Wang Shi immediately stared and screamed, "What? Five silver coins?!"
Aunt Zhao is also anxious.
Mrs. Wang turned her head and said to Aunt Zhao, "Mother! Mother! This money can't be paid by the public! This is what Zhao Erya picked up by herself. If you want to pay, they have to pay for it!"
Li Shi almost cried: "Mother, sister-in-law, how can we have any money... All our money has been turned over to the mother..."
Wang sneered: "I don't care whether your second room has money or not. Anyway, don't think about this money involving our big room, don't think about affecting our big guy!"
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For a time, the whole dining hall was clamoring again.
Old Man Zhao's face turned blue with anger: "Shut up for me!"
Mr. Zhao is still very prestigious. As soon as he made a sound, everyone quieted down and looked at the head of the Zhao family.
Mr. Zhao frowned: "Eat first, I'll talk about this later!"
Aunt Zhao's face was indignant, but she was afraid of the majesty of Mr. Zhao's stern face, so she could only serve porridge to everyone angrily.
The porridge spoon is in the hands of Aunt Zhao, so she controls the right to have more porridge and less porridge.
Her first one was Mrs. Li, who gave the spoon to the second room.
The soup spoon was on the top and poured into the thick porcelain bowl in front of Mrs. Li. The porcelain bowl was broken, and it was not full. Aunt Zhao even moved the water level down a bit.
So it seems that there is only a small half bowl of clear soup with little water, and it is not enough to plug between the teeth.
Zhao Erya was so angry that she was about to speak her mind when Li covered her mouth and gave her a serious look.
"Why, too little?" Aunt Zhao's indifferent voice sounded.
"No, no, some food is good, how dare my daughter-in-law be picky about more or less?" Mrs. Li replied respectfully and hurriedly.
Aunt Zhao snorted coldly, ignored it, and continued to add porridge to the rest of the people.
Da Ya, Er Ya, and even Xiao Wu from the second room all got the porridge water on the top floor, but when it was the turn of the four boys in the big room, Aunt Zhao used it to fish it from the bottom of the pot.
Because the polenta is not boiled, it is easy to sink to the bottom, so when you fish from the bottom, a spoonful goes down, and the thick porridge comes out of the spoon.
Erya and Xiaowu are envious and sad, but have no theory. It can be seen that such an unfair distribution method has formed inertia.
After dividing the porridge, Aunt Zhao began to divide the black noodles.
The males of the Zhao family are all buns, and the women... have only half, but the sister-in-law Zhao Xiuli can get a whole black-faced bun every time.
In the middle of the small broken wooden table, there was a small bowl of dark pickles, which didn't look like any oil or water, but at Zhao's house, this was the only meal.
A bland meal was quickly resolved in silence and took less than three minutes.
Zhao Daya, Zhao Erya, Zhao Xiaowu... They all tacitly kept the last black-faced bun in their hands and quietly stuffed them into their sleeves.
"Bang!" The old man Zhao put the tableware and chopsticks on the table, and his dignified eyes stared at Zhao Er: "Tell me, what's the matter with your mother picking up a dead person?"
Zhao Er is a very honest farmer, how does he know what's going on? Suddenly stunned there.
Zhao Erya quickly said: "Grandpa, when Xiao Wu and I went to the back mountain to pick up firewood yesterday, we saw the injured sister Yun at the bottom of the cliff. Sister Yun was still angry. She really wasn't dead! There were vultures circling in the sky at that time. If we hadn't rescued her, she would have been torn to shreds and eaten by vultures!"