Just after breakfast, Zhang Shulan came over in a hurry, and as soon as she entered the house, she pulled Xiaobei up and down, left and right. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"What's wrong, auntie?" Su Xiaobei had a small throat and eyes, chewing a big cake in his mouth, and she choked several times in a row, and coughed for a long time before he recovered.

"Oh, your Brother Chunshan asked me to take a look, he said that a foreigner came in the village, and the ghosts and ghosts in the early morning asked you everywhere, are you okay?"

Xiaobei drank a sip of water and swallowed the last bite of the cake and wiped his mouth, "Don't you see that I'm good!" ”

"Hey, it's okay, Chunshan went to stare at that person, don't go anywhere if you stay at home, I'll go to the third uncle and organize someone to catch him and send him to the township public security office, some people must be blushing when they see that we have earned money."

Zhang Shulan ran out like a gust of wind, and Yu Yuemei was worried about pulling her daughter's arm, "Mom, don't be afraid, you have also seen it, I have a lot of people to protect me now, we haven't done anything wrong, and I'm not afraid of what others will say." ”

As soon as Su Radish heard that her sister was in danger, she took out the sickle that cut rice in the autumn and took out a grinding stone and rubbed it, which made Xiaobei cry and laugh.

The coal stove in the house was burning hot, and after drinking traditional Chinese medicine for a few days, Yu Yuemei, who was strong, took out the cotton she bought in the city last time and wanted to make cotton jackets and pants for the two children.

"Mom, you can rest, my brother and I can pick up Brother Yulin's clothes and wear them." Xiaobei is reluctant to let his mother be tired anymore, and there are old clothes given by Ding Min at home, all of which are Ding Damei, and almost all of them are new.

Ding Damei and her mother don't deal with each other, they always sing the opposite, she makes all kinds of excuses not to wear the clothes that Ding Min makes, and now it's cheaper Xiaobei, but she needs Yu Yuemei to change it to be smaller to wear it.

The two of them sat on the kang chattering, didn't notice that people came in the house, only heard the door of the outhouse "squeak", Su Radish who was sharpening the sickle was busy gesturing to her mother and sister, pointing to the outhouse, the mother and her mouth were closed, and the footsteps stopped abruptly.

Xiao Bei made a look at her and motioned for her brother to give her the sickle.

There was a sound of rustling on the ground in the outhouse, Yu Yuemei's face turned blue with fright, and she dragged her daughter's trouser legs to prevent her from going out, while she picked up the scissors for work and prepared to go to the ground.

"Xiaobei?" A timid old voice came from the outhouse, and the mother looked at each other on three sides.

"Xiaobei?" The voice was raised, and the man seemed to want to push the door but did not dare to enter.

"Milk?" Xiaobei put down the sickle and opened the door, the outhouse was dark, and Han Meihua was holding a burden under her arm, bending her waist and smiling timidly.

Helping the old lady onto the kang, Yu Yuemei hurriedly took out a pillow and let her lie down, Han Meihua didn't say a word, and began to shed tears.

Su Xiaobei's face sank, and she turned around and said a few words to her brother, and Su Radish reluctantly slammed the door and went out.

"Milk, don't cry, what's wrong?" Xiaobei put away the cotton on the kang, otherwise he would be wiped by the old lady as a handpaper.

"Oh, my old face has nowhere to rest, and there is no one to support me when my son dies, so it's better to die."

Xiaobeizhi frowned, the New Year is coming soon, can't the old lady say something auspicious to please a good fortune?

"Milk, you have something to say, did Su Hong'e ask you to come over and ask for money?"

Han Meihua's eyes lit up when she heard the word "money", and she found that Xiaobei was staring at her coldly and quickly wiped her tears.

"I'm self-inflicted, Xiaobei, you leave me alone, just let me die here, so as not to block you."

Xiaobei sneered, "Milk, why do you want to kill my family?" ”

For an old lady who is disrespectful, can't she finish her old age without stopping?

Han Meihua was stunned for a moment, sat up abruptly and pointed at Xiaobei and scolded, "Stinky girl, you also curse me to death!" ”

was scolded inexplicably, Xiaobei laughed angrily, "Isn't this what you said yourself?" Who else cursed you to death? Why don't you go to them and fight hard? ”

Han Meihua, who was choked by the words, clicked her eyelids, and began to cry again, "I am doing evil, I am a widow in my youth, I have lost my son in old age, I have no one to support me, and the old Su family is dead." ”

Xiaobei picked her ears irritably, if it weren't for her grandmother, she would have been blown out a long time ago, and she hadn't said a word since she entered the house.

"Don't cry, what's going on, hurry up, you're not ashamed, we still have face."

Seeing that Xiaobei was about to turn his face with her, the old lady stopped humming and told what happened intermittently.

She was beaten by someone, and was beaten by Yu Zhanjun's mother, the eldest lady of the old society landlord and old rich family.

"Why did you hit you?"

Xiaobei was about to be by her. Isn't this old lady very powerful on weekdays? In the end, it looks like a nest, and it will only play prestige to their mothers.

Han Meixiang's old face pulled, and she snorted angrily, "Yu Zhanjun went home and told his mother that not only did he not entertain him with wine and meat here, but he also wanted to beat him, and his mother came to scold your aunt when he was angry." ”

"I couldn't get angry and scolded back, but I didn't expect the old lady to beat me." The old lady had snot and tears, blowing (xing) everywhere, making Xiaobei nauseous and about to vomit, and quickly handed her a towel.

"Then you're going to let her fight for nothing? You beat me and my brother at the beginning, but you were ruthless. Xiaobei sneered.

"Why didn't I hit her? She was jealous that I had new clothes to wear, and she deliberately came to find fault, and almost tore my clothes. ”

Han Meihua got the clothes of her daughter-in-law's filial piety, put them on when she went home, and showed off in Sifang Village, and specially went to Li Sisi's grandmother, who was also her own sister Han Meixiang, and said that Yu Yuemei's filial piety was that her daughter-in-law was afraid of the old woman and deliberately made offerings.

When I got home, the family was in full swing, the old girl was beaten by Yu Zhanjun's mother riding under her, she had already rolled up her sleeves to beat, and she pulled her clothes, not even a pleat, she felt sorry for her new clothes, so she symbolically roared a few times in the back, scaring her mother.

As a result, last night, Su Hong'e and her mother turned over her small intestine because of this, pushed her, and flashed her waist.

In the final analysis, it was her baby girl who beat her, and it has nothing to do with Yu Zhanjun's.

Han Meihua had just finished spitting out bitter water, and Radish came in with Dr. Shen.

"Doctor, can you help my grandmother check it to see if her back injury is serious?"

Dr. Shen's diagnosis was a muscle strain, and the old lady had an old disease before, so it was so serious that the cat walked on her waist. In the end, she took some Shenyang red medicine and painkillers, and Han Meihua's boss was unhappy, and pouted and asked Xiaobei to send her to the county hospital for investigation.

Su Luo's face was black from beginning to end, he felt that Xiaobei was too merciful and should not spend money on the old lady's medical treatment, there must be a second time after this time?

Xiaobei knows her brother's thoughts, she doesn't know what the consequences are.

But no matter how good Han Meihua is, she is also the grandmother of the two, and she will not support the elderly when her father is gone, she can't do such a thing, and Yu Yuemei can't do it.

"Milk, after lunch, I'll send you home."

Xiaobei took out the medicine jar and boiled Chinese medicine for his mother, and the old lady looked at it with a blank eye, eager to go down to the ground and drink two sips.

"I'm not going back, I'll go back after I have more care, this house is warm, your aunt's kang is cold, and I have a back ache when I sleep."