Transmigrated from a post-apocalyptic world to become a village bully and set up a stall in ancient

Chapter 21 The "Crooked Pot and Stove" Are Now Straight

Seeing Da Niu in a daze, Lin Xi glanced at him.

He patiently explained, "I'll return the gauze I borrowed from the old house, and bring the cotton cloth so your third aunt can take your measurements to make new clothes. Consider this bowl of porridge a token of appreciation for the old house's hard work."

"Okay, I'll go right away!" Da Niu quickly packed his things and went to the old house next door.

"Grandpa, Grandma, what are you doing?"

As soon as Da Niu entered the old house's courtyard, he told his grandparents to stand by the wall separating their house and inhale something intensely.

Upon hearing the sound, the two panicked for a moment and quickly busied themselves with their work to cover up their embarrassment.

So Da Niu saw that her grandmother was planing a wooden board and her grandfather was making insoles.

Da Niu's eyes widened. When did his grandparents learn to teach each other skills?

The two looked down and exclaimed, "Damn it, they've rebelled!"

So the two quickly switched places, and Lin Yong coughed lightly, "Ahem, what brings Da Niu over here?"

Da Niu was about to scratch his head, but he was holding things in both hands. He quickly went into the yard and placed the large bowl on the table.

"Grandpa, Grandma, my father sent me to return your gauze."

Da Niu, now free of his hands, quickly ran over and handed the gauze to his grandparents.

But the two ignored it completely, staring intently at the large bowl of meat porridge on the table.

That's it, that's the scent!

They pushed aside the big cow blocking their way as he handed them the gauze and walked to the table.

Big Bull: ? !!!

"Grandpa, Grandma?"

Da Niu called out behind them, which brought the two, whose souls had been "hooked" by the porridge, back to their original state.

Jiang immediately snapped out of her daze, turned around and saw Da Niu looking at them with a blank expression. Her face flushed, she quickly coughed twice and took the gauze.

"Ahem, Da Niu, this..." Jiang pointed to the bowl. Without a doubt, it must have been brought over by those two spendthrifts.

"Oh, Grandma, my dad wants to ask my third aunt to make clothes for me. He said this is payment."

After hearing Da Niu's words, Jiang Shi and Lin Yong realized that there was a cloth on the table, and it was cotton cloth!

Jiang quickly closed the courtyard gate, then pulled Da Niu aside and asked in a low voice, "Da Niu, tell me the truth, where did you go with them today? Did your parents...did they sell you?"

Lin Yong was also filled with anxiety, worried that the two men might have really sold Da Niu. To make the "delivery" more presentable, he specially bought cotton cloth to make clothes for Da Niu.

He dared not think about it; the more he thought about it, the more convinced he was that he had guessed the truth…

Otherwise, how could they have cotton cloth, meat porridge, and white rice? Where did they get the money?

Da Niu is at his wit's end because of his grandma, should we sell him?

He glanced at his grandfather, whose face was also full of anxiety. It seemed that his grandparents had misunderstood.

He quickly explained, "Grandpa, Grandma, you've misunderstood. My parents didn't sell me."

Jiang looked unconvinced. "Da Niu, don't try to fool us. If we really sold you, we can go to the seller and 'rescue' you. If you don't tell the truth, where will we find you later?"

Lin Yong nodded in agreement. This was his eldest grandson. Although the family had separated, he was still a member of the Lin family. How could he be sold off by those two "spoiled brats"?

Da Niu quickly patted Jiang Shi's hand, "Grandma, I'm telling the truth. My parents didn't sell me, nor did they go drinking or gambling. This money is all clean money that my parents earned by making and selling elm seed cakes every morning."

Jiang and Lin Yong looked at Da Niu with disbelief, as if to say, "We're too old to be fooled."

Jiang frowned: "Elm seed cakes can sell for so much money? And that's enough to buy cotton cloth and meat porridge?"

Da Niu nodded vigorously, "Grandma, it's true. My parents' elm seed cakes are so delicious, lots of people buy them, and they're in a rush to sell them. We made some this morning, and we still couldn't sell them all!"

Lin Yong still had some doubts, "Da Niu, you're not kidding me, why are they suddenly so diligent?"

Although he admitted that the elm seed steamed buns were indeed incredibly delicious, the best steamed buns he had ever eaten in his life.

But to suddenly tell him that his crooked stove and pots had been straightened out is like telling him that a sow has climbed a tree. Impossible, absolutely impossible.

Da Niu smiled. "Grandpa, I don't know the reason either. But my parents are indeed making money. If you don't believe me, you can ask Uncle Zhao."

The two exchanged a glance. There was a "witness" too?

Lin Yong immediately went out the door and headed straight for the village chief's house.

Although Jiang found it hard to believe, she was still quite happy that the two men were willing to let Da Niu make clothes for them.

Because her third daughter-in-law took her three little ones out to gather pig feed.

So she immediately found a ruler and measured Da Niu's dimensions, so that she could start making it when her third daughter-in-law returned.

After taking the measurements, Da Niu chatted with Jiang Shi in the courtyard for a while before returning home.

Lin Yong pushed the door open and came back. Jiang Shi hurriedly stepped forward and asked, "How is it? Is what Da Niu said true?"

Lin Yong nodded to Jiang Shi, "Nephew Zhao said that they have been selling elm seed steamed buns at the city gate these past two days, and business is booming. It's exactly what Da Niu said."

Jiang's heart, which had been pounding in her chest, finally snapped back down into its depths.

"That's good... I was just afraid those two wouldn't last long before they went back to their old ways."

It's better that the two of them can live a stable life, and Da Niu is no longer abused by them as he used to be.

"Old woman, is this edible?" Lin Yong swallowed hard as he looked at the porridge on the table and asked Jiang Shi for her opinion.

"Eat, eat, all you do is eat. If we leave this out, we can add some water and cook it again when everyone comes home tonight, and the whole family can have a full dinner."

Jiang glared at her old man and quickly went over to carry the thick, cooked meat porridge back to the kitchen.

Although those two have indeed made some money now, their "spendthrift" nature hasn't changed at all.

If this porridge were cooked a little thinner, it would be enough for the whole family for three meals.

But she had to admit, the porridge smelled amazing.

She used her fingers to pick up two grains of rice from the edge of the bowl and put them in her mouth.

It would have been better if I hadn't eaten it, because once I did, I felt as if I were in a heavenly feast of celestial nectar and jade dew.

The two grains of rice melted instantly in her mouth, the rich aroma of meat and the mellow fragrance of rice crashing against her taste buds like surging waves.

She felt as if her tongue was dancing joyfully, and every taste bud cell was excitedly cheering.

This is no ordinary meat porridge; it's practically celestial nectar!

Jiang's eyes widened involuntarily, and an expression of disbelief appeared on her face.

"Am I dreaming? How can there be such delicious food?!"

She looked down at the bowl, wishing she could immediately pour the whole bowl of porridge into her stomach, but reason told her she couldn't do that.

She suppressed her urge to eat it all by herself and carefully put the porridge back in the kitchen.

He sat back under the eaves and absentmindedly sewed insoles.

He kept looking out the gate, wondering, "Why haven't the second son's family and the third son come back yet..."