Transmigration: The Evil Mother-In-Law Is Actually Innocent!

27: Chapter 27: Submitting to the Brain Circuit_1 27: Chapter 27: Submitting to the Brain Circuit_1 Zhulan didn’t return to the courtyard until the ox cart had traveled far away, her heart settled and her complexion improved, knowing that Wu Chun couldn’t leave, she pondered what to cook for dinner.

She counted out twenty copper coins from her purse, “Go to Butcher Sun’s house and buy a pound of pork belly; if there are pig’s feet available, buy two pig’s feet as well.

If there aren’t any pig’s feet, then just buy the meat.”

Lady Li had just elevated her position as the mother-in-law to the highest peak, naturally not daring to criticize her mother-in-law’s word, and since buying meat benefited everyone, she wouldn’t foolishly question it, “Alright, Mother.”

After all, Zhou Family Village was a large village within a ten-mile radius and also a gathering place for the Zhou clan members.

Twenty years ago, two-thirds of the village bore the surname Zhou.

Due to the war and chaos at the end of the dynasty, Zhou Family Village welcomed many new settlers, and that was when the variety of surnames began to increase.

Thus, peddlers frequented Zhou Family Village’s streets and alleys, and the village boasted high-quality amenities, including butchers selling meat, albeit at half a coin more expensive per pound than in the county city.

However, traveling to the city required riding an ox cart, so those buying one or two pounds of meat would typically do so within the village itself.

The village also had a tofu workshop—yes, a tofu workshop.

Don’t underestimate the wisdom of ancient people; tofu had already existed since the Han Dynasty.

Zhulan craved tofu and soy milk as well, thinking how a cup of soy milk every day was really good for health.

Lady Li returned quickly with a joyful expression, “Mother, there are pig’s feet today.”

Zhulan swallowed, craving braised pig’s feet with lotus seeds, “Good, good, we’ll stew the pig’s feet tonight.

You start preparing them.”

Lady Li wasn’t foolish either, and seeing the situation, she knew Yang Wuchun wouldn’t be leaving, “Mother, how shall I prepare the pork belly?”

Zhulan really wanted stir-fried pork with hot peppers, but she thought of the grandchildren at home; they were too young, “Stew the pork belly with potatoes, and cut the meat into smaller pieces.”

Lady Li planned to add more potatoes so she could eat a bit more herself, “What about the old hen?”

“We have a large clay pot at home, half of the hen for making soup, and chop the rest into small pieces.

Weren’t mushrooms gathered a few days ago?

Stew them with the mushrooms.

Fry some cabbage as well, and oh, keep the rendered chicken fat.”

Lady Li’s mouth watered nonstop.

The day’s feast was almost like New Year’s, and she felt a bit of sourness in her heart, but thinking about the big bundle of fabrics, she felt balanced, “Alright, Mother.”

“I’ll go get a half bowl of wheat flour to mix with the cornmeal and steam some cornmeal buns.”

“Okay.”

Zhulan wasn’t being recklessly extravagant, for the room storing food was indeed not short on supplies.

Those who had lived through war loved not just coins but food even more, having betrayed their innate hamster-like tendencies.

The original host was only accustomed to keeping a low profile, which was why the family’s food supply seemed just enough.

In reality, eating rice and wheat flour every meal wasn’t practical, but having them once or twice a month was not a problem at all.

These were all hidden tightly by the original host, not to mention there was plenty of cornmeal.

The original wasn’t particularly clever, just saved up little by little over the years.

The new replaced the old without any spoiling due to carelessness.

Zhulan took out the wheat flour, and the children had finished their meals too.

She called for Zhao, “Clear the table and wash the bowls; come help me cut the cloth later.”

Zhulan truly did not want to ask for Zhao’s help, but with Lady Li busy and only the memories of the original body to go by, not the original’s skills, she couldn’t gauge the clothing sizes for adults and children.

Afraid to give herself away, she had no choice but to rely on Zhao.

Speaking of the two daughters-in-law, put aside their faults, both had real skills—the older one excelled in cooking and the younger one in needlework, also skilled in embroidery, reportedly learned from her late mother.

However, she hadn’t learned for long before the need to flee arose.

The original host could make clothes just fine, but couldn’t embroider.

Don’t expect someone trained in martial arts to pick up an embroidery needle.

Zhao responded lightly, her mood seemingly lifted and no longer sullen, happy at the thought that Mother was showing favor to her.

She had never been asked to help before and couldn’t help but felt teary-eyed, on the verge of crying!

Zhulan had no idea that she had almost brought her second daughter-in-law to tears again and was just blankly looking at the bundle of fabric.

It seemed like too much—she might have lacked the concept of making clothes, being from the modern era, but she understood quantities.

The piles of fabric could probably supply the entire family with new clothing and still have some left over.

Zhao came over quickly, with the faintest of murmurs, “Mother.”

Zhulan sorted the fabrics by color, “There’s plenty of fabric that came in.

Measure for each of the children’s clothing and cut out what’s needed.”

Zhao swiftly cut the fabrics for the children of the eldest son’s household, then hesitated again with the scissors in hand.

Zhulan knew what was on Zhao’s mind, feeling annoyed.

The original wasn’t biased, so why did she become a wicked grandmother in Zhao’s eyes?

Look around the nearby villages—her granddaughter, especially Yushuang, the oldest, really was blessed.

She had clothes without patching; there weren’t any patches at all.

Upset, she snapped with a harsh tone, “Hurry up and cut, what are you dawdling for?”

Zhao wasn’t scared but instead felt quite happy.

Zhulan, “….”

She was utterly baffled by Zhao’s train of thought!