The Cannon Fodder of Fast Time Travel, She Chooses To Farm: Chapter 807 50’s bitter sister-in-law 40

Chapter 807: Fifty-year-old sister-in-law (40)

These two items are small in size, so being stuffed into a pile of clothes will not easily make Comrade Xiao Jin, who is a scout, suspicious.

 She has always adhered to the principle of "people respect me one foot, and I respect others one foot".

However, there is an extra bottle of medicated oil and a sprig of wild ginseng in the package. Can Comrade Xiao Jin, who was a scout, not be suspicious?

"Daughter-in-law, did you have these things when you were cleaning up in the morning?" He tilted his head and looked at her.

Xu Yin resisted touching her nose and pretended to be calm and said: "It's been wrapped in my clothes all the time. You may not have noticed."

 Cheng Shaojin raised his eyebrows and did not continue the topic.

But - "This ginseng is too valuable, keep it for yourself. My mother just has a bad waist, not a weak body, so just use this medicinal oil."

What he was thinking in his mind was that his wife might have spent a lot of effort to find this old wild ginseng in the deep mountains and old forests. Her parents’ family was not even willing to give it to them, so how could they give it to her husband’s family in its entirety? . His wife is kind-hearted, but he can't shamelessly take advantage of her.

So he refused to take it and asked her to take it back and hide it.

Xu Yin thought about it for a while, then stopped insisting and said, "Okay, I'll keep it first. If you need anything, just tell me. We are husband and wife, there is nothing we can't talk about."

Cheng Shaojin felt warm in his heart. He stretched out his long arms and held her in his arms, pretending to kiss her, but was interrupted by Cheng's father coughing.

In order to avoid suspicion, Cheng's father quickly took a few steps back, stood at a distance and shouted: "Put your luggage first, pack it slowly, and come out for snacks first."

Cheng's mother came out of the kitchen with two bowls of brown sugar and eggs. When she saw her husband shouting from a distance, she wondered: "I asked you to ask them to come out for snacks, but you just stand here and shout? What does it look like!"

Mr. Cheng blushed: "You don't understand."

　　　…”

Cheng's mother didn't understand, but the young couple in the room understood. Xu Yin pinched the man and said angrily: "Get out of here quickly!"

 “As ordered.” Cheng Shaojin held back a smile, ruffled her hair, and came out of the room first.

“Mom, this is the medicated oil that someone from Inyinto got. I heard she said it is very effective in curing back pain. I will ask dad to give you some medicine later and massage it until it feels warm. It will relieve the pain in your back.”

"Really?" Cheng's mother happily took it, "Yin Yin is very interested. This kind of massage medicine is so expensive that even the trustee can't buy it."

"Mom, you use it first, use it well, and I will bring it to you later." Xu Yin walked out and said.

"Oh, this bottle is enough, don't waste this money. I have an old waist problem, and even the doctor said that it can't be cured, but it can only be relieved. Since it can't be cured, why bother spending this money. I Just pay attention and try not to let it happen, and it will pass."

 Xu Yin smiled but said nothing.

 The medicated oil prepared by others may only provide relief but not a cure. How can she still have no confidence in the medicated oil prepared by her?

Father Cheng and Mother Cheng only feel happy. It is the best thing for their children to be filial. As for whether the medicinal oil is effective for back pain, who cares, whether it is effective or not is up to the children.

 Mother Cheng even wanted to keep this bottle of medicinal oil as a family heirloom, but she was reluctant to use it.

Father Cheng still said: "Don't tell me whether it's useful or not. The children brought it all the way, and you can use it. Otherwise, they will think you don't like it. How sad will it be if they find out?"

　　“Okay, you press the button for me.”

Cheng's mother carefully poured out a little medicated oil and applied it to the sore parts of her waist. "Old Cheng, please hold back a little and massage gently. I don't know what's going on today. It's particularly painful."

"Okay, okay, I know, it's probably because I twisted too hard when I went downstairs just now, and it got aggravated." Cheng's father said while giving his wife a massage.

