"Enough, the second son's family, she just said it casually." Old Lady Zhu obviously favored Xiao Zhao, and her words implied that Chen was making a fuss.
"Mother, why do you say that? This is not a trivial matter. How can one's family slander one's family like this! My son is still young, and he can't stand it." Zhao immediately stood up and refuted, protecting Zhu Ping'an like a hen protecting her cubs.
"Second sister-in-law, why are you talking to mother like this?" Xiao Zhao avoided the main point and changed the subject, and began to accuse Chen of being disrespectful to Old Lady Zhu.
"You just fan the flames!" Chen looked at Xiao Zhao and sneered, and her eyes were full of contempt.
"Enough, eating a meal, what's the big deal." Old Master Zhu knocked his pipe hard on the table and glared at his second son and youngest son, meaning that they should each take care of their own wives, so as not to have a meal in peace.
Zhu Shouyi obediently reached out and pulled Chen to sit down for dinner. Although Chen looked unhappy, she still sat down to give face to her husband.
"Dad, I am also doing this for the good of our family. If she is possessed by evil spirits and brings bad luck to our family, it will be terrible." Xiao Zhaoshi was very careful and gave face to Mr. Zhu, but she also kept the matter of possessing evil spirits.
"Bullshit!" Chen saw that Xiao Zhaoshi was still not giving in, and she got angry all of a sudden, and wanted to scratch her.
"You are so petty, it's really a disgrace to be so polite." My uncle looked noble and indifferent to the world, shook his sleeves and shook his head and sighed.
The eldest aunt watched with great interest and did not dissuade them. She was trying to cultivate the demeanor of a lady from a rich family, thinking that if her husband passed the imperial examination, she would be the wife of a scholar. If her husband passed the imperial examination, she would be the wife of an official. She had to cultivate her demeanor. Seeing her two younger brothers and sisters making a scene without any image, she felt that she was superior and had a great demeanor.
However, Zhu Pingan sneered at his eldest aunt. If it was a lady from a rich family, she would have put an end to the dispute long ago, instead of watching the joke like the eldest aunt.
However, looking at his grandfather's dark face, Zhu Pingan felt that it was not a good sign to continue like this. After all, this was the era of feudal patriarchy. If he had a reputation for being unfilial, he would be criticized in the village.
"Mom, Fourth Aunt, what's wrong with you?" Zhu Pingan washed his hands, walked to his mother with his short legs, raised his chubby little face and asked curiously.
She was so cute and polite, greeting Xiao Si's aunt kindly, which made Xiao Si's aunt, who was just slandering Zhu Ping'an, a little embarrassed.
"Your fourth aunt said you were possessed by evil spirits." Chen glared at Xiao Zhao and said angrily.
"Mom, what is possessed by evil spirits?" Zhu Ping'an asked like a curious baby.
So Chen glared at Xiao Zhao again.
The old man also turned his eyes to Xiao Zhao, a little dissatisfied. Xiao Zhao's face was a little pale, and she felt that she had made a big fuss, but she couldn't let go of her face. She bent down to coax Zhu Ping'an and asked, "Zi'er, auntie wants to ask you, why have you started washing your hands and face recently?"
Zhu Ping'an is not really a five-year-old child, so he naturally won't let his words reveal his handle for her to catch. He ran to Chen's arms with his little body, leaned comfortably, looked at Xiao Zhao with innocent eyes and said, "Last time Zi'er was sick, the white-bearded grandfather who treated Zi'er said that Zi'er had a stomachache because of eating things with dirty hands. Zi'er didn't want to drink bitter medicine, so he washed his hands and face before eating as the grandfather said."
Although it is shameful to act cute and ridiculous to pretend to be young, but a five-year-old kid, why don't you try to be mature? Tired of living! I want to go to barbecue to endorse myself (with salt)!
When talking about the doctor with white beard, Zhu Pingan looked at everyone's expressions without leaving any trace. Everyone was basically convinced. You should know that Zhu Pingan had also done his homework. This white-bearded grandfather was not a simple person. He was a famous doctor in the county. He rarely saw patients. Even if he did, he would see dignitaries. The last time he treated Zhu Pingan was completely a coincidence. He happened to pass by on the way to visit a friend and saw the Zhu family in a panic. He couldn't bear it, so he took action.
