Chapter 90 Reconnecting

Zhulan smiled, "In the future, we will have more contacts with our relatives, so naturally we should prepare more presents."

Xuehan was stunned, "Mom, when did Dad say that!"

Zhulan pointed to the things in the box, "Tell mother about these things, your father is determined to reconcile with the clan, and there is no way to support it alone. There are too few people on our side, and the clan cannot be lost at all."

Zhulan didn't expect to teach her daughter to understand all of a sudden, she had to figure out many things by herself.

When she first came, she didn't have a strong sense of the ancient clan, and Zhou Shuren was the same. She only wanted to rely on herself for many things, but after the patriarch helped to give the ladder, they gradually understood and realized the importance of the clan. Well, even if the clan doesn't have any capable people, it's still pretty bluffing in Shili Bacun.

The husband of the original body inevitably has the high spirit of a scholar, coupled with the grievances of the previous generation, and there is no way to ease it, and gradually alienates from the clan. Although she and Zhou Shuren have never talked about it, for Zhou Shuren and the child, she wants to It means reconnecting with the clan.

Zhou Shuren came back this time because he wanted to take advantage of the New Year's ceremony to visit.

It took half an hour to divide the things, and I kept some fabrics for gifts and for my mother's family. The remaining bamboo orchids were divided according to the population to save trouble.

The four boxes were not made of good wood. Zhou Shuren did not dare to buy good ones because he didn’t want to reveal the richness, but they were quite strong. No bamboo orchid was left. The dowry box was moved over, and the second child in the house bought it. As for the bad smell in the box, I had to deal with it myself.

Zhulan has been nesting in the winter and has not worked for a long time. After tidying up for a while, I feel sore all over. Just as I was about to send the fabrics and things distributed to the second son’s family, Li rushed in with a gust of wind, "Mom, you are too hardworking. It’s gone, and I ran back to help you share it!”

Zhulan counted the distance to her in-laws, with a wooden face, Li Shi went to her mother's house to get the money and then rushed back, pointing at the most piled ones speechlessly, "These belong to your family, you can take them back when you come back, The box is also divided into one, boss, you can move it back!"

Boss Zhou knows who his mother-in-law is, and he has never disliked her. He thinks that Mrs. Li is very good, and he smiles without shame in front of his mother: "Mom, I just want to tell you something. Well, we want to go to town tomorrow."

Zhulan also knew in her heart that she might have some money, and she wanted to honor her elders and surprise her, "Okay, I know."

Mrs. Li was not in a hurry to move what was distributed to her family, but instead smiled, "Mother, I will send it to my younger siblings first."

Zhulan, "... let's go."

This is because she is afraid that she will give Zhao more things and want to take a look at them by sending them over!

Boss Zhou blushed and lowered his head carrying the box and left quickly. He had no choice but to recruit his own wife. One side was a mother, and the other side was a wife. Experience told him, it is better to hurry up and slip away.

Zhulan looked at the boss with a blank face, she really didn't see it, the boss has his own way of survival for the relationship between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law.

Mrs. Li happily went out with the fabric in her arms, and came back in a short while, with a big grin, her mother-in-law was not partial, she had discussed with the head of the family to buy silver hairpins. She went back to the house, and she wanted to hide the money quickly, because it was not safe to put it outside.

At noon, Zhou Shuren woke up hungry, and Zhulan asked Mrs. Li to boil chicken soup and put ginseng silk, and specially rolled noodles for Zhou Shuren.

After lunch, the two sons who were studying looked at their father eagerly. They were thinking about writing, ink, paper and inkstone all morning, but they didn't dare to go to the main room, and they didn't read much all morning.