"This purslane can be eaten as a dish, but it is also a medicine, which has the effects of clearing heat and dampness, detoxifying and reducing swelling, anti-inflammatory and quenching thirst; soaking seeds in water can improve eyesight. Pregnant women cannot eat it because it is cold and has a slippery fetus if it is incorrect."

Sliding tires?

The Zhang family was so scared that their faces were pale.

Mo Meizi even looked at the purslane in the vegetable basket and was like seeing a poisonous snake.

"My wife, fortunately you came here today, otherwise I would have fried a plate at noon and eaten it, and then..." She stroked her belly, not daring to think about the consequences.

Wang made tea and asked, "Wife A Zheng, since you understand these words, can you tell us where to eat less and what should we not eat when we are pregnant? In this way, we have a clear idea."

"It is not suitable to eat mountain residue, persimmon, coix seed, purslane, crabs, and things that are too cold and cold. You should not be too busy at home, but you should not stay at home and not walk around. Pregnant women exercise appropriately so that they can...

Song Nuan suddenly stopped and felt embarrassed when she looked at them.

"I'm all this that A Zheng saw from medical books and told me." Fortunately, there was a top student at home.

However, she carried Wen Chongzheng out, which made everyone laugh indifferently.

Song Nuan asked: "What are you laughing at?"

"What are you not laughing?" Mr. Zhang smiled and waved his hand, looking at Mrs. Wen, "Big girl, I see A Zheng's body has improved a lot. It seems that you are about to become a great-grandmother."

Old Mrs. Wen looked at Song Nuan and couldn't help but grin, "Inheriting Big Brother's Ji Yan, I also want to hug the fat great-grandson as soon as possible."

Wait a moment!

Why did it come to her?

It is clearly talking about the taboos for pregnant women.

On the side, Mo Meizi's fear had disappeared, and she looked at Song Nuan covering her mouth and laughed, "Geeh..."

Song Nuan touched her forehead, "Grandmother, where are we here?"

Only then did Old Mrs. Wen remember the serious business.

The father and son of the Zhang family looked at her together.

Old Mrs. Wen had already made a draft on the road, and now she opened her mouth and came, "Village Chief, didn't A Zheng and his wife divide the mountains and land of Aima Mountain? The couple discussed and wanted to build a new house at the foot of the mountain. I want you to help find some workers and build the new house as soon as possible. After the autumn is over, everyone is idle. Should there be a manpower in this area?"

"Build a new house?" Zhang family asked in unison.

Everyone stared at the eyes wide.

The family just split this morning, and now I plan to build a new house. Where does the money come from? Others don’t know the situation of the Wen family, so their family knows it very well.

Old Mrs. Wen glanced at Song Nuan and signaled to her to say.

Song Nuan understood, nodded and said, "Well, we want to build a new house at the foot of Aima Mountain. Now my brother and sister in my family live with us. If we don't build another new house, we can't live there."

"But, this new house requires...silence." Zhang Ziqiang did not mean to look down on others.

"Miss Minister, I'm here to consult you. Build an ordinary four-bedroom and one main hall, plus a kitchen and utility room. How much does it cost?"

Zhang Ziqiang quickly calculated and after a while, he said, "It takes about thirty taels to build, and there is no furniture here."

"That's true! I'll go back and look at the place with Ah Zheng and come here to take the house drawings as soon as possible to check it out. In terms of manual work, I'll ask the village chief to help me ask and find some people who are responsible."

When Song Nuan heard that it was thirty taels, she already had a clear idea.

They should have about sixty taels in their hands now.

Next, she went up the mountain more diligently, so everything should be no problem.

Zhang Ziqiang was shocked, "It really... Is it really necessary to build it? Thirty taels of silver is not a small amount."

"Missar, I'll come to find you, so I must be prepared. Please help me find labor. A Zheng and I will find a way to do it. We will definitely not owe you wages."

Song Nuan smiled.

I have one thing to worry about, at least there is hope for a new house.

Zhang Ziqiang nodded blankly, "That's OK!"

