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Chapter 1123 80 Little Stutterer Pork Shop 18

They were left behind, stunned as they watched the aunties running ahead of them almost disappear from sight.

Why is that Jiang girl running so fast? Do they think they can eat her? It's good enough that she's not arguing with them.

These women are always ready to say a few words to anyone in the village. They'll chime in if a mother-in-law is scolding her daughter-in-law, and they'll gossip about any widow who wants to remarry.

They dared not say much about Jiang Lingyao's affairs.

Someone once said that Jiang Lingyao was an unfilial girl, occupying Jiang Jianping's house and abusing him.

These words reached Jiang Lingyao's ears. Jiang Lingyao followed the clues and cursed four or five aunts until she found the aunt who had said these words. Then, every day after work, she would stand at that aunt's door and curse her for an hour until the aunt begged her to leave.

She cursed for three days straight before finally stopping. Even the village head and other officials couldn't persuade her to leave. Oh my, she was incredibly shrewish.

Lingyao carried her things home as fast as she could, and when she arrived, she was surprised to find Chen Ping'an inside.

He was playing jacks with Jiang Jianping.

The adults in the village don't have much entertainment, and the children mostly entertain themselves. For example, in the summer, they would make a circle of spider web with bamboo, then fix the circle with another bamboo stick, using the spider web caught in the bamboo circle as a natural insect net to catch dragonflies and butterflies.

They would also secretly go up the mountain to roast sweet potatoes and potatoes, and find five round, similarly sized pebbles to play with.

Hearing Lingyao push open the door, the two of them looked up.

Upon seeing that it was Ling Yao, Chen Ping'an immediately threw down the pebbles and stood up, afraid that Ling Yao would think he was childish.

"You're back."

The other Jiang Jianping also stood up and obediently called out, "Sister."

Lingyao thought it was a coincidence and gave one of her beef patties to each of them.

"Take the things to the kitchen."

Lingyao handed a package to Jiang Jianping. Jiang Jianping smelled the fragrance in his hand, quickly took the package from Lingyao, unconsciously swallowed, said "okay" and ran away.

He ran quickly to the kitchen, put the things down, and took a big bite of the meat pie in his hand.

The aroma of oil and meat was so enticing that Jiang Jianping almost cried from the deliciousness. He didn't know why his older sister had been so kind to him lately, but he wished he could eat meat every day...

After Lingyao sent everyone away, she took a jar of honey and a jar of lard from her bag and handed them to Chen Ping'an.

She added some jade dew oil to the jar. The color of the jade dew oil was very similar to that of pork, so it was a natural thing to give it to the old lady and Chen Ping'an to eat.

Chen Ping'an certainly couldn't accept it; how could he possibly accept it?

However, Lingyao quickly persuaded him.

"Next time you slaughter a pig, give me two pounds for free."

"Here you go, I'll give you a lot of kilograms." Chen Ping'an finally accepted Ling Yao's suggestion.

He can save pork for her when he has it in the future, and save the best and most expensive pieces for her.

Pork fat is the raw material for rendering lard, so he can render a few pounds of lard himself and give it to her.

Once he understood this, Chen Ping'an stopped worrying about it.

Lingyao wasn't after the pork; she just wanted to find a reason to give them the Jade Dew Oil.

After Chen Ping'an left, Ling Yao caught Jiang Jianping and asked him a question. She learned that during the two days she was in town, Chen Ping'an would bring Jiang Jianping a portion of his meal every day after finishing his work and cooking for Old Mrs. Chen.

He would stay with Jiang Jianping for a while longer, and then rush back before it got completely dark.

According to Jiang Jianping, Grandma Chen is in good condition after returning to the village. In the past two days, she has been going out for a stroll and visiting other elderly women during the day, and she no longer looks sickly as before.

After asking the questions, Lingyao took out the cotton-padded clothes she had bought for Jiang Jianping and asked him to try them on. It was normal that he couldn't fit into them, because Lingyao hadn't really paid attention to how tall he was and had only bought a set based on her vague impression.

Jiang Jianping held the clothes in his hands, his expression blank for a moment, his mouth slightly open, then quickly drooping down, and in the blink of an eye, tears welled up in his eyes. He quickly raised his elbow and wiped them with his patched clothes.

Chen Jianping never had his own clothes. His clothes were either given to him by other families who had no other children to wear, and some of them even had a bit of his leg showing when he wore them, or he wore clothes that Jiang Lingyao had left over from when she was a child.

He was a boy, and he wore girls' clothes. When he was little, he didn't understand, so it was fine. But as he got a little older, he also had self-esteem. Even though he knew that his family could only afford such clothes, he still felt that other children would laugh at him when he went out.

Although the villagers are not wealthy, they will still buy clothes for their children during festivals. If they really can't afford to buy clothes, they can go to town to buy a piece of fabric and make a set of clothes for their children.

But that's someone else's family. Jiang Jianping doesn't have that. One work point can support two mouths. And no matter how hard Jiang Lingyao can endure, her physical structure means she can't earn as many work points as a man. The scorekeeper won't give her extra points just because she's a woman.

It's already quite good that Jiang Jianping isn't hungry.

Therefore, Jiang Jianping never made a request, but his lack of request does not mean he did not want to.

He still really wanted to have a set of clothes of his own that he could wear out.

He wiped away his tears twice, and instinctively held the new clothes a little further away so as not to get them dirty. After wiping away his tears for the third time, he choked out, "Thank you, sister."

Then he turned around and ran back to change his clothes.

Before changing his clothes, he even went out to wash his face and hands before coming in.

Fortunately, although Lingyao didn't remember Jiang Jianping's height, the clothes she bought were indeed very suitable. They fit Jiang Jianping perfectly, neither too big nor too small.

Back then, many kids of this age dreamed of owning a military green shirt and black wide-leg cotton pants. And it's true that clothes make the man; Jiang Jianping looked much more dignified in this outfit.

Lingyao didn't have much of an appetite that evening. After eating some pastries she bought from town, she went to sleep.

Jiang Jianping had already eaten dinner, so he put the clothes on the bed, looked at them from left to right, reluctant to wear them or put them in the closet.

When Lingyao woke up the next day, she saw that Jiang Jianping was still wearing the same ripped clothes and pudding pants he had worn before.

She raised an eyebrow slightly: "Why aren't you wearing your new clothes?"

Jiang Jianping lowered his head and clutched the hem of his clothes, his voice timid. Although his older sister had been very kind to him recently and had never been harsh with him, Jiang Jianping didn't know why he was still quite afraid of her.

"I'm dirty, and I'm afraid of getting my clothes dirty, so I'll wear them after I shower."

Jiang Jianping usually takes a shower once a week, since showering requires boiling water and firewood costs money.