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However, Grandma Song's expression immediately became a little strange again: "Zi'an, you mean, she is carrying a big bag that is quite heavy?"

Song Zi'an nodded. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Grandma Song sighed: "However, she really fulfilled the sentence 'Poor people must have something to hate'!"

"Professor Cheng is a dedicated person, and he has always missed his deceased wife, and I heard that they have slept in separate beds for so many years. Therefore, he has always refused to talk about the marriage certificate with Han Jinhua, and he made it clear to the people who persuaded him that his wife can only be one person, and he will never tolerate any woman replacing his lover!"

Song Yiyi's eyes widened: "In other words, Professor Cheng and Han Jinhua are not a legal husband and wife!

Grandma Song rubbed her No. 5 head: "Yiyi's guess is right, that's the truth! Therefore, Han Jinhua's hukou has never moved out, and it is still a rural hukou." She should be carrying her own rations!"

Grandpa Song also didn't like Han Jinhua's personality: "Yes, everyone in the courtyard knows that she has to go back every year and carry her rations back." Professor Cheng's father and son are both weak scholars and cannot do manual work at all. So, at the beginning, she had to carry it on her back twice a year to turn all her rations upside down. ”

Later, Han Jinhua felt sorry for the train ticket money, so he replaced all the rations with fine grains, so that he could carry them all at once. ”

Song Zi'an asked in wonder: "She won't sell the rations, wouldn't it be more convenient to come back with the money?"

Grandma Song glanced at her grandson with a smile: "Han Jinhua is very economical and calculates to the bones." She has to sell grain locally, and she can't sell it at a good price. Zi'an, think about it, every family there has the same rations, and the people in the village know that Han Jinhua has been living in Shen City with Professor Cheng, and they actually hope that she can give the rations to themselves for free, or buy them back at a low price. ”

However, where is Han Jinhua willing to do it, at most she is in Shili Eight Villages, looking for someone to change the fine grain, and carrying it back. ”

Song Yiyi and Song Zi'an are not sympathetic to Han Jinhua's affairs, and the blisters on their feet are all taken by themselves!

Song Zemin suddenly opened his mouth and warned his son: "Zi'an, stay away from that Cheng Yinyin in the future." Although she and Han Jinhua are not related by blood, growing up around such a stepmother, I am afraid that she will learn from her!"

Song Zi'an was stunned for a moment, and then his face flushed with shame.

Song Yiyi smiled, circled around her brother, shook her head and said: "I took a closer look, there is indeed a beautiful young man in front of me! Brother, you really have to stay away from those women who are not right-minded or troublesome in the future, if you really accidentally get into some peach blossom debt, no one will be able to help you at that time!"

Grandma Song patted her granddaughter's shoulder with a "snap", and scolded with a smile: "You naughty ghost, do you have such a brother to talk about!"

Song Zi'an heard the warning from his sister's words, think about Cai Chunhua, and then think about Han Jinhua, he doesn't want to provoke such a perverted woman.

Song Yiyi saw the meaning of Song Zi'an's words, and was quite satisfied with her brother's intelligence and understanding.

She put away her smile and explained seriously: "Grandpa, grandma, I will start treating Uncle Zhao's leg tomorrow." If nothing happens, he will be able to recover in half a year at most. ”

Grandpa Song said with relief: "That's good! Zhao Laogen is a good person, and I always can't bear to see good people suffer! What's more, he and his family have also helped me and your grandmother." ”

In the west room, Zhao Laogen's family ate fragrantly, and the corners of their mouths hung with oil.

Song Yiyi knew that they had a large amount of food, and they used a large deep-bottomed plate at home, and the dumplings were spiking.

Zhao Erbiao patted his belly: "Yesterday I had a cake, although my mother's brand was very delicious, but the dumplings made by Sister Yiyi were even more delicious!"

Aunt Zhao snorted: "The stuffing is a big ball of meat, and the skin is white, can it be delicious! Oh, I'm not saying that Yiyi's craftsmanship is not good, I'm saying that the food made by others is real, and the ingredients are enough!"

Zhao Laogen echoed again and again: "Yes! Yes! At the beginning of listening to Uncle Song say that he could help me heal my leg, I felt that I was dreaming." However, I really don't want to let go of this hope, I still came all the way with you, to be honest, I have never had a bottom in my heart!"

"Now, I don't know what's going on, so I'm down-to-earth, and I believe that this is not a dream, it's real!"

Zhao Erbiao's eyes widened, thinking that he had found the answer: "Dad, it must be because you ate this dumpling!"

Zhao Dabiao laughed out loud: "Silly little brother, Dad has finally come to work, and he has completely gotten rid of his previous bad luck!"

Early the next morning, Song Zi'an and Song Yiyi walked out of the house for morning exercises.

Zhao Dabiao and Zhao Erbiao, two brothers, have already swept the yard and are standing in the yard with big eyes.

As soon as they saw someone coming out, the two immediately ran over and said, "Do you want to carry water? We don't know where the bucket is?"

Song Yiyi knew their intentions of working hard to reciprocate, so she pointed to the easternmost room of the main house: "There is the kitchen, and the bucket and flat pole are all in it." Now you don't have to pick, the water in the tank is full. ”

"There are also water tanks and kettles in the outhouse of your house, and you can boil hot water on the stove to drink. ”

Aunt Zhao, who had already gotten up, walked out of the house refreshed: "We have all seen it, there are also washbasins, soap, tooth jars, toothbrushes, wooden combs, clam oil, they are really well prepared!"

She swallowed the words of thanks, last night her man and son said, don't refuse people's kindness, you have an account in your heart, and the favors you owe are written down one by one, and you will double it in the future.

Aunt Zhao said sincerely: "Yiyi, you are growing your body, you don't need to get up so early, I will make breakfast in the future." ”

Song Yiyi did not shirk, since the Zhao family was going to live here for at least three months, she always had to find their own seats for them to calm their hearts: "Aunt Zhao, then I will trouble you in the future, I can rely on it for a while in the morning and get up again." ”

Grandpa Song and Grandma Song are old, and they feel less, but if there is any movement in the yard, they will wake up.

Grandma Song, who walked out of the house, continued: "Daughter-in-law Laogen, come with me, get the stove first, and then go to the kitchen." ”

Song Yiyi shouted: "Grandma, don't make breakfast today, my brother and I went out for a run, and by the way, I bought big fruits and soy milk and came back." ”

When Song Zi'an heard this, he cooperated and went into the kitchen. I came out with two basins and two thermoses.

Song Yiyi was in the yard and was teasing Zhao Erbiao: "For a while, run with us and familiarize yourself with the surrounding environment, so that you don't go out one day and can't find your home." ”