Chapter 1002 Going Down the Mountain to Sell Eggs

Changsheng's mother came back on time for dinner, but Yan Huan's eyes were not eyes, and her nose was not nose. She didn't say a word to her. She made rice from the kitchen and ate it by herself, while eating. On the one hand, he complained, saying that these meals are really for pigs. This place is not delicious, and there is something bad there. It’s okay. Then he made some insinuations and made some pleasant remarks, like what a toad, he wants to eat swan meat.

In response, Yan Huan just raised the corners of his lips and smiled, but he never replied.

Whatever Changsheng Mom wants to say, just say it. She won't lose any meat anyway, so after all, Changsheng Mom won't do anything to her.

"You look stupid. How could we, Changsheng, save you in the first place? I kept you here, eating my family's food, but stealing my family's things."

Yan Huan still lowered his head and poked the rice in the bowl with his chopsticks, not refuting or explaining for himself.

She couldn't learn from the villagers who scolded Sang and Huai, nor could she learn from their mischief.

After finishing the meal, Changsheng's mother threw the bowl down, moved her butt to the floor, locked the door of her room, and went out.

Yan Huan put away the bowl, took it to the kitchen, and washed it. Her eyes fell on the basket of eggs again and again. These eggs were going to be sold, otherwise they would not be fresh. Restaurants need to be trustworthy and cannot give out eggs that have been left for a long time. Moreover, these eggs have been left for a long time. However, the good thing is that the weather is cold now, and sometimes it is still cold outside in the morning. It's frozen, so it's impossible for the egg to go bad. If it's left out for a while, it's hard to say. Not only might it be bad on the inside, but it might also become hairy on the outside.

"Auntie," Yan Huan didn't want to talk to Changsheng's mother, but she was afraid that the eggs would go bad.

"Are you okay?" Chang'an's mother asked angrily, her voice a little harsh. "Don't talk to me when you're okay. I find it disgusting."

Yan Huan pursed her red lips and suppressed the anger in her heart.

"I want to take the eggs out and sell them. They have been kept for a long time.々

"Are you going to sell the eggs?" Changsheng's mother looked Yan Huan up and down, as if Yan Huan was whimsical. "Are you going to sell the eggs because you are greedy for the money? Or you want to take some out of the middle." , put all the hard-earned money from our village into your pocket?”

"I didn't." Yan Huan had never thought about making any profit on eggs. It was her fault to find eggs in restaurants. However, she had experienced embezzlement and had never received any kickbacks. Every time she went to sell eggs, At that time, Changsheng was always there, and in addition to buying some necessary oil, salt, and the like, all the money was given to Changsheng's mother. Since she came to this house, she only accepted Changsheng's mother's money. Twenty yuan, and even with this twenty yuan, she bought some rice for her family. For the rest, she didn't use half of the Changsheng family's money.

"No one believes what you say," Changsheng's mother spit on the ground. Yan Huan felt that she might have wanted to spit on her body.

"I don't know where this little bitch came from. She just wants to take our immortality money, and she really regards herself as a member of our family..." Changsheng's mother cursed, and the words in her mouth now followed Jin's words. Genma is the same, almost all of them are complete.

And at this time, she was another living Jin Genma. The so-called person who is close to vermilion is red, and the person who is close to ink is black. Sure enough, this is the truth.

However, no matter how much Mother Changsheng scolds her, no matter how harsh her words are, this basket of eggs will still have to be sold.

This morning, just as it was getting dark, there was a knock on the door outside.

"Get up, get up. Do you want to sleep in death? Why don't you get up and sell me eggs?" After a few words, there was another sound of banging on the door.

Yan Huan sat up, silently took her clothes and put them on her body. It was not bright outside. Even if she got up early, she would not be able to go down the mountain at this time. The road down the mountain was very difficult. If it weren't for the crowds of people in the village, no one would dare to go down the mountain alone. For no other reason, even if there was danger, everyone would be able to help.

Of course, no one wants anything to happen, just because there are more people, it is safer, and similarly, there is the psychological comfort of safety.

Yan Huan got dressed. It was very cold at this time. Yan Huan sometimes felt that it was winter again. It was obvious that spring was coming soon, and in spring, didn't flowers bloom and everything revive? And when, spring here is just like winter, you need to wear cotton-padded clothes, you also need to burn a fire, and even occasionally there will be a few flakes of snow in the sky.

She carried the basket on her back, but when she straightened up, she felt that her back was being pressed. The weight of the basket made her shoulders unbearably painful, but the Changsheng mother stood aside and looked at her shoulders. He kept his mouth shut and showed no intention of coming to help.

Yan Huan never thought about asking others to help. Since Chang Sheng left, she has done all the work in this family by herself. She doesn't speak, she won't complain, she can't do anything, she can't do anything. think.

She was like a little donkey. She was always being whipped by a whip, always had endless work to do, and was scolded again and again. She was not doing it for anything else but because of her. Still living here, just like Changsheng Mom said, she should fulfill her own obligations by living and eating here. It turns out that there is really no one else in the world who is willing to help her for free.

She carried a basket of eggs and walked forward. When she arrived at the front of the mountain, there were already many people waiting, waiting for the daybreak, and then going down the mountain. Yan Huan found that there were not many young people coming this time. Some were replaced by women, some were replaced by the elderly at home, and there were also a few children of seven or eight years old. There were fewer and fewer young people in the village. After the children from the mountains left, no one was willing to come back, so only the elderly, the sick and the children who had not grown up were left.

More and more people, when it was dawn, they all set off, carrying too many things on their backs, at least about 50 kilograms. Yan Huan couldn't help but wipe the sweat from her head. The heavier she carried, the more sweat flowed on her forehead, and her back was almost soaked with sweat, which made her very uncomfortable. She was not Changsheng, she didn't have that much strength, and she was not a man, she didn't have that much endurance. All she had was a fight and a patience. She had to fight to the bottom of the mountain, and she had to endure until she sold all these.