Man Bao nodded approvingly, "I hate them."
How dare she scold her mother, since she was a child, no one has ever dared to scold her mother like that.
Aunt Lai told her with a smile, "It wasn't there back then. Don't look at your mother's life when she first got married. She is not the one who suffers. She has a hot temper. When it comes to quarrels and fights, there is really no daughter-in-law in the village." She is great."
Man Bao propped his chin up and listened to the story all afternoon, until his legs became numb, the sun was about to set in the sky, and Xiao Qian's family couldn't find the children in the yard, so he realized that they were still listening to the story under the banyan tree.
Little Qian stood at the gate with her waist pinched, and shouted in the direction of the banyan tree: "Wulang, Liulang, Manbao, it's time to eat—take the children back quickly."
Only then did everyone realize that the sun was setting, and they immediately dispersed. Man Bao waved his hands to say goodbye to Uncle Lai and Aunt Lai, and rushed home with his brothers, nephews and nieces screaming.
Little Qian pulled Man Bao over, looked at Wu Lang and Da Tou with disgust, and asked, "You guys went to roll in the mud, look at this dirty, hurry up and wash your hands, you'll be eating in a while. "
She took Man Bao's hand and looked at it. Seeing that it was no longer red, 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 father bully you."
Old Zhou Tou, who was leisurely smoking a cigarette, said: …
What did he do to him
After Man Bao and Qian's promises, they went to hold the hand of old Zhou, and said seriously: "Father, you have to listen to your mother more in the future, don't be lazy, it's not what you said, do lazy people even dislike shit? We can't be lazy."
Old Zhou was so angry that he roared angrily, "Aren't you going to listen to my aunt's story? Don't listen to her. If you become a gossip like Wednesday, oh no, it's a gossip... In short Don't listen to those nonsense."
Datou looked at it, immediately wiped the water on his face, ran to hold his father's hand, and said seriously: "Father, don't worry, I will slap mosquitoes for you in the future, and I will definitely not let you be bitten by mosquitoes again." .”
When Da Ya and Santou heard this, they felt that they should not be too far behind, so they also surrounded them, grabbed their father's other hand, and expressed their heartfelt feelings.
Zhou Dalang didn't know what they were talking about, but he was very happy, so he said cheerfully: "Okay, you guys slapped me for mosquitoes that night before going to sleep."
The three nodded as soon as they heard it, indicating that there was no problem at all.
Zhou Dalang didn't know why they said that, but old Zhou Tou knew!
He knew why the third child said that almost as soon as he heard it, because in the past twenty years, from the moment Zhou Dalang was tied to the tree, this story has been told countless times by Aunt Lai.
Old Zhou Tou had heard it himself, and also heard it from others.
God knows that his son was tied up just once, and it happened that Aunt Lai saw it.
Zhou Jin's memory is also deep, because it was that time, when his wife carried Da Lang back to her natal home, he was pressed and 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 seldom mentioned anything about Zhou Yin.
But this time, son, this "taboo" doesn't seem to exist anymore, he wants to know what his aunt will say about him with his toes.
Old Zhou was so angry that his hands were shaking, it was all slander, and he brought out all the things about Chen Zhima and rotten millet...
Old Zhou Tou lacked confidence.
However, Mrs. Qian pulled Man Bao over, tapped her forehead and said, "You, don't take all the stories you hear seriously. You come to say that my aunt likes me and doesn't like your father. It's a bit biased. Just listen to it. .”
Man Bao asked, "What is that father like?"
"You have no eyes to see what your father is like," Qian said softly, "What you see is more real than what you hear, right? And you live with your father, don't others know it better than what you hear?" Are you serious?"
Man Bao felt 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?"
Man Bao ran over to hold Lao Zhou's hand, and said with apologetic expression: "Father, I'm sorry."
"What is it, what is it dark, what is it bright?"
"Listen to one side and you will be dark, but you will be bright if you listen to both."
Old Zhou Tou said straightforwardly: "I didn't understand, anyway, you have to remember that what Aunt Lai said is not right, just be right."
Man Bao opened his mouth and asked, "Isn't this still partial listening?"
"What do you prefer to listen to or not? I'll ask you, do you listen to daddy?"
Man Bao nodded.
"That's fine, then don't listen to what Aunt Lai said, and you guys," Old Zhou pointed at Friday Lang and Saturday Lang who ran back with them just now. What kind of talk does it sound like if you’re still hanging around outside all day long?”
After the old Zhou Tou finished speaking, he looked at Wu Lang with disgust and said: "Wu Lang, you don't run outside recently, look at your head, face, and neck. I have already let the wind out to give you Say kiss, maybe you will see each other after the summer harvest and autumn harvest, how can you meet people when you are so tanned?"
Zhou Wulang's eyes widened, "Yes, but my summer and autumn harvests are also going to the fields."
His eyes brightened slightly, and he asked coyly: "Father, can I be like the sister Dahua next door, without having to work in the fields before seeing each other?"
"You're beautiful," said old Zhou without thinking, "You're a boy, not a girl, what do you want?"
"...Didn't you just say that?"
"I told you not to run outside when you don't have to work. You are an adult, you have to give your younger siblings, nephews and nieces a good head, you know?"
Old Zhou Tou concealed his black history very well, and couldn't help complaining to Qian when he was sleeping at night, "It's true, Auntie, the older she gets, the more she talks, she was not like this before."
"Then are you going to argue with her?"
Old Zhou Tou muttered to the side, neither daring to go nor willing to let it go, "There are so many children, and the grandchildren are about to grow up, what kind of words do those words reach their ears?"
"Okay, I know what to do, go to sleep now."
Isn't it just telling stories to the children, she will also say it.
Being diligent and studious since childhood is a good name, and the prodigal son is also a good name, isn't it
Qian didn't regret the decision back then, yes, the first few years were a bit difficult, but who's life was easier at the beginning
Life is like a person who knows how warm and cold the water is. They say that her in-laws are bad and her husband is lazy, but they are also considerate sometimes, but outsiders can't see those things.
Moreover, apart from Zhou Yin's death, she was satisfied in this life.