"Okay, this matter ends here. No one should mention anything like being possessed by evil spirits in the future. They are all good children and grandchildren of my Zhu family. If I hear any bad rumors about my family outside, don't blame me for using the ancestral family law!" Old Master Zhu was still able to distinguish the importance of things. He didn't let his daughters-in-law quarrel endlessly. He slapped the table at the right time to end the dispute between his daughters-in-law.
A harmonious family is the root of everything. This has been the consensus of people since ancient times. If there are rumors of being possessed by evil spirits in the family, it will be very bad for the rest of the family. Since he was young, Mr. Zhu has worked hard for the prosperity of his family. He tightened his belt to support his eldest son's education for this purpose. He hoped that the family would prosper in his hands day and night, and he would not allow problems within the family.
The dispute died down, and the old man put down his pipe and moved his chopsticks.
After Mr. Zhu moved the first chopsticks, the Zhu family began to have dinner. It was very ancient feudal patriarchal. After more than ten days, Zhu Ping'an was no longer surprised by it. The only thing that is still difficult to accept is the food on the table. The so-called dishes are boiled with salt or steamed with salt. I remember that cooking was gradually popularized after the method of extracting vegetable oil was introduced in the mid-Qing Dynasty. Now cooking should be the patent of rich people. Farmers are reluctant to use animal oil for cooking. The staple food is steamed bread made of grains, mixed with some wild vegetables. The color is weird and the taste is bad. It takes a long time to swallow it. The taste of porridge is acceptable, but it is too watery, and it can reflect my fat face.
The amount of food on the table is fixed, and this amount is controlled by Mrs. Zhu. Men have two pancakes, and women and children have only one. There are also differences in porridge. The men have thick ones, and the women and children have soup.
Grandmother Mrs. Zhu is also partial. When dividing the pancakes and porridge, she treats them differently. The pancakes for the eldest uncle and the fourth uncle are big, and the ones for my family and the third uncle are smaller. In addition, the eldest uncle of the Zhu family has three pancakes, because he needs to study and use his brain. There are many similar examples of partiality. For dishes that are not often made, such as scrambled eggs, Mrs. Zhu also gives more to the eldest uncle and the fourth uncle.
Especially today, my grandmother, whether to compensate or not, occasionally picked up scrambled eggs for my uncle and aunt. My aunt also showed off to my mother Chen intentionally or unintentionally, which almost provoked my mother to bite her twice. The whole dinner table was tense and the world was not peaceful.
I remember when I first came here, Zhu Ping'an tried to pick up eggs, but was blocked by my grandmother with chopsticks, saying that eggs were for adults to supplement their bodies and they were tired from work. However, Zhu Ping'an had not seen my grandmother share eggs with his father.
Every family has its own problems.
Not eating enough or not eating well is definitely a fatal punishment for foodies.
After all, Zhu Ping'an is a person with a psychological age of more than 20 years old, so he can still bear it. But seeing the little loli Yu'er in the arms of the third aunt constantly biting her fingers and staring at the eggs with her big watery eyes, he felt a little bit reluctant.
Mother Chen, Third Aunt, Great Aunt, and Fourth Aunt often quarreled at the dinner table for various reasons, such as taking the same pancake, picking up the same dish, etc. In short, the dinner table would not be quiet.
In fact, many conflicts in the family can be attributed to one word, poverty. If there were a fortune, there would be no conflicts over these trivial matters. As the saying goes, a poor man has a short ambition, and a thin horse has long hair.
However, looking at my own little arms and legs, it is extremely difficult to make a fortune. Many experiences from my previous life are difficult to apply here. Moreover, my major is ancient Chinese literature. I don't know about inventions such as glass making, and I am not even proficient in life skills such as cooking in girls' time-travel texts. Of course, it doesn't mean that I am useless. I have at least hundreds of years of experience, common sense, and knowledge of ancient Chinese. It is a long way to go to make a fortune, but it is not out of reach.