Zhang Kexiang's letter was written very calmly, reasoned with facts, and was clearly organized, making Zhao Chenghai irrefutable.

His thoughts were all said by Zhang Kexiang's letter.

He stubbornly thinks that the girl who opened a shop on the street is flashy, procrastinating again and again, and delaying to find someone to propose, which is the fundamental reason why Zhenhua and the little tailor did not get together.

Now Zhao Chenghai, after listening to Zhang Kexiang's letter, felt sad and guilty, and even vaguely realized that his ideas and vision may really be outdated.

He regretted it, and he regretted it. First, because Qi Lei's marriage dealt a heavy blow to him, and second, Zhang Kexiang's letter made him ashamed.

Cui Hong was still sad and angry, and scolded: "What's the use of you talking these now? Last year, if you were a little tighter, it wouldn't be like this! You said you went to apologize, okay, I see how big your face is, and save Kexiang and Zhenhua's affairs!"

Zhenhua shook his head and said to his father: "You don't have to go, it's useless to go." Zhang Kexiang is different from ordinary girls, she has her own opinions. The things she decides are carefully considered and will not simply change her mind. If you go and explain in a low voice, you will make Zhang Kexiang look down on me. ”

Zhao Chenghai looked at his son and sighed: "Wait until I think about it......"

"It's Uncle Xiang next door, you have to make it clear to others and make amends. Otherwise, these things will be known to others, and the neighbors will be unhappy. Zhenhua said.

Zhao Chenghai nodded.

Zhenhua persuaded his mother two more words, and then went back to the room to rest.

However, Zhenhua couldn't sleep, read Zhang Kexiang's letter a few more times, shook his head and turned off the light, and lay on the bed thinking about it.

Cui Hong couldn't sleep either, so she entered the bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed in a silent daze.

Zhao Chenghai sighed and said, "Sleep, I'll figure out a way tomorrow." It's my fault for this, it's me who delayed Zhenhua and Kexiang...... I'll find someone to ask, if it still doesn't work, it's useless for you to force me to death. ”

Cui Hong stared at her husband viciously for a long time, then turned off the light and went to bed, but turned her back and cried quietly.

This night, Ke Cuihong was so sad that she couldn't sleep all night.

Qi Lei's mother, Lan Yuzhi, was the opposite, so happy that she couldn't sleep all night.

The new moon on the eighth day of the first lunar month, at this time, has moved to the west sky, and the cold moonlight is sprinkled, enveloping this small village surrounded by mountains and rivers, and also witnessing the joy and sorrow of the village......

The next day, Zhao Chenghai got up very early, went into the kitchen to cook porridge without saying a word, and cleaned the front and back of the house again.

On weekdays, these housework of sprinkling, sweeping and cooking are all Cuihong's daily life, and Zhao Chenghai never stretches out his hand.

Cui Hong didn't sleep much at night, and when she woke up in the morning, her eyes were blank and her face was haggard, and she looked like she was seriously ill.

Zhenhua was worried about his mother's body and comforted him again.

Cui Hong took Zhenhua's hand and said, "Zhenhua, your father said to find someone to go to Zhangguigang to talk about it, you just let him go, ah, my mother really likes Kexiang." If you can't marry Kexiang, your mother won't be able to close her eyes even if she dies. ”

Zhenhua shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Mom, like your father, you don't know Zhang Kexiang." Although she is a girl, she is assertive and counts when she speaks. Even if her parents agreed now, she wouldn't come back. She was out of town, and no one could find her. So, don't think about Zhang Kexiang as a daughter-in-law, she will be treated as a daughter-in-law. ”

Cui Hong still didn't give up, and said, "Let's try it, if we don't try, how do we know?"

"You don't have to try to know, you better rest, and the farm will be busy immediately. Zhenhua shook his head and led his old buffalo to the river to drink, and let it nibble on some grass by the way.

Regardless of whether the farm is busy or idle, the cattle at home must be well served.

The food eaten by the farmer is given by God and by the ploughing ox.

But serving the cattle is a very troublesome job. Drinking water two or three times a day, and a large huddle of hay every night, are essential. They also have to clean the cow house, clean up the cow dung, get up at night to urinate the cows, and so on.

The old buffalo of Zhenhua's family joined hands with Zhao Chengquan, the cousin next door to the east, and took turns to serve, changing every half a month.

Although it changes every half a month, Zhenhua is also very impatient. is such an old person, but he has been reduced to a child herding cattle. I'm also a high school student, and I'm really aggrieved to be with the old buffalo all day long!

He had already suggested to his father that he sell his cattle and replace them with a six-horsepower walk-behind tractor to plough the fields. In this way, you don't have to wait for the ploughing cattle, and you can save a lot of work every day.

However, my father didn't agree at all, and my cousin Zhao Chengquan didn't agree either.

Zhao Chenghai and Zhao Chengquan's views are highly consistent: raising cattle does not lose money, and when the cattle are old, they can be sold as vegetable cattle, and they will not lose a penny, and they can make some money when the market is good. The tractor is old, it is a pile of broken iron, and the tractor has to burn oil and repair.

Zhenhua led the ox and walked to the river, just past a group of villages.

Qi Lei was wandering in front of the village with Zhuang Xiaodie, and when he saw Zhenhua, he immediately waved his hand and shouted: "Zhenhua!"

Zhenhua slowed down and let the old buffalo graze and waited for Qi Lei.

Qi Lei hurried over and asked, "What is written in Zhang Kexiang's letter, and where is she now?"

Zhenhua thought for a while and said: "She said that in a large garment factory, doing cutting technical guidance should belong to technicians." ”

Zhuang Xiaodie's eyes lit up, and she pulled Qi Lei's arm and said, "Qi Lei, let's go to work in the garment factory too." You have acquaintances in the factory, just introduce us to them. ”

"Don't make a fuss, what's the hurry? We just got married, and it's our honeymoon. Qi Lei coped with Zhuang Xiaodie's words, and asked Zhenhua again: "Then what should you two do?

Zhenhua shook his head: "No." ”

Qi Lei sighed, lit a cigarette and said, "I've heard that it was Hao Guolan and Xiulian's mother who made trouble." This Hao Guolan, I was about to settle accounts with her. And Xiulian...... I heard that she was beaten by her husband and had a miscarriage. Zhenhua, what should I do about this? I want to go to the county seat to clean up Xiulian's husband, and we will do it together, right?"

Zhenhua was silent.

Zhuang Xiaodie asked Qi Lei again, "Who are you talking about? Who miscarried?"

"You don't understand, I'll talk to you slowly later. My mom is making cakes, so it's going to be ready, Fluttershy, you go back to breakfast first. Qi Lei said.

Zhuang Xiaodie pursed her lips and turned to go home.

When Zhuang Xiaodie walked away, Qi Lei looked at Zhenhua again and said:

"Xiulian is so pitiful, she married alone in the county seat, and met this animal husband, and her mother-in-law and mother-in-law couldn't be trusted. How about Zhenhua? Do you dare to go to the county seat with me and clean up Xiulian's husband? If you don't give him a little color, how will Xiulian live in the future?"