Lin Zijin wrote accordingly, and suddenly understood what this little kid meant: he was afraid that Lin Xiangjiu would take it back to Zhao Sanmao.

She couldn't help but raise her eyes to look at Lin Xiangjiu.

I don't know whether it is great or sad for a woman to think of such an extent that a ten-year-old child can defend the rights and interests of her own son.

Lin Ziwei saw that Lin Zijin had finished writing, took the notebook again, and wrote the names of the two people crookedly on the page number on the side of the notebook, as if stamping a seal, before handing the notebook and two ballpoint pens to Lin Xiangjiu.

"Auntie, this is what I gave to my brother, you can't give my brother's things to Zhao Sanmao!" The little kid said seriously, with a cautious expression: "When he comes to my house during the New Year, I will compare with him to see who can write well." ”

Lin Xiangjiu had an embarrassed look on his face, and nodded heavily: "Aunt No, aunt won't give it to others, just give it to Yongyong and the second son." ”

Old man Lin sighed again, Mrs. Lin didn't quite understand what her grandson meant, and she didn't hear what he said, so she was so distressed that she chattered: "Wei Wei, what are you doing, why did you draw your brother's notebook!"

Lin Xiangjiu hugged Lin Ziwei and said to her mother: "Mother, don't complain about Weiwei, complain about me, complain about me!"

Zhao Sanmao came back from a year's work outside, not to mention taking money from home, and he didn't even buy a pencil and homework book for his two children.

In the end, it was the two juniors who were thinking about her child and bought something for her child, what else could she say?

On the twenty-sixth day of the lunar month, Lin Jiaming and his family returned to Luobu Village with Lin Weiguo and Lin Zishu.

Lin Jiaming's family took turns to celebrate the New Year on both sides, and last year they spent the New Year in Jinhai City, and this year they came to Luobu Village.

Zheng Guihua has a strong temperament and a good face, and refuses to lose to Fei Juan in all aspects, and returns to the countryside to celebrate the New Year, she brings very rich New Year's goods, and she rolls up her sleeves to work when she enters the door, and she is not lazy and slippery at all.

Zheng Guihua's only drawback is that she speaks a little straightforwardly, and she feels that she is a city person.

Bai Ruyi's temperament is gentle, and he has been wronged as a landlord over the years, and he has grinded his temperament softly.

She thinks that Zheng Guihua can't come a few times a year, and when she comes, she always carries a lot of things in a big bag, which is not bad for her own children.

Bai Ruyi is very good at things, she understands Zheng Guihua's character, knows that Zheng Guihua has no bad intentions, but just likes to listen to a few good words, so she praised Lin Jiaming and the old family and a few children, and the two got along very well.

The most problematic concubines are intimate and affectionate, not to mention other people.

A year has been very harmonious, adults and children are getting along well, happy and happy, except for the second year of junior high school, when Lin Xiangjiu's family came back, there was a little trouble.

Lin Xiangjiu has been a strange person in the Lin family for nearly three generations, but the source of this wonder is because she was blind and found an even more strange husband.

According to local customs, daughters and sons-in-law will return to their parents' homes on the second day of the Lunar New Year to celebrate the New Year, and Lin Xiangjiu and Zhao Erlai are no exception, bringing their two sons to Lao Lin's house.

Lin Jiaming and Lin Jialiang, who are brothers, although they don't treat Zhao Erlai very well, Lin Jialiang still wants to talk to him about his plans because of the little widow in Baleng Commune, and this kind of conversation is best talked about with his fists.

But this is just thinking about it, with Lin Xiangjiu and two nephews, the Lin brothers are no longer happy, and they have to receive their sister's family with a smile on their faces.

Zhao Erlai was dressed like a dog, carrying a red snack box in his hand, and during the New Year, Lin Xiangjiu was dressed up more neatly than usual, his short hair was neatly combed, and although the clothes he wore were not new, at least they were clean and without patches.

Maybe it's because Zhao Erlai went home, her face is a little more ruddy than when she came a year ago, and she looks a lot more energetic.

The clothes worn by the two children were old, but they were cleanly washed, and they looked timid, and when they saw someone, they hid behind Lin Xiangjiu.

Although Mrs. Lin was deaf, her eyes were not dazzling, and she saw that the fabric and wheel belt she gave her daughter were all worn on Zhao Erlai, and Zhao Erlai was dressed up as a person of five or six, Lin Xiangjiu stood beside him and looked like he was several years older.

Thinking of the lack of virtue that Zhao Erlai did, the old lady was angry, but during the New Year, she could only endure this breath, and smiled kindly and beckoned her daughter and son-in-law to go back to the house and sit down.

The son-in-law came to the door, the chickens had a headache, no matter what happened to Zhao Erlai, the Lin family was going to kill the chickens as usual.

Bai Ruyi killed the chicken, Zheng Guihua boiled the boiling water, the two of them disemboweled, cleaned up the neatness, and stewed together with the fat meat that Zheng Guihua brought, and pasted cakes on the side of the pot.

Lin Ziyi came in from outside, put an old smock on his new clothes, and drove the three older women out: "Mother, second aunt, aunt, you go to rest, this little work, I will do it alone." ”

In the main room, the men smoked and talked around the kang table, and the children played on the small table on the ground.

A few children from the Lin and Zhao families sat around the table, noisily mixing two decks of poker together and playing a poker game called "run fast".

Mrs. Lin watched her daughter rejoice, so she put aside the mustard for the time being, grinned happily, watched a few children play, and stuffed the melon seeds and candy cubes on the table into the children's hands.

The two children of the Zhao family quickly became familiar with the children of the Lin family, and shouted loudly.

Bai Ruyi brought up the four cold dishes and wine, and the eyes of the two children of the Zhao family immediately changed, and they glanced at the dishes on the table from time to time and swallowed a few saliva.

Lin Ziwei is a ghost, he saw the performance of his two younger brothers, and he didn't squeak at the time, but after playing for a while, he shouted that he was hungry and asked his mother to bring white flour steamed buns to a few children to eat.

As soon as he shouted, the two brothers Zhao Lingyong and Zhao Lingjun also shouted.

"Half-sized children can be eaten!"

The original text of this sentence is that half of the eldest son eats Lao Tzu to death, but the taboo of the New Year, you can't say that you are poor or dead, so Lin Xiangjiu changed it and patted her eldest son with disgust.

Mrs. Lin felt sorry for her grandson, and greeted Lin Ziyi with a smile: "Open the box of snacks that your aunt brought and give the children a fresh taste." ”

On the big kang, Zhao Erlai was holding the wine to his mouth, and his face immediately changed.

In this era, in fact, few people are willing to open the dim sum box for their own food.

Most people receive a snack box from someone else, and they are carefully hung on the beams of the house to prevent being bitten by rats, and when they leave their relatives, they take it down and give it out as a gift.

In general, a box of dim sum can be used to move around many relatives and friends, and sometimes even back to one's own home.

It is really rare for someone like the Lin family to be willing to open the dim sum box on the spot to eat.

On the one hand, Mrs. Lin felt sorry for her two grandsons, knowing that they couldn't eat anything good in the Zhao family, on the other hand, there were a lot of dim sum boxes at home this year, and Lin Jiaming took two boxes when he came back, and there were already five or six boxes hanging on the beams of the cool house, and he didn't care about eating this box.