"Qiao'er, you say it yourself, do you want to follow your mother or follow your father."

When Su Qiao was just conscious, there was such a sentence in his ears.

The voice was a little tired, but it seemed to contain irrepressible anger.

Looking up, she quickly looked around and found that she was in a dilapidated hall at the moment.

On the dusty adobe wall hung an old red calendar that had been torn in half.

On the side, a colorful wall calendar of Grandpa Mao is very new, bright and bright, and should be wiped often.

Directly in front of the hall there is a small table for ancestral tablets, and a few small wooden stools scattered around the side that are almost unrecognizable.

In the not very spacious hall, there were five people at this time.

To her right, two women stood.

The old one was the one who spoke out just now, about sixty years old, and his short hair was almost gray.

The younger, about forty years old, looked very haggard, and his eyes were swollen like nucleus, and he should have cried very sadly.

Judging by the 'formation', these two should be her relatives.

On the other side, an old woman of about sixty was glaring at her viciously, and the middle-aged man who was connected to her looked cringe.

In addition, there are also a bunch of villagers who are obviously watching the excitement at the door, some old and some young.

It seems that this time he has devoted himself to a family with poor conditions.

And as soon as he came, his family did it with others.

He glanced down at his white-washed khaki canvas coat and the small bamboo stool creaking under his buttocks.

Su Qiao was silent.

Well, both the calendar on the wall and the clothes told her very well that she had come to the eighties.

[Host, you better quickly sort out your memory, otherwise you won't be able to deal with it.] 】

[Hmm.] 】

Su Qiao looked at the two groups of people in front of him who were obviously arguing, and hung his head again helplessly.

Mrs. Su glared viciously at her granddaughter Su Qiao, who was sitting there and couldn't beat a fart with three punches, and her face was also full of anger:

"What do you mean by letting her say it herself? She is a girl who doesn't understand anything, does she have a share of the decision? ”

"A money-losing goods, every day he knows that he is cheating and slippery and doesn't work, he only knows how to eat, he only knows how to reach out for money, and he wants to go to college, our Su family can't afford to raise such a delicate lady."

As soon as Mrs. Liu heard this, she was so angry that she pointed at her nose and scolded:

"Mrs. Su, you conscienceless old beggar, are you blind or pretending to be stupid?

Who in this village doesn't know that I, Qiao'er, has been well-behaved and delicate since I was a child, and I am also quick to work?

What good things did your Su family give her?

I was reluctant to boil two eggs for her birthday, I was reluctant to make her a new dress for the New Year, and the money for school was saved for her by the old man when he was alive.

What kind of life have their mother and daughter lived in your Su family over the years, do you think I don't know? Do you think that the people in the village are blind and can't see? ”

The more Mrs. Liu spoke, the more angry she became, her face was full of anger, and she couldn't wait to step forward directly and slap Mrs. Su with a few big-eared melon seeds.

"You dead old woman, day by day, you treat my daughter and my granddaughter as servants, do you think you are the eldest lady of the landlord's family in the past, and a lot of servants and girls around you serve you.

Shameless old thing, the reason why I endured it in the past was for my daughter's sake, I was afraid that she would have a more difficult time in your Su family, and now she is leaving, do you think my mother will put up with you? ”

Mrs. Su crossed her bucket waist, and she was also not to be outdone: "You spew blood!" ”

"When did I call them as servants? They eat my Su family, use my Su family, can't they do some work? ”