Chapter 19 I just want to eat sour radish

Jiang Lu made two clothes with the abandoned sewing machine of Erye’s house. The day after Zhou Chunhe wore it, he was stripped off by Daman and Xiya and looked out.

"Good, how can you, your wife, be so capable?" Daman's envy was already beyond words.

"Nonsense, can my Zhou Chunhe's wife be bad?" Zhou Chunhe's mouth grinned to the sky.

"Boss." Xiya used her eyes to confront Zhou Chunhe.

"What are you doing? Tell me something if you have something to do!" Zhou Chunhe retorted.

"Let my sister-in-law make one for me?" Xiya tentatively looked at Zhou Chunhe.

"The New Year is over, why are you doing clothes?" Zhou Chunhe asked.

Xiya lowered her head and laughed, making Zhou Chunhe and Daman laughed out loud.

"If you have any farts, let it go!" Zhou Chunhe roared.

"Isn't this my mother? I asked someone to tell me a wife and I will meet in two days." Xiya showed a shyness she had never felt before.

"What?!" The first thing that expressed dissatisfaction was Daman, "Have you grown old enough, you got married?"

"Why didn't it grow? Let me show you?" Xiya went back.

"Damn it, it's unreasonable, it's unreasonable." Daman screamed.

"It's a good thing." Zhou Chunhe said after a while.

Xiya smiled and grabbed Zhou Chunhe's hand and shook it, "Boss, please let my sister-in-law make one for me?"

"It's OK to do it, you have to get some compensation for your sister-in-law. I can't be so tired of my wife. Making clothes will take a lot of effort." Zhou Chunhe said the conditions.

"No problem." Xiya agreed.

Daman looked at Xiya's thirsty look and felt a little nervous, lamenting the injustice of the world.

"Can sigh work? Is there any bachelor in the world? Go to the ground to earn your wife's fortune quickly." Zhou Chunhe slapped Daman's back, shocking the guy so much that he almost fell from the tree stump to the ground.

"You two... are simply inhuman..." Daman howled.

After the Chinese New Year, each household officially implemented a single operation. Before the spring thunder sounded, the fields were filled with hardworking farmers.

Jiang Lu stepped on a sewing machine to make clothes for Xiya. Two days later it was the day when he met the girl, but the fabric that Xiya brought was not enough. He knew it himself, saying that it would be a little shorter to make the legs of the trouser.

Jiang Lu thought this was Xiya's top priority in life, and it was his first blind date. It was probably the last time, just based on the situation of Xiya's family. So she made the decision without authorization and gave Xiya's trouser legs and sleeves.

A piece of other fabric was spliced.

The fabric that Xiya took was gray, and the ones spliced ​​by Jianglu were navy blue. It was not only visually uncontradictory, but also quite harmonious, which looked very similar to the popular styles in later generations.

Jiang Lu did not make her trousers fat and big according to her current style, but compared to Xiya's figure, she straightened her trousers, which was neither close to her body nor too big, so that she could wear her body to the greatest extent.

The posture is straight and you won’t be able to hold it up. If your clothes are lowered, Xiya is not very tall. She is a typical southern little man.

This day was the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, and the last day of the Chinese New Year, Mrs. Zhou brought the big bowl of meat to the dining table again, and Jiang Lu felt disgusted for no reason.

"Mom, it's been so many days, why are you still bringing it?" Zhou Chunhe said, and glanced at his wife.

"Just because it's fifteenth, no one comes to pay New Year's greetings today. You can eat with confidence. It's so soft." Zhou Pozi explained.

Only then did Jiang Lu understand why this bowl of meat appeared once on New Year's Eve and never appeared again. The relationship was made by my mother-in-law.

But the meat was so eroded that she felt disgusting even if she looked at it for a while. How could she even whisper?

"Eat, eat." Mrs. Zhou picked up the chopsticks and picked up chopsticks for her son. It was Jiang Lu's turn. Jiang Lu subconsciously pulled the bowl to her side.

"Okay, you don't care. I'm eating it. It's so delicious. It's the best to eat it." Mrs. Zhou retracted her chopsticks.

"Is there any sauce radish left? I want to eat it." Jiang Lu said to Zhou Chunhe.

"Mom, are there any carrots left?" Zhou Chunhe said to his mother.

"There are still a few pieces, all sour. Who would be happy to eat that if you have meat?" Mrs. Zhou didn't care.

"It's sour, do you still eat it?" Zhou Chunhe turned around and asked his wife.

"Eat." Jiang Lu nodded.

Jiang Lu ate two sour radishes in a bowl of rice, but the dishes next to him didn't move.

After eating, Mrs. Zhou wiped her mouth and took a special look at Jiang Lu.

After dinner, she pulled her son aside and asked Jiang Lu how long it had been since her period.

"How can I remember this?" Zhou Chunhe said inexplicably, it would be better not to come, so that he would not delay his business.

"Silly son, you're afraid you're going to be a father." Mrs. Zhou covered her mouth and smiled.

Zhou Chunhe was stunned for a moment and understood, and his mouth opened again, "Really?"

"It's true or false, it's true. Hurry up and take your wife to the health center to see."

Without delaying for a moment, Zhou Chunhe went to the village chief’s house to borrow a bicycle.

I met the village chief killing a fish.

"Uncle, are you busy?" Zhou Chunhe stepped forward and smiled, handing over a cigarette.

"Didn't you see that you're busy? You kid are here to borrow a bicycle again, right?" the village chief said angrily.

I really don't want to borrow it, but I can't stop it every time.

"You are really imaginative. I haven't said it yet, you're here." Zhou Chunhe went downstairs and saved the opening remarks.

"No borrowing." said the village chief.

"What? Are you having a conflict with my aunt again?" Zhou Chunhe asked.

"Whenever you borrowed a bicycle, I wasn't scolded. This time I didn't borrow anything, and the bicycle was not at home." The village chief simply acted cautiously.

But Zhou Chunhe is a monkey spirit. He had seen the bicycle and was standing in the house.

"How about you come back and give you a pack of cigarettes?"

"Not really." The village chief scraped the fish scales with great effort.

Without saying a word, Zhou Chunhe took the fish and kitchen knife from the village chief's hand and scraped the fish scales slowly.

The village chief stood there and didn't react.

"I tell you that it's not easy to use. Even if you turn over all the land in my house, you won't borrow it."

"I will turn you over when I come back. What are the requirements?" Zhou Chunhe said.

"You?...Why are you so rascal? I agreed, this time, the last time."

As soon as the village chief finished speaking, a basin of dirty water in the room splashed out, splashing the two of them all over.

"Look, it's not that I won't lend it to you." The village chief said cowardly.

"It's not me who said you, how could you be the head of Wangjiaba Village, be controlled by a woman?" Zhou Chunhe got up and headed into the house, holding a kitchen knife in his hand.

After a while, it came out again.

"I agree, I'll ride away the bike." Zhou Chunhe put the knife and turned around to get the bike.

"The fish have not been cleaned up yet?" the village chief shouted hurriedly.

"I'm in a hurry, I'll clean up for you when I'm back. If you're not in a hurry," Zhou Chunhe said with a smile.

"I believe you, I'll have fish when you come back? The fish bones are gone." The village chief picked up the knife on the ground and scraped the scales again.

Zhou Chunhe rode his bike very fast, and his feet seemed to be equipped with hot wheels. Their family's three generations of single passes were not delayed.
Chapter completed!