My dad watched me sweep the floor, and my back should be bent at 45 degrees, not strong (local dialect, do things seriously). Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info He poured well, sat on the bench and drank tea by himself, leaving me alone in front of the whole yard. I had to sweep the floor and sweep the floor again in embarrassment. In fact, I was thinking in my heart, "Hmph, when you get old, I'm going to do this to you, and taste what I'm like now!" "Know that do not do unto others as you would have them do unto you.

When the sun's halo faded, my mother finally returned home exhausted. In his hand he is holding a handful of freshly plucked greens from the ground, with a slightly damp black mud attached to them (this mud is more fertile and suitable for growing vegetables). Mom was not the slightest surprised to see Dad with the teacup, probably expecting him to come back. "Mo Chen, Qi Qi ......,"

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by his father. "Xiaohua, let's cook first. I was in a hurry from Nanjing, and I didn't have to hurry up to eat lunch. Mom echoed, "I'm hungry, I'll burn it right away." "Hearing my mother's voice like this, I really hate my father. I have been calling my mother back and forth, thinking that I am handsome. Our family still uses firewood to cook rice.

Of course, at that time, very few people in our village had rice cookers. It's high-end goods, but I can't bear it; The wattage is high and it costs electricity. Burning a rice cooker is equivalent to burning money and burning meat. However, there must be one at the village chief's house, and there must be one at the head doctor's house.

The bench is not enough, and it is inconvenient for her to cook rice when she sits on her mother. I just stood against the wall that had not yet been painted, and watched my mother insert the firewood into the stove in an orderly manner. The blazing fire shone on her mother's gentle face, which made her extremely kind. I couldn't imagine the viciousness she looked at when she was sick, and her bulging eyes.

When wisps of white smoke rose around the pot, my mother stopped stuffing firewood into the stove. At this time, as long as the embers are not completely extinguished, the rice must be simmered for a while before the dry rice is burned. If you continue to add firewood to it, you will soon smell the burnt smell of burnt rice.

Mom didn't talk nonsense to me as usual, and the quiet atmosphere made people feel empty.

When the meal is ready, my mother takes away the white cloth next to the lid of the pot (the white cloth is used to block the white smoke coming out).

As usual, I pestered my mother to eat the "thick skin" around the pot, because the stove was too high and the body was not enough, so I could only ask my mother to lift it for me to eat. But I heard my father, who didn't know when he was standing outside the door and smoking, stopped loudly and dissatisfiedly, "You still follow her heart, you see what she did, she lost all my face, and she had to eat "thick skin", the more you eat the thicker the skin." He said and took a heavy puff of smoke rings.

Mom was used to obeying everything my dad said, and I could only watch her shovel the "thick skin" and mix it with the rice. I could only swallow hard in my heart, never expecting to leave a joke in the rest of my life.

As usual, the whole family ate around a small dining table at the back door. And Brother Xiaojian's home is right at the back door of my house. It's the same time to eat, and they also eat at the front door opposite to my house.

Our two families belong to the same clan, both of which are Mo clans. In the past, they were very close together. Both parents will be together to cheer for the family. Of course, I didn't have a part in speaking.

This time, the atmosphere was obviously a little unusual. Dad talked a lot about me. But in exchange for the other party's fluttering words, "It's a big fart, your family still cares about this." ”

Dad's words began to become more and more intense, and the other party's words became more and more difficult to hear. It's been so long since I can't remember what the other person said. Probably the root of this matter is on me, and it has nothing to do with Brother Xiaojian.

In the face of the other party's aggressiveness, Dad's whole body began to tremble with anger. Smash the rice bowl on the opponent's territory with all your might.

The contradictions between the two families began to escalate. Both sides are holding their own words, and the battle situation is becoming more and more dangerous.