Farmer’s Blessed Girl

Man Bao nodded in agreement, "I hate them."

How dare you scold her mother, since childhood, no one has dared to scold her mother like that.

Aunt Lai told her with a smile, "It's gone in those days, don't look at your mother's life when she first got married, she's not a master who suffers, she has a pungent temperament, and when it comes to quarrels and fights, there really isn't any daughter-in-law in the village. She is great."

Man Bao held his chin and listened to the story all afternoon, until his legs were numb, and the sunset was about to set in the sky. Xiao Qian couldn't find the shadows of the children in the whole yard, and only then did he know that they were still listening to the story under the banyan tree.

Xiao Qian stood at the gate with his waist pinched, and shouted in the direction of the banyan tree: "Guro, Liulang, Manbao, it's time to eat - quickly bring the children back."

Only then did everyone realize that the sun was falling, and they immediately dispersed. Man Bao waved goodbye to Uncle Lai and Aunt Lai, and rushed home with his brothers, nephews and nieces.

Xiao Qian pulled Man Bao, looked at Wu Wulang and Datou with disgust, and asked, "You guys are rolling in the mud, look at this dirty, go wash your hands and wash your face quickly, and eat in a while. "

She took Man Bao's hand and looked at it. She couldn't see the red anymore, so she nodded and said, "Okay, you should wash your hands quickly."

Man Bao washed his hands, but ran directly to Qian's side, took her hand and said seriously: "Mother, I will treat you well in the future, and I won't let my father bully you."

Old Zhou Tou, who was enjoying himself smoking a cigarette, said:  …

What did he do to him?

After Man Bao and Qian Shi finished their promises, they went to grab Lao Zhoutou's hand and said seriously: "Father, you have to listen to your mother more in the future, don't be lazy, didn't you say that lazy people even dislike shit and urine? We can't be lazy."

Old Zhou Tou was so angry that he roared: "Did you go to listen to my aunt telling stories? Don't listen to her, in case she becomes a long-tongued woman like it started on Wednesday, oh, no, it's a long-tongued man... Anyway, don't listen to those nonsense."

Looking at the big head, he immediately wiped a handful of water on his face, ran to grab his father's hand, and said seriously: "Dad, don't worry, I will shoot mosquitoes for you in the future, and you must not be bitten by mosquitoes again. ."

When Daya and Santou heard it, they felt that they couldn't be too far behind, so they also gathered around, grabbed their father's other hand, and expressed their sincerity.

Zhou Dalang didn't know what they were talking about, but he was very happy, so he said cheerfully: "Okay, that night you pat me mosquitoes before going to sleep."

The three nodded immediately, indicating that there was no problem at all.

Zhou Dalang didn't know why they said that, but the old Zhoutou knew!

He almost knew why the third child said this, because in the past twenty years, from the moment Zhou Dalang was tied to the tree, this story has been repeated countless times by Aunt Lai.

Old Zhou had heard it himself and heard it from others.

God knows that his son was tied up just once, and it happened to be seen by Aunt Lai.

Zhou Jin's memory is equally profound, because that was the time when his daughter-in-law carried Dalang back to his parents' house and let him be beaten by his brother-in-law for the first time.

Seven years ago, Zhou Yin was also a frequent visitor to Aunt Lai. In the past seven years, for some reason, she rarely mentioned anything about Zhou Yin again.

But this time, son, this "taboo" doesn't seem to exist anymore, he uses his toes to know what Aunt Lai will say about him.

Old Zhou Tou was so angry that his hands trembled, it was all slander, and all the things about Chen Zhi’s rotten millet were brought up...

Old Zhou Tou is a little lacking in confidence.

Qian shi pulled Man Bao and nodded her forehead: "You, don't take any stories seriously, you come here, aunt likes me, not your father, what you say is a bit biased, just listen to it. ."

Man Bao asked, "What kind of father is that?"

"You can't see what your father is like," Qian said softly, "What you see yourself is more true than what you hear with your ears? And you live with your father, so what other people know is better than what you hear? Are you for real?"

Man Bao was ashamed, and said, "This is what Mr. said, if you listen to one side, you will be dark, and if you listen to both, you will be bright, right?"

Man Bao ran over and took Lao Zhoutou's hand, and said apologetically, "Father, I'm sorry for you."

"What is what, what is dark, what is bright?"

"If you listen to partiality, it will be dark, and if you listen to both, it will be bright."

The old Zhoutou said simply: "I don't understand, anyway, you have to remember it. It's right that what Aunt Lai said is wrong."

Man Bao asked with his mouth open, "Isn't this still partial?"

"What is it that is not biased, I will ask you, do you listen to your father?"

Man Bao nodded.

"That's fine, then you don't want to listen to what my aunt said, and you guys," Lao Zhoutou pointed to Wuwu Lang and Saturday Lang who had just run back with them, "you can say kiss It's a person who is still hanging around all day long, what's it like?"

After the old Zhoutou finished speaking, he looked at Wulang Lang with a look of disgust and said: "Wu Lang, you don't have to run outside recently, look at your head, this face, this neck, what kind of sun is it, I have let out the wind to give it to you. It’s said that we are kissing, I can’t wait until the summer harvest and the autumn harvest to see each other, how can you meet people when you are so dark?”

Wu Wulang widened his eyes, "Yes, but I have to go to the ground for the summer harvest and the autumn harvest."

His eyes brightened, and he asked awkwardly: "Dad, can I be like the big flower next door, and I don't have to work in the field before seeing each other?"

"You want to be beautiful," Old Zhou Tou said without thinking, "You are a boy, not a girl, what do you want to raise white?"

"...Didn't you just say that?"

"I told you to stop running outside when you don't have to work. You are an adult. You have to be a good head for your brothers and sisters, nephews and nieces, you know?"

Old Zhou had done a great job of covering up his dark history. When he went to bed at night, he couldn't help complaining to Qian Shi, "It's true that Auntie is here. The older she gets, the more she talks. She wasn't like this before."

"Then are you going to argue with her?"

Old Zhoutou muttered to the side, neither daring to go nor willing to let it go, "So many children, grandchildren are also getting older, what do those words sound like when they reach their ears?"

"Okay, I know what to do, go to sleep now."

Isn't it just telling stories to the children, she would say that too.

Being diligent and studious from childhood is a good name, and a prodigal son is also a good name, isn't it?

Qian's heart does not regret the decision of the year, yes, the first few years were a little sad, but who's life was easy at the beginning?

Life is like a person drinking water and self-awareness. They all say that her in-laws are not good, and her husband is lazy, but they also have considerate moments, but those outsiders can't see it.

Moreover, except for Zhou Yin's death, her life is also considered to be satisfied.

Today is more than 12,000, and it will continue tomorrow. You can go to bed earlier tonight.