"A Zheng's wife, my father and my brothers are all helping people build houses. They know a lot of people in this area and are familiar with the wages and materials. They are idle now, so why don't I ask Ajian to come over and ask tomorrow?"

Mo Meizi suddenly spoke.

Zhang Ziqiang patted his forehead, "Yes, yes! My in-laws are doing this industry, and it is best to find him. If you want to build it faster, he can also find more people."

"What are you waiting for tomorrow? After lunch, let Ajian go there." Mr. Zhang immediately made a decision.

Zhang Ziqiang was helpless, "Dad, you have to look at their drawings first when you find someone?"

Song Nuan said: "Okay! At the latest tonight, A Zheng and I will send the drawings."

"That's fine!"

Several people nodded.

Mr. Zhang was a little embarrassed. He lowered his head and knocked on the ash in his cigarette mouth, stuffed new tobacco into it, and used his busyness to hide his embarrassment.

Old Mrs. Wen stood up, "Then let's go back first."

"Okay! I'll send my aunt to you."

"No, no!"

Zhang Ziqiang looked bitter and glanced at the old man, "Aunt Wen, just let me send it to the door, otherwise I will be beaten."

"Puff..." The few people burst into laughter.

The old man pointed at him, "Old boy, I see that you are really itchy. You are right, why am I going to beat you? Am I doing nothing?"

Zhang Ziqiang had already strided towards the courtyard gate.

Old Mrs. Wen smiled bluntly, "Big Brother, Nuannuan and I will go back first."

"Uncle, aunt, sister-in-law, I'll go back first."

"Okay! Go back, I just split up, there are still many things waiting for you at home." Mr. Zhang nodded and stood there watching them leave.

Wang looked at the purslane in the basket on the table, and was still scared, "Fortunately, Azheng's wife is here, otherwise something would happen if Mei Zi ate this purslane."

Mo Meizi looked at Song Nuan's back and said in confusion: "This wife of A Zheng is really different from before."

She also met Song Nuan, who had just married.

She went to the river to wash clothes, and Song Nuan was there. At that time, the women loved to make fun of her, especially Wen Yue'e, who had a very bad attitude.

But at that time, Song Nuan didn't even dare to say anything except her eyes were red and her lips biting.

Mr. Zhang is very enthusiastic, "This is good. She has experienced so much, and she has nothing to understand if she becomes stronger. Do you never fight back if you are forced to death?"

The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law looked at each other, and their eyes were uncertain.

Is this true?

"Dad, do you think A Zheng and the others really have money?" Zhang Ziqiang sent the person away and returned.

"You ask me, whom will I ask?" Mr. Zhang glared at him, "If you ask you to help find someone, you go find someone. What are you worried about their money for?"

"No, dad..."

"Don't make a noise!"

Uh! Zhang Ziqiang sighed and looked at his wife, very helpless.

He suspected that he was not his biological child.

...

Before noon, Wen Chongzheng came back. It was Tang Qiao's groom who sent him back. In addition to medicine, he also bought large and small bags of things.

Everyday supplies are all available.

The groom helped bring it in together, "Young Master Wen, where are these things?"

Wen Chongzheng pointed to his room door, "Help move into the house first, and I will clean up myself later. Thank you for your hard work."

"Young master, please be polite."

A large bag of things entered the house.

Pots, pans, wooden buckets, wooden basins, and water tanks were all placed in the yard. After a while, two waiters brought in the quilts.

Song Nuan went out and saw this situation, and was a little shocked.

"Hello Chef Song!" The waiter said sweetly and greeted him when he met. Now, everyone knows that Chef Song and his wife are the ones most valued by their boss.

"Hey, thank you for your hard work."

"Won't!"

"Chef Song, all these kitchen items are given by the owner. The owner said that the kitchen items are not easy to use, which will affect Chef Song's new dishes."

"Oh, I'll thank him when I look back."

"Hehe." The waiter pointed outside, "Let's go find something and move it all in."

"Okay, thank you."

"Cheung is polite."
To be continued...