Zhou Shuren supported him patiently, "Yes."
Li was the most panicked. Her mother-in-law was looking at her. She said weakly, "Mother."
Zhulan was also panicking. Even taking medicine alone was not enough. She still needed to supplement her nutrition. She didn't want to die early. "I'll catch an old hen from last year and kill it later."
Li suspected that she had heard it wrongly, and her voice screamed like Tuoba Rat, "Kill the chicken?"
Zhu Lan covered her chest, thank goodness she didn't have a heart attack, otherwise she would have died early. She said coldly, "Yes, kill the chicken and stew it tonight, and stew a big bone at noon. Wait for me to get you some noodles, and use the bone soup to make dumpling soup."
Li was even more panicked than before. Was she going to end up living like this? What had upset her mother-in-law today
"Mom, the old hen is laying eggs!"
Zhulan was silent. The Zhou family's chickens were well-raised and were indeed laying eggs. The original plan was to give last year's old hens to Zhao to eat during the winter when she was confinement and during the New Year. She really couldn't bear to kill her own chickens, but buying chickens outside was even worse, as that would be a show of wealth and would attract more attention.
Zhou Shuren, "Kill him."
Li didn't dare to say anything. She felt that her father-in-law was creepy today. "Okay, okay, Dad. I'll go right away."
He ran away to death, very swiftly.
Zhou Shuren looked down and saw the little girl looking at him timidly with big eyes. His heart softened and he touched her hair. "Go help your sister-in-law take care of your niece. We'll have chicken tonight."
Xue Han narrowed her eyes. This was still the father who loved her. He hadn’t changed. “Yeah.”
Zhulan returned to the room and lay down on the kang, which was covered with a mattress. Otherwise, the kang was a little cold and her body would not be able to bear it.
Zhou Shuren also got on the kang, but he didn't lie down but sat against the wall. His back was also cold. "This is in the north, and winters were colder in ancient times. I'm thinking of renovating the house, rebuilding the kang and the fire wall, and re-laying the floor to prevent it from getting dirty when it snows or rains."
Zhulan: "Okay."
The fire wall and fire pit have existed since the Han Dynasty. They just didn't rebuild them in an extraordinary way. She also wanted to live comfortably. As for the ground, she agreed even more. Clean modern people really can't accept dirt roads, especially indoors.
Zhulan added, "Don't just renovate our own room, renovate the children's room as well. We are not in good health and Zhao is going to have a child. The reason is sufficient and not abrupt."
Zhou Shuren was stunned. His sense of immersion was not as good as Zhulan's. He only thought of himself and Zhulan, not the children. "Well, I'll listen to you. I'll do it after the follow-up visit, so that we won't be busy with the autumn harvest and it will get colder day by day until winter."
Zhulan: "Okay."
Zhou Shuren saw Zhulan's eyelids were fighting, but he didn't say anything. Sure enough, after a while he heard her even breathing. He was infected by the sleepiness and lay down to rest.
Zhulan had a good sleep and felt strong enough. She sat up and watched Zhou Shuren sleeping again. She got up and went to bed, but she didn’t hear any voices from the eldest or second child. It was not even noon yet!
In those damn ancient times, it was hard to tell the time. She recalled her original body's memories and thought that she should go buy an hourglass, otherwise she would become even more unsure.
The kitchen was filled with the smell of bone soup, which had been stewing for quite some time, and Zhulan was a little hungry.
Li was making pancakes and said flatteringly, "Mom, you're awake."
Zhulan hummed, took a large bowl, and then brought back a bowl of noodles, "To make dumplings."
Li took a breath and felt distressed. It was a big bowl of white flour. "Mom, it's too much."
"You are the housekeeper or I am the housekeeper, and I will cook your meals."
Li didn't dare to say anything and obediently took the big bowl.
Zhulan smelled the bone soup again. Although Li had many minor flaws, his cooking skills were impeccable, which was one of his strengths. She then looked at the slaughtered chicken, which was fat enough and had a lot of chicken fat. She thought of chicken oil noodles, which made her even hungrier.
The sound of sobbing outside the house.
Zhulan, “… … ..”
I really don’t understand why you are crying. This life is so miserable!