 Outside, Xu Yin rolled up her sleeves and took over half of Cheng's father's busy work.

By the time Cheng Shaojin brought two buckets of water up from the patio downstairs, Xu Yin had already killed and cut up the chicken, scaled the fish and removed the internal organs, and was waiting to wash them and add them to the pot.

 According to her, it would be more convenient to just carry the vegetables down and wash them in the patio. There is no need to go back and forth to fetch water and carry them up. But Comrade Xiaojin said that every household here is like this - the meat and vegetables are washed at home, and only clothes, quilts, vegetables, etc. are taken downstairs to be washed, mainly because they are afraid that the neighbors will be jealous if they see it.

Even though the people who live here are all power plant workers, there are not many couples like the Cheng family who work both jobs and have one child. They basically support a large family with one labor force.

Like some families, they have seven or eight children, the eldest is fifteen or sixteen, and the youngest is two or three years old. Not only do they have to arrange for the eldest son’s marriage, but they also have to take care of the youngest’s food and drink. How can life be tight? Even during the Chinese New Year, we don't eat much meat and vegetables. How happy is it to see that there are only three members of the Cheng family, but they kill chickens and fry fish during the Chinese New Year?

 For those who are celebrating the New Year, it’s better not to cause such trouble. I'd rather be tired and carry the water home for washing.

"I'll do the rest." Cheng Shaojin put down the bucket, took off his coat, and took over the cleaning job.

 Xu Yin picked up the spatula and said, "Then I'll be the cook."

“…” Cheng Shaojin couldn’t laugh or cry, “My mother said that a new daughter-in-law cannot work on the first day she enters the house.”

Xu Yin looked at him with a smile but not a smile: "If you don't work on the first day, you should do all the work from the second day, right?"

"That's not possible." Cheng Shaojin had a strong desire to survive, "I married my daughter-in-law because I feel sorry for her. There is no reason to let her do all the work at home."

Xu Yin looked away with an angry smile, neatly smeared some oil into the pot, and started frying the fish.

 You can celebrate the New Year without meat, but you can’t live without fish. There will be plenty every year!

 The rooster was chopped into pieces. There were potatoes at home, as well as the dried mountain bamboo shoots and wild mushrooms she brought, and the rooster was stewed in a pot.

 Father Cheng was massaging his wife's waist in the room. He smelled a fragrant aroma as he pushed and massaged, and sniffed: "What's stewing next door? Why does it smell so good!"

Cheng's mother really hadn't slept well these past few days. She was not only thinking about getting up early to grab the balcony, but also worried that her daughter-in-law would be difficult to get along with. At this moment, she applied medicinal oil and was pushed by her husband with appropriate force. She was so comfortable that she almost fell asleep.

I heard what he said in a daze and suddenly woke up: "Oh! It's almost noon. Why are you lingering here if you don't go to cook?"

 Father Cheng: “…”

Think of him being too lazy? Is he being lazy or pushing her back?

“My dear mother, you have to speak with your conscience. I have been pushing your back and I am not lazy. I don’t know whether your back pain is getting better or not. I only know that my hands are so tired that they are sore.”

Cheng's mother was angry and funny: "Okay, okay, you've worked hard! Go out and cook! It's already noon! The food in other people's pots can be served, and our chickens haven't been killed yet."

As she said that, she also sat up from the bed. "Hey," she touched her lower back. "It doesn't hurt anymore."

"Hey! Do you think it's a panacea? It won't hurt in a while?" Cheng's father was happy, "Doesn't the daughter-in-law's filial piety work even if it doesn't work?"

Cheng Mu rolled her eyes at him: "I'm not kidding, it really doesn't hurt anymore. Except for being a little sore, it's much better than before. Just now I really felt like the bones in my body were about to fall apart."

 “It really doesn’t hurt anymore?”

 “Why are you lying to me! Let’s go, let’s go stir-fry and cook! Don’t let the children go hungry.”

 (End of this chapter)