When the two young men saw that Liu was about to spoil them, they dared not talk any more, and hurried away carrying the farm tools.
The old lady, who turned her head and trembling with anger, asked, "Mother, what should I do now?"
The old lady gritted her teeth and said: "They must be deliberate, knowing that we will come to them, deliberately avoided."
Liu also said: "It must be intentional. If it is bad, it will not grow here. We don't know when they will come back. We can't let Dazhu keep waiting like this, it's better—"
Before the words at the end were spoken, the old lady's eyes stared at him: "Why not?"
Liu was swept away by her cold eyes, and immediately fell silent: "It's nothing."
I wanted to persuade her to get the money to ask the doctor first, and treat Dazhu first. Hu Changlin and Bai Zhi will come back sooner or later, and then they can ask them for money. But the old lady has always been a master who is allowed to enter and not to leave. Picking money out of her hands is harder than going to the sky.
Last time, Dazhu broke her leg, and it took a long time. It was really impossible. She only agreed to ask the doctor, but now she hurt her hand again. I am afraid it will be hard to let her take the money.
At this time, the sky suddenly darkened, and the wind was blowing, and the sand in the wind got into their eyes, so fascinated that people could not open their eyes.
The old lady thought that the wheat that had been pulled out by Dazhu and Dabao was still lying on the road, "It's broken, go back to harvest the wheat, and leave quickly. If the wheat gets wet, it will be all over."
Before the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law took two steps, the big raindrops smashed their heads and covered their faces. The old lady fell twice in a hurry. Fortunately, she didn't hurt her bones.
When they found the ox cart, the wheat was soaked that the old lady almost fainted with anger.
The two of them pulled the bullock cart home together. Da Bao sat in the hall in a daze, Da Zhu leaned back in the chair with a pale face, and Er Zhu and Rich and Noble were nowhere to be seen. The old lady was so angry that he stood in the hall and cursed: "All come out, all Come out for me, a bunch of useless things, all day long I know that I ate and slept, slept and ate, and the wheat is out in the rain and no one can care about it. It's okay now, it's okay now!"
Dabao looked at the old lady in confusion, "A-nai, didn't you bring Maizi back? What are you making?"
Liu winked at him and motioned him not to speak, but Bai Dabao didn't see her wink. He walked to the door and glanced at the door solemnly, pointing to the soaked wheat and said: "I've counted it, no less, a bag Nothing less."
The old lady really wanted to copy the guy and hit someone, her body was shaking constantly, she didn't know whether it was angry or cold.
She shook her finger at the drenched wheat and yelled: "This wheat is so wet, can it still be sold? Within two days, it will all sprout, and it will be over. Do you know what this means? Our house is over, it's all over!"
Da Zhu hurt his hand, the consultation fee has not yet been paid, and the winter rations are so ruined, how will they live the rest of the day? How will you spend this winter? Can it survive until next spring
At this time Erzhu and Fugui came out of the room, and Zhang and Pearl, who were cooking the fish soup, also came from the back kitchen.
Seeing the drenched appearance of the old lady, Er Zhu hurriedly asked, "What's the matter with you?"
The old lady glared at Erzhu fiercely: "You still have the face to ask me what's wrong? There is such a big thing at home, you are like a okay person, and you still have the face to cook fish soup. Are you still a human?"