Chén Bǐngchāng said behind Chén Shūhuì, "Why don't you let your two nieces and daughter-in-law clear the land? Aren't they doing a bad job? They aren't doing badly. Your nephews and grandsons are doing very well. If you're sick, let them do anything in the future! And your private land, let them help plant it this year!"
"Go! Go work for your Grandfather!" Chén Dàshuǐ waved his big hand.
They all carried hoes. Several younger generations immediately rushed into the field like bandits, burying their heads in work.
Chén Shūhuì's eyes sank. This was literary, not martial. Was this outright robbery?
It wasn't that simple!
Chén Shūhuì raised her head and smiled at Chén Dàshuǐ, "Third Grandfather, we are all real relatives. Are you here to help my family till the land? Aren't you going to charge me?"
"Child, what are you talking about? You know you're my real relative. How can you charge money?" He stared at Chén Shūhuì.
Chén Shūhuì smiled, "You're not charging me, but you're here to pick vegetables? When the vegetables in the field are ripe, will you find an excuse to pick them? For example, you tilled the land, did you pay for the rapeseed? Or you're not taking them for free, just borrowing them, and you'll return them when you have them?"
Chén Dàshuǐ fell silent, his face suddenly darkened. Several people from Chén Dàshuǐ's family, who were swinging their hoes, stopped and looked at Chén Shūhuì. No one expected her to speak so frankly and accurately.
"Fine, I won't lend them to you! I can eat more than your whole family by myself. This land's produce isn't enough for me alone to eat!" Chén Shūhuì said.
"Pah, why don't you just die?" Chén Weimin's wife leaned on her hoe and said, "I say, Shūhuì, you're not young anymore. You should find your mother-in-law. I advise you to eat less, otherwise, who can afford a daughter-in-law like you?"
Because of Chén Shūhuì's weight, they couldn't sell her for a good price!
In the mountains, when buying a bride, do fools look for someone who eats little and works a lot?
Look at Hua Biao again. What can't he do? Nothing! If you go to someone else's house, let alone have a son, you can eat up all the kang seats in a year! Who would want that?
Hua Zhaoshan glanced at her but didn't answer.
Don't let them change the subject!
"Third Grandfather, will you order meals at my house from now on?"
Chén Dàshuǐ remained silent.
Chén Weimin's wife rolled her eyes and then said, "Tsk tsk, everyone, listen to what the child is saying!" It's true that relatives will pick vegetables from each other's homes. It's as if we are beggars!"
In the mountainous areas, flat land is scarce, the terrain is narrow and long, and neighbors are far apart, yet they can see each other.
Many people saw Chén Dàshuǐ bringing so many people to Chén Bǐngchāng's house.
Almost no households in the entire back village were there today. It was the off-season, and most people were there to watch the excitement.
However, due to the personalities of Chén Bǐngchāng and Chén Dàshuǐ, they were relatively quiet while watching the excitement.
If it were another family's lively event, they would have already started discussing it.
However, Chén Shūhuì's words truly offended people. When friends and relatives picked vegetables at each other's homes, it was done casually. They would ask for some, take some, but not demand.
Chén Weimin's wife said it well. She is truly a relative, and she came to pick vegetables?" Chén Shūhuì couldn't smile and said sarcastically, "Who doesn't know that I don't have enough to eat all year round? My Grandfather spends money on vegetables every month! Who are you asking to pick vegetables? If I pick vegetables, you'll beat me up!"
A few years ago, when the original owner was young, the vegetables in the family's vegetable garden were not enough for her to eat. She also knew that in the village, as long as relatives had surplus, they would send vegetables from their gardens to each other. As a result, the original owner went to Chén Dàshuǐ's house and was beaten out.
Chén Weimin's wife's face showed a hint of embarrassment, but she sternly replied in a low voice, "Our family has over ten people. We don't have enough food. We don't have any surplus for you."
"You are right!" Chén Shūhuì said loudly, "You are right! I don't have enough food myself. I don't have any surplus for you!"
These words left Chén Weimin's wife speechless, unable to breathe.
The people from Chén Dàshuǐ's family all looked at Chén Shūhuì with their hoes, then looked at Chén Dàshuǐ.