I have a Secret

In a short period of time, Huang Dan's expression changed again and again. He patted the grass clippings on his pants nonchalantly, "Mom, why are you here?"

"I'll go to Shanghechang to get some screws and come back." As if passing by, Chen Jinhua carried a vegetable basket and looked at the old Taoist priest crossing the hillside, "Winter, who is that?"

Huang Dan continued to pat the grass, "It seems to be a fortune teller."

Chen Jinhua said, "The fortune teller? Was it the one that He Wei's family found?"

Huang Dan said, "It's possible."

Chen Jinhua sighed, "It's funny, fate can't be counted."

She remembered something, "Winter, Mom saw you sitting with that old Taoist priest from a distance, you didn't tell your fortune, did you?"

Huang Dan shook his head, "I'm not superstitious." It seems that Chen Jinhua didn't hear anything, it's better that way.

"That's good."

Chen Jinhua walked in the direction of the village, "Fate is an evil thing, you can't count it casually, some people will ruin their life if they count it, and it will harm others and themselves."

Huang Dan asked curiously, "Really?"

Chen Jinhua said yes, "The older generation always said that stupid people have stupid blessings, and knowing a lot is not necessarily a good thing."

Huang Dan said emotionally, "That's right."

Chen Jinhua turned her head, "Last time Li Gen helped us cut rice, this time he planted rice seedlings, you go and help, don't let the big guys think we are nothing."

The corners of Huang Dan's mouth twitched. The rice on his side was sown a little later in the field, and he had to wait a little longer to plant the seedlings, so he had time for a walk. Li Gen's side was fast, and he was already busy.

But he didn't really want to go to the field. There were leeches, "Let's go tomorrow, it's almost dark."

Chen Jinhua said yes.

After arriving home, Chen Jinhua sat in the courtyard, removed the tails of the screws one by one, soaked them in a basin, added a few drops of sesame oil, and cleaned them after a while.

For dinner, Huang Dan ate stir-fried leeks with screw meat. This was the most satisfying dish he ate here.

He wants to be a housekeeper.

Chen Jinhua has the characteristics of a traditional mother. She is full of food and clothing, thinking about her children. As usual, she only eats vegetables and leaves, and does not touch a piece of screw meat on the plate.

Huang Dan pinched Chen Jinhua a few times, but she kept nagging, saying that she didn't like that stuff, so don't pinch it for her.

After the meal, Chen Jinhua cleared the table, and wiped her oily hands on her gown casually, "In winter, you stay at home, mom will come to your Aunt Wang's house to chat about the sky!"

Huang Dan's voice came from the back door of the yard, "Okay."

The huts in the village may have been built by the same master, but they are all alike. They are all simple earthen huts, with a big hole dug in the ground and a vat buried in it for feces. There are no doors or curtains.

Huang Dan was squatting by the side of the big tank at this time, the muscles on his legs were tense, and his buttocks were pushed back. The most painful thing for him was going to the toilet, fearing that the feces would splash on his buttocks.

This squatting method is very unsafe, no wonder the original owner fell into it when he was a child.

Huang Dan shook the palm-leaf fan, fanning away the stench and the mosquitoes. While secretly vigorously, he stroked all the clues he had so far, in chronological order.

Li Dagui and Wu Cuiling were baby relatives of the older generation. They had a child in the second year after their marriage. They did not live to be one year old. The cause of death is unknown. Two years ago, Li Dagui was hit hard on the back of the head and fell into the river and died. Gen quit his job and returned to the village to take care of him.

Now the biggest suspect is Wang Yuemei. When she was young, she lived a decent life and enjoyed the favor of many opposite sexes in ten miles and eight villages. Even if she was paralyzed, she was very arrogant. The son, who hates the useless younger son, has a very obvious partiality, and she doesn't seem to hide her dislike and disappointment for the younger son.

In other words, Wang Yuemei was revealing that only outstanding people deserve her attention and praise.

The beautiful woman surnamed Wang mentioned by the fortune teller has two sons, who may be Wang Yuemei.

Huang Dan frowned and thought about it, and when he came back to his senses, his buttocks were already surrounded by mosquitoes.

On the other end, Chen Jinhua arrived at Li's house.

