They didn't ask their mother if they could have breakfast, and Zhao Zhang's didn't say that they would have breakfast before going out.

Lin Xiaofu put the scolding of the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law behind her, and was finally able to walk around the village, which made her a little excited.

In fact, the host is the people of the village, but they live on the other side of the village.

Thinking that she disappeared yesterday, the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law of the Zhao family must have scolded the Lin family.

The Lin family's three-room family has long been separated, and only they have a second room when life is not good.

The reason is simple, after the death of the old man, the old lady was served by the big house, and the big house, as the eldest son, naturally got the richest share of the family property.

Old houses, grocery stores, and a few acres of fertile fields and vegetable fields.

As the old lady's favorite youngest son, Sanfang naturally got the best fertile land, as well as two vegetable fields, a new house, and money to build a new house and live a life.

The second room that is not up or down is not favored by the old lady when it is small, and the family property is the least.

Except for a hill that could not be cultivated, there was only one acre of ordinary land and a small vegetable field, and there was not a single piece of cash to be seen.

It's just that these two sons were too naughty when they were young, and they always cried and were not well-behaved, and the old lady hated it, so it became a real suspicion.

In addition, the second daughter-in-law, Lin Yu, is weak and timid, which is completely different from the ability and shrewdness of the other two concubines, so naturally she is not liked by the old lady.

After a long time, some feelings are deep-rooted, even if the second son died of illness the year before last, it can't change the old lady's mind.

Since then, the Lin family has been lonely and widowed in the second room, living a hard life, and being bullied in the big house and the third room.

Children are young and often bullied by their cousins.

Come to think of it, yesterday the mother-in-law of the Zhao family came to the door, and the mother and younger siblings also suffered a lot, right?

But it was the old lady who received the money, did the Zhao family's mother-in-law and daughter-in-law scold the ruthless old woman?

Lin Xiaofu walked all the way, thinking about the consequences of her actions yesterday.

Out of the village, Zhao Zicheng did not take her on a donkey cart, but kept walking, just like when she was in the mountains.

"Do your feet still hurt?" Lin Xiaofu noticed his feet, and looked much more relaxed when he moved.

It's just that now on the official road, that is, on the flat land, I can't see whether it is better or just because of the road surface.

"Well, when I went down the mountain, I found that it was much better, except for the faint soreness, which was much better than before the attack."

Zhao Zicheng glanced at her and answered her feelings truthfully.

Lin Xiaofu curled his lips and chuckled, and said deliberately: "I don't know if your dog meat works, or my shepherd's cabbage soup works?" ”

"The soup is delicious." Zhao Zicheng was stunned, and then smiled.

The meaning of this is probably only clear to him.

They walked for a long time, and finally came to the town.

It's not a market day, but the town is still as lively as ever.

Zhao Zicheng first went to the restaurant where there are usually many transactions, and directly sold all the game.

"Let's go, go and pull two pieces of cloth to make new clothes." Zhao Zicheng was free, took Lin Xiaofu's hand and went to Buzhuang.

Lin Xiaofu couldn't walk all the way, he couldn't carry her again with the basket, so he kept leading her away.

The big palm has long been familiar with her delicate palm, and this action is skillful and natural.

Lin Xiaofu was not hypocritical, he followed all the way to the cloth village, and when he saw the pink material when he picked up the fabric, he suddenly remembered something.

"Yesterday I was beaten by a woman in a pink dress with a red hijab, bruises all over my body, and my forehead was bleeding, otherwise I wouldn't have run away."

At the same time as the complaint, he made up another knife, and all the faults of his escape were blamed on the murderer who didn't know who it was.