Wang Family’s Peasant Woman: Raising kids and Making wealth

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Chapter 165 Bubbles on the Feet

"What's wrong with your feet?" Su Wangqin had opened the door of the back room, and a pair of thick brows frowned at her.

Gu Chunzhu used to hold his feet carefully to pick blisters. He didn't hear the sound of Su Wangqin walking in from the yard after work. When he looked up at him, tears burst into his unconscious eyes. It hurt.

An An pointed at Gu Chunzhu's feet and told her father, "My mother is in pain, and my feet and feet are foaming."

Su Wangqin came over and clenched Gu Chunzhu's feet in her hands. Her instep was white and tender, but her soles came out of a thin cocoon. There were three blisters on this foot alone. One of the biggest blisters was also picked out by Gu Chunzhu and became blood bubbles, which made him look sullen.

"I went a little bit more today, just pick it out." Gu Chunzhu waved the sewing needle in his hand unintentionally, looking like he would continue to work hard.

Su Wangqin withdrew the sewing needle in Gu Chunzhu's hand, turned around and went straight to the stove, turning his head toward Gu Chunzhu and said: "Don't move, I'll get it for you."

This servant doesn't pretend to be such a peasant farmer. He dare to order himself. If the sole of the foot is really painful, Gu Chunzhu will show him a ballet movement on the ground with his toes.

After a while, I saw Su Wangqin brought a pair of scissors and Gu Chunzhu shrank back toward the inside of the bed in fear, "Wang, don't you want to use this to cut my blisters!"

"Well." Su Wangqin took out the fire and lighted the oil lamp, and baked the scissors on the fire. "My knife is good, and it won't hurt."

Gu Chunzhu was muttering, the intersection of scissors and knife.

Su Wangqin had already grabbed Gu Chunzhu's feet and took the tip of the scissors to break the blisters on one of her feet. She didn't feel any pain for Gu Chunzhu.

"And this one." She also extended her other foot in coordination, and this foot had a blister.

Su Wangqin gave her both feet a good deal and took the gold sore medicine from her mahogany box to sprinkle her. The distressed Gu Chunzhu wanted to retract her feet, but Su Wangqin didn't care about Gu Chunzhu's resistance at all. Phra wrapped her.

Gu Chunzhu was sullenly lying in bed and didn't want to care for him. The gold sore medicine was so expensive that it was wasted on her tiny blisters.

But watching Su Wangqin still had mud on him, he was nervous before taking a bath to pick up blisters for himself. Gu Chunzhu pulled his winter coat sleeves, "Do you know if you eat pig rice in the afternoon?"

"Well, I eat at Liu's house. You take the children. I'll wash them first. You stay in bed and don't move. I'll do it for dinner." Su Wangqin said as he walked out of the Caimen gate.

"You..." The point is that she hasn't asked which child to take? Gu Chunzhu held his cheek.

After staying in bed for a while, the little girl An'an was very happy to put her head on Gu Chunzhu's arm for a while, and put it on her stomach for a while. Her two little feet were hanging upside down on the wall.

"Little fool, the plaster on the wall has been pulled down." Gu Chunzhu gently pulled An'an's feet over, and put her shoes and socks on her to tell her to play on the ground.

She smelled the smell of brown rice. In addition to the bean sprouts, she was going to make a stir-fried cabbage fan at night. Gu Chunzhu was afraid that Su Wangqin wouldn't get it.

Gu Chunzhu lifted the lid and looked at it, the rice smelled fragrant, and Xiaocheng cooked the brown rice soft and hard.

She urged Xiaocheng to heat another pot and get the lard and start to fry the bean sprouts, soaking the vermicelli with hot water on the side. When her bean sprouts are fried, the vermicelli will be almost the same.

Chinese cabbage is immersed in the vegetable washing basin, soak it for a while until it is cooked to make it more watery.

"Mother, fragrant!" An An held Gu Chunzhu's legs in a circle, and his little nose moved.

The wood fire and the stove were fierce, and the bean sprouts quickly smelt out the aroma. There was a large bowl of deflated buds. It's just that the appearance is not particularly good.

I remember that she had watched a TV series about God of Food before. She made a crystal phoenix with a handful of bean sprouts, a piece of sugar and a few pieces of radish.

It seems to take out a needle-sized space in the middle of the bean sprouts. The sugar is melted into a hole in the bean sprouts, and then the bean sprouts are used to make a white feather like a feather. And it tastes extremely sweet.

If she couldn't make it herself, Gu Chunzhu shook her head and quickly put the fried bean sprouts in the pan into a pot. She pulled out a bean sprout filled with soup in the bowl and blew it to the little girl. Mouth, "Come on, give the mother a try!"

"Delicious!" An An chewed her little mouth, and her eyes fell on the bean sprouts on the table. She obediently sat on the bench, and her two small arms were sitting together.

Gu Chunzhu took out the cabbage and cut it into chunks of similar size, fry the gang first and then the leaves. When they were almost cooked, put the fans down and shake them with chopsticks so that they would not stick them together.

When Su Wangqin shook the winter coat in the yard and washed his face and hands in, Gu Chunzhu finished his meals.

"Say let me come." Su Wangqin looked at her with a bit of distress. This woman did not care about her body so much. She must have left the last thing she was sick.

"An An Xiaocheng Niang's fried fans are delicious. You can eat more if they are delicious." Gu Chunzhu put a pair of chopsticks fans to two children. On the left and right, other dowries did not hear Su Wangqin's words.

The children also ate sweetly. Su Wangqin sat down and ate a whole bowl of rice. With a helpless sigh in her heart, the food she made was indeed more delicious than what he made!

After wiping his face with two little guys after dinner, Gu Chunzhu asked who was going to eat pig-killing rice with her. Xiao Chengqian said that he would stay at home. An An was greedy and happy to follow.

Gu Chunzhu thought about coming back tomorrow to give Xiaocheng a fried egg and fried rice, but he should not lose him.

Gu Chunzhu fell asleep early that night. The man sleeping on his side woke up several times to apply the golden sore medicine to the blisters of her feet several times. Most of the medicine in the bottle was used.

Early in the morning, the sky outside was covered with white fish, and Gu Chunzhu got up.

"Yes, crusted?" Gu Chunzhu glanced at the bottom of his feet when he wore socks in the morning and found that he had crusted. Although there was still some pain, it must have been less painful when I went to work today.

She had eaten the sweet potato taken from the pot and left, locking the door.

"Brother and sister, so early." Zhao Dafu's family had pigs to kill. Fu sister-in-law couldn't handle him alone, so he didn't go to Liu's house to work. He stayed at home and **** a pig and Fu sister-in-law. One person carried the pig's two front legs, and the other carried the hind leg, sinking heavily, taking a few steps to rest.

The pigs in his family were very well raised. Fusister-in-law usually had no hard work at home with Da Zhuang. She thought about cutting pig grass to raise pigs. This pig has two hundred and fifty kilograms.

"Sister-in-law, let me help you."

"Chunzhu, it's very important that I don't bother you anymore." Fu's sister-in-law and Zhao Dafu stopped for a while. The pig was placed on the ground and felt the death was about to come.

"It's okay." Gu Chunzhu joined the pig-raising team.