"As a mother myself, I can't bear to see such a young child go hungry, so I can help if I can. It won't waste anything."

"Hey, you are so stupid and kind, I don't even know what to say about you." Mother Zheng could only shake her head.

"I looked at your rice and noodle vats earlier, and both of them are almost at the bottom. How are you doing this year?"

"Don't worry, Mom, Xianjun will think of a way." Zheng Xiaoqin said.

"Although there is no harvest in the fields this season, Xianjun is working for other people and gets some living money. When he is not working, he goes to the mountains to chop firewood and sells it in the town. He can supplement some of his income.

I can also buy some rice and noodles with my scraps of money to live on."

"When I am out of confinement, I will raise a few more chickens and ducks. When the baby can eat complementary food during the Chinese New Year, I will make steamed egg custard for her. I will definitely be able to survive this life."

Mother Zheng felt very uncomfortable hearing this.

"If you had listened to me and your father and married into any family, it would have been better than this. You ate half a chicken during confinement, and I brought it here..."

"Mom, please stop talking. Don't bully a young man into being poor. Xianjun is very motivated at heart."

"Hey, it's true that a girl is a foreign minister. Today you can't listen to what mom is saying, but tomorrow the wind and water will take turns to fall on you. You will naturally know what mom is going through right now."

Zheng Xiaoqin just smiled and didn't argue. She didn't know what would happen in the future. She only knew that she didn't regret her choice now.

"Mom, I've finished eating. Give me the baby and I'll feed her a few more mouthfuls."

"Um."

Mother Zheng handed the child to Zheng Xiaoqin, took the empty bowl and prepared to go to the kitchen to wash it. As soon as she arrived in the yard, she saw Jiang Da, Jiang Xianjun, Yang Huazhong, and Blacksmith Luo entering the yard together.

Picking and carrying, two old hens with wings tied on, and two twist ducks with wings tied on.

A whole basket of eggs and a pair of crucian carp longer than chopsticks.

In addition, the twine bag he was carrying contained rice, wheat and the like.

Mother Zheng was stunned for a moment. The first reaction in her mind was: Are these things picked in?

When Jiang Xianjun saw his mother-in-law coming, he quickly picked up his things and came over to greet her. At the same time, he introduced Yang Huazhong and Luo Tiejiang behind him as to their purpose of coming.

Mother Zheng immediately understood that these things were really picked into the second room of the Jiang family.

It was a gift specially given to express gratitude to her daughter!

When Yang Huazhong and Blacksmith Luo heard that the woman opposite was Zheng Xiaoqin's mother, they also exchanged warm greetings. While Jiang Xianjun and Jiang Da went to settle things, Yang Huazhong and Blacksmith Luo talked to Zheng's mother again.

That again expressed their gratitude.

The kindness in Zheng Xiaoqin’s heart comes from Zheng’s mother.

Hearing the grateful words of Yang Huazhong and others, Mother Zheng's face was moved and her eyes were slightly red.

"Every family has its ups and downs. I told Xiaoqin earlier that we should help as much as we can. This is doing good and accumulating virtue. Besides, everyone has a little kid, and mothers in the world have the same ambition."

Both Yang Huazhong and Luo Tiejiang were not good at articulation. After expressing their most sincere gratitude to Mother Zheng, they immediately didn't know how to strike up a conversation when faced with Mother Zheng's croaking words.

Fortunately, Jiang Da and Jiang Xianjun came to the yard again after settling their things at this time. Seeing the three of them still standing and staring at each other, Jiang Da quickly told Jiang Xianjun: "What are you doing standing still? Hurry up and invite people into the house to drink tea."

ah."

Jiang Xianjun came to his senses and hurriedly came over to say hello.

Yang Huazhong and Blacksmith Luo waved their hands: "No, no, they are the only ones at home, we have to go back."

Jiang Shi didn’t hold back anymore.

Jiang Xianjun opened his mouth, but hesitated.

Mother Zheng looked on, her eyes flashed, and she took a step forward and said, "If the children are hungry, just bring them over. If you feed one sheep, you will feed a group of sheep. You are welcome."

Yang Huazhong and Blacksmith Luo could tell that Mother Zheng was more likely to say polite words, but since she could say that, it was not easy.

But Jiang Xianjun didn't say that, so Yang Huazhong and Blacksmith Luo couldn't take these kind words seriously.

Zheng's mother saw Yang Huazhong's scruples, and went to Jiang Xianjun in front of everyone and said, "Xianjun, do you think what I said is right?"

Jiang Xianjun nodded smoothly and blurted out the words that had been stuck in his throat: "Yes, if you are hungry, come and drink."

Yang Huazhong and Blacksmith Luo were relieved when they heard Jiang Xianjun said the same thing.

Not to mention, they really look forward to this sentence in their hearts.

It's always good to have an escape route, at least the children won't go hungry anymore.

The two thanked Mother Zheng and Jiang Xianjun again before saying goodbye and leaving.

Jiang Da didn't stay long and everyone went back to their homes.

Jiang Xianjun went over and closed the courtyard door, then returned to the west room.

In the west room, Zheng's mother was telling Zheng Xiaoqin about the previous events.

"...I just went to the house to take a look at those things. Darling, the old Yang family and the old Luo family are indeed rich and generous families. The gifts they sent are full of sincerity!"

“Originally, I thought the bag was filled with rice, but I didn’t expect it to be white, long-grained rice!”

"The wheat flour is also finely ground and used to roll noodles and make steamed buns, dumplings and pancakes. The texture is excellent!"

"And the eggs in that basket, I took a few glances, they must be at least this number!"

Zheng's mother stretched out a pair of fingers. Zheng Xiaoqin took a breath when she saw it.

"A hundred? That's too much. How can we eat them all?" She said, "If you don't finish them, they will spoil. Mom, you can take some home for my nieces and nephews to eat later."

Zheng's mother said: "Why am I willing to take yours? It's cold and it won't go bad easily. If you are really afraid of it going bad, I will pick it up for you and eat it slowly."

Because Jiang Xianjun came in, Zheng Xiaoqin temporarily stopped discussing eggs with Zheng's mother.

"Xianjun, shall we accept all these things?" she asked.

Yang Huazhong and the others delivered it early in the morning, but Xian Jun said he couldn't accept it and sent it back again.

Jiang Xianjun frowned, walked over and looked at the girl who was drinking happily in Zheng Xiaoqin's arms, and said, "I went to retreat before, and they were very sincere in what they said. If I send it back again, it will look like we are being hypocritical."

Zheng's mother immediately nodded in agreement, "Yes, they sent so many things here, and their intention is very clear. They will probably come over for a few drinks later. Let's just go on with peace of mind. This way, everyone will feel at ease."

Jiang Xianjun was silent.

Zheng Xiaoqin said: "I feed their children just out of pity for them and have no other intention of repaying..."

Zheng's mother said: "You don't have it, but people know how to be grateful. Even so, we will accept it. You have had a rough confinement, so I just want to give you these things to make up for it!"

"I'll make the decision on this matter, Xianjun, do you have any objections?"
Chapter completed!