C8 If You Can't Win the Argument You'll Have to Pay the Debt

Under the huge persimmon tree, Fu Nanzhu sat with her arms around her legs at the protruding roots. In front of her were two bamboo baskets that were half the height of a person. The autumn wind blew one after another, making her feel uneasy.

"What is there to be afraid of? I have already died once... What is it?" Fu Nanzhu was talking when she suddenly heard the sound of leaves being crushed. She was so scared that she picked up a dried branch from the ground. She put her back on the persimmon tree trunk and stared at the place where the sound came from, afraid that a wild beast would come out.

A figure walked out from an unknown place. He was tall and he said, "Nanzhu, it's me."

It was Zhan Yunxiao. Fu Nanzhu's body relaxed like a frightened little beast. She saw Zhan Yunxiao approach and her face was slightly red. She did not expect her name to be so pleasant to hear from his mouth.

"Brother Zhan, are you off work?"

"Yes. Someone said that you went up the mountain to pick persimmons. I met my mother and little sister halfway up the mountain." Zhan Yunxiao told them the whole story calmly.

Fu Nanzhu then saw Zhan Yunxiao holding a pole in his hand. He had come prepared. This man seemed to be quiet, but she did not expect him to be so meticulous.

Just as she was thinking about it, Zhan Yunxiao had tied the two baskets with ropes and tied them to the two ends of the pole. He squatted down slightly and the pole was firmly placed on his shoulder.

Fu Nanzhu suddenly thought of something and ran to catch up with Zhan Yunxiao's big steps. Her breathing was rapid as she asked, "Then you know that I promised Xiangling mother to return the money."

"Yes." Zhan Yunxiao looked in front of him. His mood did not change.

Fu Nanzhu was nervous. Then what did he mean? Was he trying to act like this because he felt that he had caused trouble for his family?

Zhan Yunxiao seemed to have noticed Fu Nanzhu's uneasiness. He turned his head slightly and saw his tall nose and angular face. He said placatingly, "The money will be returned sooner or later. You don't have to worry. I will think of another way if it's not enough."

"It will be enough when we sell persimmons!" Fu Nanzhu grinned and revealed her canine teeth.

Zhan Yunxiao looked at his wife's appearance, and the corner of his mouth unconsciously curled up. He felt that she was a little innocent.

By the time they returned home from the mountain, Old Madam Zhan had already put the persimmon in the yard. She was busy in Kitchen and smoke slowly rose from the kitchen.

There was nothing to look forward to for dinner. It was just boiled sweet potatoes. They were even smaller than the ones in the afternoon. If they did not work at night and fell asleep, they would not be that hungry.

It was so simple that they did not even need to wash the bowls. Old Madam Zhan was using a gourd ladle to scoop up water to serve the vegetables she raised in Kitchen. Fu Nanzhu picked persimmons under the oil lamp.

"What are you doing? Why aren't you sleeping? These are all sold to the traffickers. You can't sell more even if you pick the sizes." Zhan Ling'er held her chin and stared at Fu Nanzhu. Her heart was full of prejudice against her. She felt that whatever she was doing was a waste. At least now she was wasting lamp oil.

"I heard people say a persimmon method. I want to try it. If it can be made, it will definitely be more expensive than a dull persimmon." Fu Nanzhu picked the persimmon while thinking of the person from her previous life. That person was simply a dazzling existence. As long as there was that person, there would always be something unbelievable.

And she had only learned a few ways to make food. She only hoped that it would come in handy.

"Yo, persimmons can even make flowers." Zhan Ling'er rolled her eyes and clapped her hands in disgust. She walked towards her own room.

"Daughter-in-law, don't listen to Ling'er. It's good that you have ideas. " It's just that our family is poor... " Old Madam Zhan naturally did not want Fu Nanzhu to cause trouble. Those who could exchange for some money were these persimmons. But looking at Fu Nanzhu's sparkling eyes, she could not bear to continue speaking. She only changed the topic, "Then you do it. Just don't waste too much persimmon."

Fu Nanzhu nodded her head like a chick pecking at rice. She just wanted to make a jar and try.

Old Madam Zhan finished watering and went to rest. Picking persimmons had been busy all day and she was tired. When Old Madam Zhan left, only Zhan Yunxiao was still in the kitchen watching Fu Nanzhu pick persimmons.

Zhan Yunxiao's thick eyelashes trembled. He looked at those persimmons and said in a low voice, "Can I help you?"

"Brother Zhan, do you believe me? Aren't you afraid that I will screw it up?" Fu Nanzhu held a persimmon in her hand. She knew that this small persimmon was the hope of the entire family.

"It's fine. I will work for Landlord Zhang for two more years." Zhan Yunxiao smiled. His smile was open-minded.

Fu Nanzhu's nose was sore and she tried to hold back her tears. So this was the man she married. He was such a good man. Landlord Zhang's work was all heavy work and tiring. He treated people like cattle. If he worked continuously for two years, he would definitely not be able to handle it.

"Don't worry, I will definitely succeed." Fu Nanzhu placed the selected persimmons to the side. She had long recalled the Crispy Persimmon's method in her mind. "Brother Zhan, help me boil some water. Just feel the warm water with your hand."

While handing the matter to Zhan Yunxiao, She first picked a persimmon that was neither soft nor broken and washed it clean with water. The water on Zhan Yunxiao's side was also boiled.

Fu Nanzhu placed the persimmons neatly in the pot on the stove and poured the warm water that Zhan Yunxiao had boiled into it. Zhan Yunxiao stood by the side and watched. Although he did not understand the meaning of what she was doing, he let her do as she pleased.

After she was done, she covered the pot and lifted her sleeves to wipe her sweat. A smile appeared on her pink cheeks. "Alright, Brother Zhan. This way, we can remove the bitterness of the persimmon. Now that the charcoal fire is still warm, we'll change the warm water sooner or later. We can eat the persimmon after soaking it for three days. It's not the same as our dull and soft persimmons."

"En." Zhan Yunxiao nodded heavily, as if he was exceptionally trusting.

Fu Nanzhu slapped her forehead and bit her lip. "It will take three days. What do we do with the stove?"

"It is not a problem." Zhan Yunxiao took a small pot from a corner of the house. The bottom was made of mud. It was a simple stove. Usually, every household had one. When the guests came to the house, the stove was not enough. They just used the stove to cook. It was small and did not take up much space.

"En." Fu Nanzhu nodded. Anyway, the family was poor. They cooked sweet potatoes every day. The stove in the pot was enough. "Brother Zhan, let's go and rest early. We still have to pick persimmons tomorrow.

She yawned unconsciously. She was tired and sleepy after picking persimmons for the whole day. She hurriedly pulled Zhan Yunxiao's arm and went back to her room.

The two of them got into bed. Today was a night of helplessness.

It had only been two days, but the two of them were already closer than in their previous lives. Fu Nanzhu did not feel embarrassed. She naturally grabbed Zhan Yunxiao's arm and hugged his warm arm before falling asleep.