Wang Yuemei also just had a meal, and she was asking Wu Cuiling to fetch water for her, and wiped her hands carefully. Her hands were different from those of women in the village. Her fingers were long, not thick and short.

After Wang Yuemei wiped her hands, Wu Cuiling went out with the basin and closed the door.

Wang Yuemei leaned against the head of the bed, "Jinhua, haven't you already given two pairs of shoe soles for the winter? How can you pay them back?"

Chen Jinhua poked the big needle twice in her hair, pressed the sole of the shoe nimbly, and threaded the thread one by one, "I'll make a few more pairs of those cheap shoes for him in winter."

Wang Yuemei said, "You are too busy."

Chen Jinhua said, "I wanted to do other things, but winter prevented me from going to the field."

Wang Yuemei said, "Dong Dong is filial, he is a good boy, and he will be promising in the future."

Chen Jinhua said, "What can he do well? He doesn't know a single word, and he can't do well in the outside world. He can't compare with Li Gen from your family. He is really promising and responsible. To take care of you, even Dalian I don’t want to stay in the city anymore, come back and support this home.”

"Everyone says Li Gen is a filial son, and you Wang Yuemei gave birth to a good son."

Wang Yuemei's face softened, she was also proud, but also a little regretful, "If it weren't for my body, the child would have a good life outside, he was dragged down by me."

Chen Jinhua comforted, "Don't think so, no one wants to have a disease or a disaster. It's fate when it comes, so we can only bear it."

"Besides, Li Gen has been sensible since he was a child and has ideas. He knows what he is doing."

Wang Yuemei said, "It will be Lao Zhang's death day in a few days."

The wind was blowing, the kerosene lamp in the room was flickering, and the light was not good. Chen Jinhua didn't pierce the sole of her shoe, but pricked her hand. She wiped the blood beads from her hand on her trouser leg, "Yeah, time flies so fast, in a flash , Lao Zhang has been dead for more than ten years."

Wang Yuemei asked, "Have you bought all the yellow paper?"

Chen Jinhua said she bought it, "I bought it when I went to the city in winter."

"Look at this day, there will be no rain for the time being, so I can go to the grave." Wang Yuemei's throat was dry, and she coughed twice, "Jinhua, if it wasn't for me, you would have married the village chief."

Chen Jinhua didn't seem to care, she laughed and said, "Yuemei, we are both half-legged into the coffin, what are you talking about?"

Wang Yuemei's face was a little uncomfortable, and it was fleeting, "Isn't this the way to go here? I will mention it later."

She glanced at her, "Jin Hua, you've worn your outer gown for a long time, it's so dirty, why haven't you changed it?"

"It's a matter of things at home and abroad every day, and everything you wear will get dirty, so let's just do it." Chen Jinhua bent the sole of the shoe in his hand a few times, continued to press the needle in, and then pulled it out, "How can I have you?" I'm so lucky to have a hardworking and capable daughter-in-law, so I don't know how much to worry about."

Wang Yuemei frowned, "Forget it."

"It's been a while, and she doesn't even know how to bring me a jar. She usually asks me to tell everything, and if she doesn't talk, she doesn't know how to do it. That face is ugly, that is, she has read more books." There is a clear expression in the words. critical and dissatisfied.

The face is even more ordinary, the old and rough Chen Jinhua didn't say anything.

Wu Cuiling was at Huang Dan's place, "Winter, does your brother have a sweetheart?"

Huang Dan was eating a pineapple in the yard, but he said he didn't know.

Wu Cuiling said, "I think he was making snake bone chains in his house, and they should be given away."

Huang Dan took a bite of the pear, "I don't know."

Wu Cuiling didn't answer two questions, so she didn't ask any more. She had already realized what was wrong with her, "Go to bed earlier."

After Wu Cuiling left, Huang Dan stopped gnawing pears, and continued gnawing. After gnawing quickly, he went under the old locust tree in front of Li Gen's house, picked up small lumps of soil on the ground and threw them into a room.

Not long after, Li Gen and Huang Dan met in the bushes to the west of the village. There were so many mosquitoes, buzzing, that they could be grasped with one hand.

Huang Dan said, "I have something to ask you."

Li Gen hugged his waist and bit his lip with his teeth, "Kiss first, and then we'll talk after kissing enough."