart.
I've been to the county town countless times, and there's nothing much to see. It's such a small place, we could have walked around it with our eyes closed without bumping into anything."
"You are just a kid, it's not that easy. Will your bones fall apart if you sit in a car for a few days? Are you made of clay?"
"Wrong, I'm not made of mud, I'm made of water." Xiao Cao'er stretched out an index finger and shook it in front of Old Lady Yang and said.
"What water is it made of?" Old Mrs. Yang didn't understand what Xiaocaoer said.
"People often say that [women are made of water]. I am a girl now and I will be a woman when I grow up, so I am also made of water."
"You have no shame. You are still a little kid and you are already thinking about growing up."
"There's nothing to be shy about. We all have to grow up.
Milk, let me tell you: water is the source of life. It is the softest and most flexible element in nature. Women are often compared to water. They are gentle, kind, tolerant, and have the same qualities as water.
Also, it's written in the book, come, I'll write a poem for grandma on the spot." Xiao Cao sat up and walked to the desk, picked up the pen, spread out the paper, bit the pen tip and thought for a while before writing on the paper.
Water Woman
Women are made of water, flowing gently like a clear stream.
The eyes are like a sparkling lake, hiding the secrets of affection and dreams.
When she laughs, she is like a gurgling spring, jumping happily, smart and playful.
When crying, it is like a drizzle of rain, falling drop by drop, which makes people feel pity.
Women are made of water. They can embrace everything and have the world in their hearts.
Withstand the wind and rain with flexible strength, and write the legend of love over the years.
Sometimes it is a tranquil sea, deep and vast, full of wisdom.
After Xiao Cao finished writing, she put down her pen, picked up the paper, and read it to Old Lady Yang. "Grandma, how is it? I wrote it well."
Old Mrs. Yang: Granddaughter, I can understand a little bit when you read these words or phrases to me, but when you put them together, I have no idea what they mean.
Although I didn't understand what it meant, I would not refuse my granddaughter's face. As long as it was written by my granddaughter, it must be good. I clapped my hands and said, "Good, good, it's really well written, better than your eldest brother and others."
"Grandma, you think it's good too. My grandma has become very good now. She even knows how to appreciate poetry and understands the meaning of what is written." Xiao Cao'er looked at the excited old lady and gave a thumbs up.
"I don't understand, but you read so many books every day, how can your writing be bad?"
Xiao Cao'er looked at Grandma Yang's mysterious confidence in herself, her eyes smiling into crescents, "Yes, my writing must be good, and my grandma knows how to appreciate me." The two grandmother and granddaughter talked affectionately in the room for a while before going to the main room for dinner.