"Mother, I still want it, give me another one." The iron pillar tiptoed forward, pulling Wen's sleeve with one hand and raising it high with the other.

Although they didn't go to the town on the day of Qixi Festival, they went back to their parents' house to play for two days, and there was a late-maturing plum tree in Daddy Wen's house, which was ripe. There are not many wild fruits ripening in summer, and these plums are especially attractive at this time.

"No, you've already eaten several of them today, and you'll have diarrhea if you eat them again." It was Dashan who spoke, and he also pulled the iron pillar to keep him away from Wen's.

Wen didn't speak, Tie Zhu naturally refused to give up, couldn't break free from Dashan's hand, and turned his head to look at Wen pitifully, raised a finger, and begged: "One, just one, okay?" ”

"If you eat too much, you will have diarrhea, and you will have to drink bitter medicine, are you willing?" Wen asked.

Tie Zhu shook his head, still pouting a little dissatisfied, and kicked the stones on the ground with the tips of his shoes as if angry.

When the stone met Qiaoqiao, she turned her head and replied, "Grandpa also took so many delicious foods, you ate plums, and you won't have a stomach full of these delicious foods at noon today." ”

It is worthy of taking special care of the iron pillar, and as soon as he said it, he took the lifeblood of the iron pillar.

When choosing between plums and many delicious ones, Tiezhu naturally chooses the latter, which is the age of foodies, and it is obviously advantageous to do so.

Qiaoqiao smiled, wiped the sweat with her sleeve, and lifted the basket on her elbow.

"Sister, let me carry the basket." The mountain held out his hand.

"No, it's not heavy." Qiaoqiao smiled and shook her head.

Lie! It's just that her mother didn't speak, she didn't dare to shout tired. He had personally tested the weight of the basket, and it was not light at all. It's hard to work on a small body. I've been walking so far. Dashan complained in his heart, but he didn't dare to argue with Wen's face. Go directly to take off Qiaoqiao's arm. He could not say that Wen was patriarchal, because those who enjoyed this qiē privilege had no right to complain.

The basket in Qiaoqiao's hand contained a few goose eggs. Afraid of breaking it, she didn't dare to fight with Dashan, so she watched Dashan carefully hang the basket at his elbow.

Wen glared at Qiaoqiao, she was reluctant to let her son suffer, but Qiaoqiao was unceremoniously. She turned her head and said to Dashan with a pleasant face: "Dashan, give the basket to your mother, you are still growing your body, don't be crushed." ”

Crushed, is he alone? Qiaoqiao is smaller than him. Thinner than him, why don't you see your mother feel distressed and distressed by her?

Wen carried the basket to the other arm, and Dashan subconsciously glanced at Qiaoqiao. The back of her head was facing him, and Dashan didn't know what Qiaoqiao's expression was. But judging from the back, it is no longer as trembling as before.

Heartache? It seems to be a little bit, but the heartache has increased more times, and the person has become numb. Wen's eccentricity is not the first time, and it will not be the last, so what is there to worry about? Qiaoqiao turned her head to look at the green vegetable garden. Hooked the corners of his mouth.

I really want to grow up quickly, and when I leave, I will be liberated.

"Yo, Tiezhu Niang is back from her mother's house?" Sun looked up from the vegetable garden.

"yes. You've got a whole garden. Wen was about to grab a handful of plums for Sun, but he found that his hands were not empty, so he hurriedly lowered his waist and asked Tiezhu to grab a handful for her.

"Mother's late-maturing plums. You taste it. She said.

"Ouch, my hands are dirty." Sun patted the ash on his hands. I took two of them for a while, and let the iron pillar take the rest back. She blew on the plums. took a bite and smiled, "It's quite sweet." Delay your effort, our sisters are nagging? ”

The two of them, who usually don't have much to do with each other, have nothing to talk about, and besides, she and Sun are just nodding their heads, and Sun actually took the initiative to ask to talk, and Wen felt a little strange. Handing the basket to the three children and letting them go back slowly, she grabbed a handful of plums herself, and smiled and agreed, "Okay." ”

"My mother-in-law is not at home, and no one is in charge of it, but it's convenient." Sun said with a smile: "Those of us who are daughters-in-law have finally returned to our parents' house, and we have to report to our mother-in-law in advance, you are fine now." ”

Wen wasn't quite sure whether the other party was soliciting approval or insinuating that she was acting recklessly when her mother-in-law was not at home, but after thinking about it, she felt that the former might be more appropriate. Even if you can't get used to someone, you won't be stupid enough to stop someone and teach them a lesson.

"My mother-in-law treats our daughters-in-law very well, and she usually doesn't stick to her, but we went back recently when we were more idle." But what Wen said was relatively safe.

"They are all daughters-in-law, and we understand some things in our hearts." Sun waved his hand, embedded the hoe in the ground, walked to the shade on the ridge and sat down, patted the position next to him, and motioned for Wen to sit.

It's really not a little unfamiliar and polite, and the table is very familiar. Wen's eyebrows raised, and then he walked over and sat down with a smile.

Sun began to slowly cut to the topic, "I heard that your Li Qiang's lantern weaving skills are very good. ”

"Yes, he doesn't make a lot of money, that's all he can do. Planting some more land by himself, barely starving to death. Wen's words sound a little modest, but they are also true. If they are separated in this situation, the rest of the day will be the saddest. Isn't it difficult to make a living with a large number of people and a small labor force and no money?

"Look at what you said, how can you starve to death, you want to make a lot of money." Sun patted Wen's thigh, "Your blessing is still to come." ”

Wen was a little confused: "What are you talking about, why do I sound confused?" ”

"The whole Tunzi knows about it, and you're too much to hide it." Sun's book is serious.

"Sister Sun, what are you talking about?" Wen asked, could it be that in the two days since she returned to her parents' house, Li Qiang made a lot of money by weaving lanterns? There are ghosts, Li Qiang is not the first time to weave lanterns, why haven't I seen him get rich in the past?

"You really don't know?" Seeing that Wen's expression didn't seem to be fake, Sun also said sternly: "On the night of Qixi Festival, your five brothers and sisters sold six lanterns for more than a hundred taels of silver. She said you made it up for her. ”

"That's the case, but," Wen stood up suddenly, "what did you say, sold for a hundred taels?" ”

The small courtyard of the Li family has been unusually lively in the past two days. In the morning or afternoon, some daughters-in-law came to pull willow to do needlework together, or talk, trying to ask why willow's lanterns were sold at such a high price.

Yang Liu's facial muscles are cramping with laughter, what is the secret, but it is just a few unjust heads who will be slaughtered. People didn't believe what they said, but instead they talked about the gravel road and the water in the sun with wooden barrels.

Alas, who will save her?

The courtyard door was pushed open with a bang, and then bounced off the wall, and the courtyard was suddenly silent. (To be continued......)