Make a lot of money!I got rich in the year of famine

Chapter 67 Where is the money hidden?

Grandma Shen talked for a long time, but she didn't respond, "Why don't you talk? What are you thinking?"

"Oh, I'm just wondering how long it will be until June [-]th."

Zhou Laidi smiled and said: "It's not even the Dragon Boat Festival yet, and you're already thinking about June [-]th."

Granny Shen didn't smile. She measured Shen Qing's expression and tried to say: "On the way here yesterday, I discussed with your father that this year we will spend the Dragon Boat Festival together as a family, and both of you sisters will go back."

Zhou Laidi followed suit.

Shen Qing smiled coldly, looked past them, and looked at the field ridge outside, there was a new grave not far away, "We have to stay with my mother, we won't go anywhere."

This topic is quite heavy. Grandma Shen knows that she has resentment in her heart. After all, there was so much trouble that day. It has only been so long, how can she not remember it?
Zhou Laidi couldn't help but laugh, "This matter... is in the past. A family is still a family, and life has to go on, don't you think?"

Shen Qing's eyes suddenly burst into hot flames, "I can't make it through! My mother's death is wronged. I said earlier that she is not that easygoing woman at all. Besides, even if she wants to steal someone, it's not good to turn to someone. Turn to Zhu Er Er. Are you blind?"

The more Shen Qing spoke, the angrier he became. Shen Hui, who was busy in the kitchen, also slowly stopped what she was doing, her little face was very cold.

Huo Lin hid behind the stove and was about to light the fire, but now he didn't dare to make any noise. Aunt Cao had always been the two sisters' support.

Don't look at how happy the two of them are smiling on weekdays, as if nothing happened.

But whenever Aunt Cao was mentioned, Sister Hui would cry for a long time, while Sister Qing had a murderous expression on her face, which was very scary.

Grandma Shen actually wanted to scold her what she said that day, but things were different now. The two granddaughters were promising, and the relationship with her was about to ease. Why would they have to fall out over a dead person at this time?

Besides, she still doesn't know where the two girls hide their money!
I endured it again and again, swallowing all the restlessness in my heart.

The old woman smiled, "What you said... also has some truth, but there is no proof, your mother is gone, so it's not good to mention this matter again, so as not to attract more gossip, what do you think?"

Zhou Laidi was also in a hurry, "Shen Qing, even if you don't think about yourself, you still have to think about my Shen Yan. She is about to get engaged, so nothing can go wrong at this time, those scholars value face the most."

Shen Qing was about to laugh angrily, "Second Aunt, according to your wishes, it can't be found out now, and it can't be found out for Shen Feng in the future, so this matter has passed quietly, and my mother doesn't have to clean up her grievances, anyway, everyone If you are dead, washing it will be in vain.”

"I, I didn't mean that." In fact, that's what she thought.

The Cao family is dead, and now their skin and flesh have rotted away. What's the point of retelling those old stories.

"Whether that's what it means or not, once there are clues, I will find the real culprit and give my mother justice. If the second aunt is afraid of being implicated, it's best to stay away. Anyway, the second uncle and my father have separated. It won’t interfere with anything in your family.”

After choosing the dishes, she simply went to the kitchen.

Seeing my sister standing there holding up the kitchen knife, I hurried up to grab the kitchen knife.

"Hey, what's the matter?" Shen Hui regained consciousness and unconsciously wiped her face, only to realize that her hands were full of tears.

"You almost cut your hand, forget it, let me cut it!"

"No, I've got my hands dirty, don't make your hands smelly." Shen Hui took the kitchen knife over again, and chopped the chicken in two or three strokes, "Are you frying or should I?"

"Let me come!" Shen Qing took water from the jar to wash his hands, and asked Huo Lin to heat the small pot.

Wait until the moisture in the iron pan is boiled dry, pour in vegetable oil, and sprinkle a little salt to prevent the oil from splashing.

When the vegetable oil is hot enough to smoke, you can add ginger slices, pour in chicken pieces, and stir-fry over high heat.

The small roosters raised at home are not particular about how they are made, and what they eat is fresh and tender.

So I mainly stir-fry, add a little soy sauce to the soybean paste, and the color will be brighter. Vinegar is essential. There is a vinegar shop in the town. The craftsmanship of three generations is absolutely authentic. When Shen Qing passed by When she heard it, she punched five kilograms in one breath. She loved this one.

Making kimchi with vinegar is also a must.

She pickled a can of tender green peppers with salt and vinegar. Even if she didn't cook, eating just this would go well with her meal.

When the frying is almost done, add some well water, add peeled sweet potatoes, cook for one stick of incense, and when the soup is almost gone, add green peppers with seeds removed.

Because she was going to take it to the town, she quickly filled up half of it and cooked it with the residual heat of the casserole on the way.

The peeled sweet potato vines were wrapped in vegetable leaves and put into a small basket. She thought about it, this dish is not easy to cook, lest it will turn yellow when it is braised, and the appearance is not good, but it is still delicious freshly fried.

She has to go to town today, and of course there are other things.

The two of them took a horse-drawn carriage on the road, and the speed was more than doubled. When they arrived in the town, it was not past noon.

Huo Lin has been nibbling peaches on the way here. There are many wild fruits in the mountains, so there is no need to go deep into the mountains. Walking a little further into the mountains, you can meet apricot, plum and peach trees.

Huolin packed a bag without washing it. He wiped it on his clothes and ate it. He thought it was sweet and then handed it to Shen Qing.

"Sister Qing, try it, this apricot is really sweet."

Shen Qing took it and took a bite, his sour facial features immediately distorted, "You call this sweet?"

"Isn't it sweet? It tastes pretty sweet to me." Huo Lin gnawed on the second apricot with a calm expression.

Shen Qing threw away the half-eaten apricots, "It's good to use them to make wine, I'll pick some more when I go back later, and make another jar of rough wine to make fruit wine, I remember seeing a mulberry forest somewhere, if I can pick some Go back with mulberries and brew a jar of mulberry wine, that would be even better."

Huo Lin hurriedly raised his hand, "I know where it is, I'll pick it up on the way when we go back later."

After entering the town, got out of the carriage, gave the ride money, and the two went straight to Mao'er Alley.

Indeed, there was only one family. Huo Lin stepped forward to knock on the door, and soon a servant from the gatekeeper came to open the door.

"Who are you looking for?"

"We're looking for the house manager, is he there?"

The servant looked Huo Lin up and down, with contempt in his eyes, and his tone became bad, "Wait here, don't run around, I'll go in and ask."

boom!
Huo Lin looked at the two doors that were closed heavily, touched his nose helplessly, and turned back to look at Shen Qing.

You can't blame other dogs for seeing people as inferior, they are inferior people in the first place.

Look at what you're wearing here.

Huo Lin was wearing a gray cloth bunt, his trousers only reached his calves, and he wore a pair of old cloth shoes. Because he had been running a lot recently, the shoes were severely worn, and his toes were almost exposed.

Looking at Shen Qing again, he was still dressed as a young man, his hair was tied into a ponytail, his forehead was combed to keep his eyebrows straight, and when he lowered his head, he could almost cover half of his face, which was a bit nondescript.

The clothes were made by Shen Hui from Huolin's old clothes. They were made of coarse blue cloth. Huolin was a boy and the clothes wore out quickly. Even if the old clothes were not old, they still had two patches.

(End of this chapter)