That day, Hu Huilan came home from hoeing grass in the field, picked up her legs and entered the door, and from a distance, she was curious when she saw the hot water vapor bubbling in the kitchen.

"Weiyang, Weiyang, what are you doing?" Hu Huilan shouted as she hurried to the kitchen.

In the kitchen, when Hu Huilan guessed that Weiyang was cooking, she became excited, and thought anxiously that I Weiyang had really grown up, sensible, and knew how to cook.

Hu Huilan's excited mood couldn't help herself for a while, so she opened her mouth and praised Weiyang loudly:

"Oh! Oh my God! Are you cooking? ”

"Oh! My baby is not a sheep! When will you be able to cook? ”

"Oh! My baby sheep, you're terrible......"

In this way, Hu Huilan stood far behind Weiyang and boasted violently. Immediately, he stood quietly and watched what Weiyang would do next, because at this time, Weiyang was still busy making fire with a fire stick.

Weiyang did not notice that his mother had returned.

However, he also knew that his mother would be back soon.

Seeing that the soup in the pot was about to overflow, Weiyang put the fire stick in again and shook it, and the fire became smaller.

As soon as Hu Huilan saw Weiyang's petite body, and the appearance when she bent down to make the fire, she was so well-behaved, like a little adult, she wanted to quickly step forward and kiss her fiercely.

However, when she could vaguely see through the water vapor that the pot was full, she hesitated.

At this time, her heart was complicated: on the one hand, she felt that Weiyang was conscious, and she was very happy when she knew that she was cooking and sensible.

But on the other hand, when did she think that a full pot of rice would be able to be eaten, and besides, how much flour would not be wasted when she cooked so many meals at once?

After Hu Huilan thought of this, she really didn't know whether she should be happy or angry for a while.

However, when she thought of the latter, she was still angry, and even, at this time, in her heart, she was far more angry than happy.

Because Hu Huilan has always been a very frugal person, her thrift is well-known in Weijia Village.

For example, the little red coat she wears now has been worn since she got married in 1988, and she still wears it, although it has been sewn and mended many times, although the color has changed to a faint light red.

For example, the grate she is using now has been used for seven or eight years, and it has not been replaced yet.

For example, she can eat a bag of 40 catties of flour for a year, as if she accurately measured every meal every day.

Hu Huilan came from the famine years when she was a child, when a grain of rice fell to the ground, she had to pick it up and carefully put it in her mouth to eat, she did not allow leftovers in the bowl, and her father and mother's generation had gnawed tree bark and eaten grass roots, so they knew how to cherish food.

Hu Huilan does not allow her family to waste and waste, she thinks that if she wastes and wastes food, she will be beaten by God, God has eyes, and if he sees anyone who wastes and wastes food, he will send that person to starve in the famine years.

Hu Huilan looked at the scene in front of her, and the joy in her heart gradually disappeared, and she became angry.

And when she saw the flour bag squatting on the table, she suddenly gasped, because most of the bags of flour had sunk more than a finger at once.

Hu Huilan felt that this was simply a crime in an instant, and knew that it was not done by the sheep, so she strode forward and slapped him on the back of the flat head.

Weiyang was defenseless, and was beaten by his mother and fell into the firewood.

At first, Weiyang did not cry, but, as if frightened, he held his head and stood up from the pyre.

It wasn't until he turned his head sharply and saw that it was his mother who had beaten him that he began to cry.

Hu Huilan followed with a scolding:

"Say, how much flour have you wasted?"

Weiyang instantly raised his voice to the highest.

“...... The noodles in the bag are gone, are you going to drink the northwest wind? ”

"Whoa......"

"Look, God is coming to arrest you......"

The grumpy Hu Huilan cursed Weiyang viciously while running to find the fire stick.

Weiyang knew that Hu Huilan was going to find a fire stick to beat him, but she stood still and didn't run.

Hu Huilan was angry, picked up the fire stick, and hit the crotch of Weiyang again.

Weiyang put down his hand from his head in pain, covered his leg, and screamed like a pig in a 'whoosh'.

Hu Huilan ignored him, and continued to hammer a few more times, and the fire stick almost touched Weiyang's fingers. If it touches Weiyang's finger, his hand will be broken.

In this way, Hu Huilan was beaten many times in a row, and finally lost a little breath, and she also knew how painful it was for the thin fire stick to hammer onto the fine flesh.

But what made Hu Huilan feel heartbroken was that the last few times she hammered Weiyang, Weiyang gritted her teeth like a soldier who endured the pain and didn't cry again. His forehead and neck were bruised, his eyes were bloodshot, and his neck was long like a chicken string. Moreover, his eyes were staring at her viciously, standing in a posture that allowed her to be beaten.

Finally, Hu Huilan's heart softened, she dropped the fire stick, and hurriedly stepped forward to comfort Weiyang as usual, but Weiyang lifted her away; When Hu Huilan went to hug Weiyang again, Weiyang had already run away.

The sheep ran out of the yard like a mad calf.

Hu Huilan didn't react for a while, she was still thinking in her mind: how pitiful Weiyang is, Weiyang is just cooking for the first time, Weiyang is still young, and Weiyang is not wrong......

...... Thinking about it, I felt deep remorse.