After returning to the old village and walking into the mountains for a few minutes, Mrs. Tan came to the place where Liu Qingshan was found yesterday.

She stood on the narrow and steep mountain road, brushed the branches on the outside of the mountain path with her hoe, and looked straight down.

She saw first the terraces that had not yet been touched by the sun, then the sparkling stream, and a newly carved path on the terraces.

looked up along the path, and suddenly saw Liu Qingshan's figure.

The little bastard was chopping down the wild trees in the little arbor forest next to the terrace. Looking at him like this, I'm afraid he still wants to expand the terrace area, so there are a lot of things.

Damn, why should someone else take away the mountains I have planted? No one wants to occupy my mountains! Unless I die!

As soon as she thought of this, Mrs. Tan's anger ignited instantly. She took a deep breath, crossed her waist, and shouted at Liu Qingshan Monster below.

Liu Qingshan was working, and suddenly heard a series of sharp and unbearable evil words, and couldn't help but be startled.

Originally, before he went into the mountains to work in the morning, he was ready to meet Mrs. Tan again and be scolded by Mrs. Tan, but what he didn't expect was that the combat effectiveness of this seventy-eighty Mrs. Tan was so strong, and when all kinds of foul words that even her mother hadn't said popped out of her mouth, it was as common as ordinary people spitting.

"Liu Qingshan, are you eating rummy? Are your ears swollen by the dog day, and you can't understand human words?"

Listen, is this human talk?

Normal people eat rice and, and she scolded Liu Qingshan for eating and. also said that Liu Qingshan's ears were swollen by Dog Day. This scolding is like a poetry contest, innovative and shocking.

If it weren't for the divine power to protect the body, Liu Qingshan's 'Samadhi True Fire' might have squirted out of his mouth and burned this Old Lady Tan into jerky.

Who wouldn't scold? Is it necessary?

Just like my mother said, this Mrs. Tan is old and can't live for a few years, if she wants to scold, let her scold.

Anyway, if you don't care about her, she's just singing a one-man show. If you reply to her two sentences, and you just give her the right line, maybe she scolds more cheerfully.

Well, I'm too lazy to quarrel with a half-buried old woman like you, as a young man in his twenties.

Liu Qingshan was also open-minded, and after glancing at Mrs. Tan, he didn't speak, and continued to do his own work.

Mrs. Tan stood on the mountain road and scolded, and pointed fingers, scolded for about half an hour, her mouth was dry, and she was short of breath, and then she remembered that she still had to dig yams.

"A bastard like you, sooner or later, you're going to fall to your death. Leaving the last cruel sentence, Mrs. Tan finally left.

It's not that she has no words, but she is very confident that Liu Qingshan can't take away this land anyway. But if the yams in the mountains don't go to dig quickly, they will be dug up by others.

Although the family is a low-income household, the government has a subsidy of about 200 yuan every month.

But to be honest, that little money is enough for her to get injections every month.

Because of the perennial work in the mountains, the body seems to be tough, but occasionally overworked, and I have to go to the hospital to get some glucose to maintain the body.

Without hospitalization, these medical expenses cannot be reimbursed. So, the two hundred yuan is just enough for her to get an injection.

Alas, this is the life of the poor, who spend money on injections to continue their lives, and at the same time consume their own bodies to work hard to support their families.

You said that she was seventy or eighty years old, and if she had been in the city at this age, she would have been blessed for many years. But she can't, she not only has to go into the mountains to work, but also have to manage the family's field crops, 365 days a year, unless it rains heavily and thunder roars, otherwise, even if it rains moderately, she has to grit her teeth and work.

Of course, it's okay not to do it.

However, if you don't work, the family won't even be able to eat vegetables, let alone save money for your son to marry a daughter-in-law.

You said that this person lived for a hundred years, and some people were afraid that they would be lonely when they got old, but some people didn't dare to think of such a good thing at all. How good it is to be lonely, one person is full, and the whole family is not hungry.

For such a good thing, Mrs. Tan couldn't even think about it. She has to take care of the old man who is in decay, and she also has to worry about her young son who has been a bachelor for more than 40 years. She has to worry about all the big and small things in this family, how dare she fantasize about any lonely and easy days?

All she can think about is to live a few more years, work a few more years, even if it is a few more years of hard work, it doesn't matter, as long as she can worry about her youngest son for a few more years, make his life easier, and have a good life in the future, then she will be satisfied.

Alas, but how many years will she live? No one knows. Only the Lord of Yama in the field knows.

So, she had to hurry up and dig yams. Dig a little more yam and you can sell it for a little more money. If you sell more money, you can save money for your son to marry a daughter-in-law, and you can also buy some new clothes for your great-grandchildren.

Although she doesn't have much energy, it is estimated that she can still dig seven or eight catties of yam a day.

Although there are not many catties of yams, if they are sold for money, they will cost seventy or eighty yuan.

However, the weather did not go as expected.

I don't know why, Mrs. Tan felt that she was a little dazzled all day, and she looked weak.

I don't know if it's low blood sugar or what's going on, not only do I have no strength to dig yams, but even my legs and feet are a little weak.

Sensing that something was wrong with her body today, Mrs. Tan hurriedly packed up the two or three catties of yam that had just been dug up on the ground, picked up the hoe, and went home.

But halfway through, my knees suddenly weakened, and my center of gravity suddenly lost ......

"Ahh

She lay on her back in the middle of the road, looking at the distant sky, and the blind, vague sun, and moaned a few times in a hoarse voice.

It just so happened that this place was separated from the small arbor forest by a stream and another shrub.

Therefore, Mrs. Tan's first scream, as well as the painful moans afterward, were all heard in Liu Qingshan's ears.

"It's weird. Liu Qingshan stopped what he was doing, stood up straight, and couldn't help muttering, "Who is calling?"

Driven by curiosity, Liu Qingshan put down the woodcutter, crossed the stream, and approached the clearer and clearer lamentation.

The closer he got, the more his brow furrowed.

Because this voice sounds too much like Mrs. Tan's voice. If he walked over, would he be scolded by Mrs. Tan again?

Liu Qingshan stopped in the middle of the bushes, and was about to turn around and go back, when Mrs. Tan's voice came again: "Ouch, it hurts me to death, ouch, this roadblocker, I fell a lot." Ouch, my legs, ouch, ouch. ”

Hearing this clear lamentation, Liu Qingshan guessed. It is estimated that this Mrs. Tan tripped and fell on the stones blocking the road.

He frowned, not at all relieved, let alone gloating.

Although he is not a saint, he is not so happy that he gloates when others are suffering.

I remember that when my grandfather was alive, he once fought with people over the water in the field. Later, when the man was bitten by a snake in the mountains, his family came to the house to look for his grandfather, who took the herbs and went to save the man without saying a word.

When he returned, he asked his grandfather, "That man fought with you, why did you save him?"

At that time, the grandfather and grandson were sitting in the courtyard with their backs to the sunset. Grandpa touched his little brain melon with a kind face and said, "Qingshan, no matter what time it is, never be indifferent to the misfortune and suffering of others. Because the misfortune of one is the misfortune of all. ”

At the time of an avalanche, no snowflake is innocent. If everyone is indifferent and selfish, then the world will one day become purgatory.

He Liu Qingshan may not be a very good person, he will sow discord with his parents, and he will quarrel with old ladies in their seventies and eighties, but he knows that when others are suffering or misfortune, he must reach out his hand.