Rebirth of 70: The little cannon fodder rises with space

Unlike the bustle of the big pig pen, Yun Province is extremely boring this year.

"Hey, I don't know if Xiaorou ate meat at the farm. When will this day end?"

Yang Shuting sighed while chopping dumpling fillings.

The circles under his eyes were red as he spoke.

Zhao Jiahe rolled his eyes rudely and said back: "Mom, are you unlucky?"

"On New Year's Day, your luck will make you cry. You were like this last year, so Zhao Jiarou went in!"

"You're here again this year. Do you want to send me in too?"

"Whose family sheds tears during the Chinese New Year?"

"Children know that they don't like to cry during the Chinese New Year, but it would be a good idea for you..."

Zhao Jiahe was speechless about this biological mother.

Thinking about the Chinese New Year, the family will live in harmony and have a happy New Year.

I didn't know that cheap brother didn't come to cause trouble.

It was his own mother who did it first, and Zhao Jiahe endured it again and again, because he was still young after all.

Unable to hold it back, he continued:

"She is doing hard labor on the farm, not going to the farm to enjoy the blessings. Who did you hear that someone on the farm is still in charge of meat?"

"If there is such a good thing, I can squeeze my head into the farm!"

"If you are so worried about her, why are you coming back? You can stay in the Northeast!"

"Besides, when you came back, didn't you spread the word everywhere that Zhao Jiarou was taken care of over there?"

The more he talked, the angrier he became, and he couldn't help but roll his eyes again.

His mother's brain doesn't know what's going on now, and he's getting more and more confused.

Chen Changbo pursed his lips, picked up the newspaper and looked at it, not participating in the war between mother and son.

The eldest son would rather spend the New Year with his comrades in the army than come home to spend the New Year.

This made him feel very uncomfortable.

Yang Shuting's mouth tightened, and her heart burst into tears. What kind of fate was she in? Even her own son dared to talk to her like this.

She has no status at all in this family.

She raised her eyelids and looked at Chen Changbo carefully, hoping that he could help her speak.

pity!

Yang Shuting lowered her eyelids, her eyes dim, and she couldn't help but think of when they got married a year ago.

How loving!

Unable to control himself with grief, he swung the kitchen knife harder and wildly.

It’s as if the meat on the cutting board is...

"Jingle Bell……"

At this moment, the phone rang. Chen Changbo had been waiting for it and picked it up immediately.

"Hey?"

"It's me, Xiaoyi. Happy New Year, Dad!" Chen Qingyi said happily.

A big smile broke out on Chen Changbo's face, "Happy New Year to Xiaoyi, is everything okay at home?"

"Is your second brother home?"

"How many dishes did you cook for lunch? Did you go to see your father and your mother?"

"I called your father and your grandma in the morning, but no one answered the phone call from the brigade. Your eldest brother..."

Chen Changbo kept chatting on the phone, and Chen Qingyi pouted, then heard a loud chopping sound coming from the other side of the phone line.

It's Yang Shuting!

The meat on the cutting board was not left by Chen Qingyi at this time.

She chopped the meat angrily, muttering in her mind that Chen Changbo was partial and smiled like a flower when her daughter called.

Care about this, worry about that.

Just like the eunuch in the palace, he was just groveling. When it was Xiaorou's turn, he didn't even bother to ask.

As if asking questions could break his tongue, her voice became louder and louder as she felt unsatisfied.

Zhao Jiahe frowned.

The table won't collapse in a while, right?

Chen Changbo seemed to have chicken feathers stuffed into his ears, but he still wasn't looking at the phone. He was still chatting passionately with his daughter.

Hearing Chen Qingyi talk about what he had for lunch, he was a little surprised.

I didn’t expect that Zhao Xiangmei, a woman with a child, could live so well in the countryside?

It’s such a waste!

Three people, sixteen dishes.

When he heard that Chen Qingfeng drank three or four ounces of white wine, he laughed again:

"Your eldest brother also has a good drinking capacity. Your eldest brother is a new soldier. It's not good for him to come home to celebrate the New Year this year. He can spend time with his comrades in the army."

"The food in the army is pretty good now. We had braised pork for lunch."

"I also make dumplings with pork and cabbage at night!"

Hearing this, Chen Qingyi pouted her lips again, and her eldest brother called home.

She knows what's going on!

She rolled her eyes: "Dad, what is your wife doing?"

She asked knowingly, but her ears were pointed!

"Ahem..." Chen Changbo made a fist with his right hand and covered his lips with a cough: "I'm chopping meat, I'll make dumplings later."

"What kind of meat is this in your house? It must not be pork, right?

You can’t use so much energy on pork!I can hear the banging sound from here, and I'm not afraid of breaking the knife. "

“My family makes pork with pickled cabbage, and pork with leeks in the middle of the night.

What kind of stuffing do you have at home? "

"You don't have sauerkraut there, and you don't have leeks this season, right?"

"We might as well just let it go. Those dumplings are really delicious. I've made them before, and my mother said yes."

The watery Yanghua returns to the world.

Chen Changbo was caught off guard, and even Yang Shuting, who was eavesdropping with her ears erect, was so angry that her heart, liver, spleen, stomach and kidneys ached.

His intestines seemed to be in knots.

Chen Qingyi, this stinky girl, is full of bad ideas. She smiles every day as if she has never grown up.

In fact, my heart is dark!

Murder and kill!

In the past, she could still comfort herself when she was called a playboy, because she was good-looking.

It was no longer good to think like this now. The more I thought about it, the more frustrated I became, and I unconsciously waved the knife.

Zhao Jiahe saw that his mother still wanted to chop it up, so he immediately stopped her silently.

This is almost turning into meat!

Yang Shuting was already absent-minded, but when he suddenly stretched out his hand, she was startled and she raised her hand subconsciously.

The knife seemed to have eyes, and it was suddenly scratched on the back of Zhao Jiahe's hand.

Chen Qingyi was still looking beautiful when she heard a scream coming from the other side of the phone.

"Ahhh...my hand is bleeding, wuwuwu..."

"son!"

"What's wrong?" Chen Changbo also quickly looked back and saw blood on the cutting board and the ground.

She was also shocked, "Xiaoyi, Jiahe cut his hand, so he died first!"

After hanging up the phone, Chen Changbo immediately wrapped the wound with a cloth and led Zhao Jiahe to the health center.

Yang Shuting's lips were trembling, her face was pale, and there were tears in her eye sockets.

He followed at a trot.

Yang Shuting minced meat and chopped off her own son's hands, which quickly spread throughout the family area.

It seems like an extra dish for the military wives to celebrate the New Year.

"Hey, have you heard?

Zhao Jiahe was scratched by his mother's hand, and the blood flowed loudly! "

"Have you heard? Zhao Jiahe's mother chopped off one of his fingers..."

"What's going on? How did I hear that Yang Shuting chopped off her son's entire hand when she got angry..."

"...!!"

"...??"

Everyone in the family area was confused.