"Mom, my sister looks so strict." Maomao put the last picked beans into the basket, stood up, and watched blankly as Zhen Di invited the old village chief into the back room of his house, and his father also walked behind him with his head buried - "Maomao, wash the vegetables with your mother." ”

Maomao's mother looked a little ugly, she put the picked vegetables in the bucket, ready to pick them to the opposite stream to wash - on the yellowed wall, there are several gray-brown marks, a simple wooden bed, with a bamboo pole to carry a patched old mosquito net, two old-fashioned large cabinets side by side at one end of the bed, a bamboo sofa opposite the low cabinet, placed a nineteen-inch old color TV - this is Maomao's father, and his mother's bedroom, is also usually used to entertain guests.

Although the things in the room were old, they were clean and tidy - although it was not the first time I had walked into this place, Zhen Di's mood today was much heavier than the last two times - "cough-smoke-smoke, village-chief." ”

The room was a little frighteningly quiet, Mao Mao's father bent down and took out a pack of fine white sand from the cabinet under the TV, opened it in a hurry, and tossed it with his fingers for several seconds before he took out two cigarettes and stuffed them into the village chief's hand - "Jianjun, you just let us stand?" ”

The village chief took the cigarette and looked directly at Mao Mao's father's eyes, which were faintly uneasy-"Ah, yes, yes, please take a seat." ”

Mao Mao's father seemed to be dodging something, and he quickly turned around and brought two bamboo chairs from the next house, but when he returned, the village chief and Zhen Di were already sitting on the bamboo sofa - "Mao Mao Dad, why are you - why - do this?" ”

Zhen Di finally couldn't help it-"You-you all know?" ”

Maomao's father was stunned when he heard this, and his red face soon turned purple, and he let out a long sigh and slumped heavily on the bamboo chair he had moved.

"Who else is involved?"

Zhen Di looked at Mao Mao's father's thin and sturdy body, although this man said that he had been working as a coolie all year round and had some strength, it was impossible for one person to remove such a big cow, not to mention that he was not a butcher - "cattle butcher." ”

Maomao's father's voice was as small as a mosquito, "But this matter is all my idea, and I can't blame others." ”

"Fang Jianjun, Fang Jianjun, let me say what is good about you, didn't you agree to bury Da Hei at the beginning, how can you fool others-"

The old village chief got up and clapped his hand on Maomao's father's shoulder, looking directly at Maomao's father with a complicated expression・・・・・ "Village chief, you-you listen to me-"

"Poof—"

Fang Jianjun grabbed the edge of the village chief's clothes, and tears ran down the cheeks of the man who had been sunburned into a smoky color, "Please, don't tell Sù Maomao and his mother." ”

"You know it's a shame, too."

The village chief glanced at Zhen Di, frowned and shook his head-"Village chief, let's listen to him." ”

There must be a story behind this, Zhen Di doesn't believe that this honest man in front of him would do such a despicable thing for no reason - "Okay,"

As soon as Zhen Di said this, the village chief suddenly felt that he still had a lot of things to figure out - "Maomao Dad, get up and talk about it." ”

Maomao's father nodded gratefully at Zhen Di, and then stood up, Zhen Di quickly moved a chair over - "Village chief, you already know the situation of our family, when my parents were alive, because of illness and funeral, owed a debt, in order to pay off the debt, my wife and I had to go out to work, we also saved some money, and paid back a part, just when we were full of yearning for the future life, my wife was suddenly found out, she had diabetes, she had to take medicine every day, and she could no longer do heavy weight work-"

Speaking of the sadness, Maomao's father shed tears, "Life has to go on, right, this cow was bought back by us for 2,000 yuan, but I didn't expect it to be my son's savior, of course, it is my son's savior, my son insists on not eating it, my wife loves my son, of course I also love my son, you say, I go to the county seat thirty miles away every day to carry bricks and tiles, and I earn a hundred and eighty a day.

"So you took advantage of your son's absence, and you sold Dahei—"

After listening to Mao Mao's father's words, the old village chief's tone softened a lot, "What do you say-how much did you sell?" ”

"It's been sold for more than 2,000, at least Ben is back."

Mao Mao's father hurriedly said-"So-you-dead cow-can you eat--can you--eat?" ”

"Don't worry, it's okay, it's not rotten-" The child's father-you-" "Poof-" As the hidden door was pushed open, Maomao's mother stood at the door, looking at her husband with tears in her eyes・・・・・・