"I'll fuck you Yao Dazhuang's eighth-generation ancestor! You black-hearted person who only eats and doesn't pull people's shit, you eat people's food and don't pull people's shit, you don't talk about people and don't do things, you kill rhubarb, Lao Tzu wants you to pay for your life! Let's not live!"

Yao Dazhuang squatted on the ground, his head hooked between his crotch and did not speak, his woman was a little stiff, and scolded loudly: "Let your mother's fart, this cow was not good when it was brought here, it was as thin as a donkey, and now it is all thanks to my family? !

When the old yellow head heard this, he jumped even higher, and several strong young men almost couldn't hold him down: "Damn, the cow is not good, you still let it work so hard?"

Yao Dazhuang's woman knew that she was wrong, and muttered in a low voice: "Then what should I do, I will give my family a total of five days, and if I don't let it work, what will happen to my family's land? Besides, when it comes, it will be almost dead, and its stomach is so deflated that you can feel its intestines!"

Before Rhubarb came to Yao Dazhuang's house, he stayed at Tian Jianjian's house for five days, and when Yao Dazhuang's woman said this, Tian Jianjian's daughter-in-law was immediately unwilling: "Isn't this nonsense, the cow is good in my house, and I take care of it carefully!"

Old Huang Tou didn't have the idea that "the enemy of the enemy is a friend" in his heart, and when Rhubarb died, he could hate these seven families.

Hearing this, he scolded Tian Jianjian's daughter-in-law: "Your family is not a very good thing, don't be unaware, what does rhubarb eat in your house?

Tian Jianjian's daughter-in-law blushed and wanted to say something, but she couldn't say anything, she didn't want to make any extraneous branches, so she stopped talking with interest.

Lin Jialiang turned around the rhubarb with a gloomy face, squatted down and touched the rhubarb's skinny backbone, and then looked at the whip marks on the cow's body: "This cow can't starve to death in a day or two." ”

He stood up and clapped his hands: "Okay, Uncle Huang don't make trouble, let's tell me that tomorrow night there will be a villager meeting in the livestock shed!"

A few young men let go of the old yellow head, and the old yellow head ran to the big yellow head, sat on the ground and cried like a child, saying that he would not get up for anything.

Lin Jialiang squatted down beside him and handed him a cigarette: "Uncle Huang, don't cry, let's have a meeting tomorrow to study, collect all the livestock into the collective, and hand them over to you to take care of." ”

He stood up and glanced at the people around him: "If this continues, sooner or later, the big animals will all die!"

The people around looked at each other and were silent.

Speaking from the heart, it's not that there is no good for livestock, but no one is as careful as the old yellow head, not to mention that people's hearts are selfish, the livestock are big guys, and they use their own essence to fatten the public-owned livestock, and there are only a few such people.

The old yellow head was stunned for a long time, happy and sad, and after a while, he patted the corpse of the rhubarb and cried: "Pity my rhubarb!

There was a stunned young man among the people, and he said out of the sky: "How can this die in vain, beef can still be eaten!"

"Put your mother's bullshit, see who dares to eat your rhubarb!" The old yellow head was like crazy, grabbed a shovel and protected Rhubarb's side.

Lin Jialiang raised his chin at a few older people, and a few people understood, pulled and persuaded in the past, and pulled the old yellow head home.

The carcass of the cow was finally skinned, and the meat was distributed to each family overnight.

In Luobu Village that night, the smell of beef wafted everywhere.

Lin Jiaming left Yao Dazhuang's house, frowned and hurried back to his house first, he still had a lot of troubles waiting in his own house, Wei Wei had come to him several times just now.

The Lin family's west house was filled with smoke, and the flames of kerosene lamps were beating non-stop.

Lin Jiaming had a cold face, looking at the girl in front of him who shrugged his shoulders and shrunk his neck, looking very pitiful.

"Do you really want Zhao Sanmao's kid to study?"

Lin Xiangjiu stiffened his neck and straightened his waist: "Second brother, Sanmao, this kid is promising, and I have confessed his book." ”

Lin Jiaming was silent for a long time, sighed and looked tired: "Xiangjiu, the second brother has no ability, I'm afraid I can't help you." ”

Lin Xiangjiu's eyes widened in disappointment and disbelief, and she looked at her second brother: "Second brother, now that the package has been delivered to the household, life is better than before, why don't you have any money?"

Old man Lin couldn't listen to it anymore, and slapped a cigarette pouch pot on her shoulder: "Xiangjiu, you still want to be shameless, why did I raise such a white-eyed wolf like you!

The head of the cigarette pouch pot was copper, and the old man Lin shot out angrily, Lin Xiangjiu was hurt and gasped.

"Dad!" she cried out with tears in her eyes: "I didn't know how to loot my mother's house, and I did my best myself! I farmed, raised chickens and pigs, and worked with men to build roads and move stones.

She cried uncontrollably, and stretched out her hand to show her parents: "Look, look, my hand has become like this, I can do it better than a man, but my life is not good, what can I do?!"

The joints of her hands were thick and deformed, covered with thick calluses, and there were still many places where there were bloody cuts and flesh blooming.

Mrs. Lin moved over, grabbed Lin Xiangjiu's hand and shed tears: "My poor girl!"

Lin Xiang cried on her mother's shoulder for a long time, and Old Man Lin and Lin Jiaming were distressed and helpless, so they kept silent.

After a while, Lin Xiangjiu gradually stopped crying, sobbed and whispered, "I don't want to do this either, but what can I do?"

Aren't all books saying that women should be virtuous and virtuous, and there are so many reports in the newspapers, and women sacrifice themselves for the sake of their families, don't they call on us to learn from those women?

I've tried my best, but I still can't, you are my family, my dearest people, shouldn't you help me?"

Old man Lin laughed angrily at her brainless remarks: "Lin Xiangjiu! Who are the people reported in the newspapers? They are military martyrs, or there is no man in the family, and the widow supports a family!"

Not only do you have a man, but your man also has all his hands and feet, and he spends his days outside messing with flowers and grass!

Zhao Sanmao's kid, he didn't pass the exam last year, you provide him with a repeat study, and the dolls of other families go to work to earn some work to help the family during the winter and summer vacations, what about him, he stays at home all day long, and you have to go back to cook for him!"

Old man Lin pointed at Lin Xiangjiu and scolded hatefully: "Do you think Lao Tzu doesn't know your situation over there?

There are also the two old immortals of the Zhao family, who are just sixty this year, so they don't do anything, lying on the bed and waiting for someone to serve, if they really can't do it, forget it, you say it yourself, they really can't do anything?"

Lin Xiangjiu lowered his head weakly.

She knows that her in-laws can do a good job, and the old people of the same age in the village can always do heavy work and light work.

Now that the package has been delivered to the household, the young strong laborers have put their strength into their own fields, feeding pigs and chickens at home, washing clothes and cooking and other chores, all of which are done by the old people in the family, but her father-in-law and mother-in-law have never reached out to help her.