"You unfilial son, eat things outside the inside......"

Widow Liu was still scolding with tears and snot.

"Mother, in order to provide you with education, save money and frugality, spinning and weaving are almost blind......"

"What do you see? Carrying me behind my back, he stole the charcoal at home and went out to give it away! ”

"Are you worthy of me? Where is your conscience? ”

"Tell me, who did you give it to? Isn't that the fat girl? Widow Liu asked.

Mu Zichuan's body shook slightly, and finally came back to his senses.

"Yes."

He frowned and said in a deep voice.

Widow Liu was stunned, and then sat on the ground, slapping the soil and crying until her liver and intestines were broken.

"I'll drop a day, I'll drop a ground, what kind of ** soup did that dead girl pour you......"

"Look at the good things you did, the hot face sticks to the cold ass~"

"People are not rare about your charcoal, your kindness has been fed to the dog~"

……

Mu Zichuan didn't know when the farce inside and outside the courtyard would end.

He was in a trance, like a shell with a soul hollowed out.

Let his feet take him back to the Westinghouse, where he sat behind his desk.

The boy's eyes stared blankly at the beam, his thin fingers clenched into fists......

What the hell is going on?

Why was the charcoal sent back?

Did Qing'er send the charcoal away? Or is there something else going on?

Mu Zichuan pondered this matter over and over again.

He pulled up and ran towards the door.

He can't be alone here, he has to go to Qing'er and ask for clarification!

As soon as he rushed out of the West House, he found that his mother was blocking the door of the hall with her hair in her hair.

"Where are you going? Are you looking for a dead fat girl? ”

Widow Liu asked.

Mu Zichuan nodded: "I have to ask about this matter, I don't believe that Qing'er is the kind of person who goes back on her word!" ”

"Whew!"

Widow Liu spat the ground.

The woman's eyes were scarlet and she sneered: "Sensei went to ask, don't you think this humiliation is not enough?" ”

"Mother, you let me ask, if you don't ask for a reason, I won......'t give up."

"Whatever the reason, this charcoal has been sent back." Widow Liu said.

"If the dead fat girl cares about what you give, she has to take care of it in her heart and guts."

"If she is sent back, it means that she doesn't care."

"People are hard to dismantle, since they don't care anymore, what else do you want to ask?"

"You can see this fact clearly, in the future, don't be stupid again!"

Mu Zichuan froze in place.

The last words of my mother swirled in my head.

Yes, he has always had illusions, and he has been hiding his ears and stealing bells to deceive himself.

Regardless of the reason, it was the charcoal he sent that was sent out.

It is not the fruit charcoal sent by Luo Fengtang.

That's enough to say it all.

That's it, that's it.

"Mother, it's my son's fault, my son won't make trouble, so I'll go back to the house to read the book."

Mu Zichuan's whole person was like a deflated ball, and his spirit instantly withered.

With that, he turned around and shuffled back to the Westinghouse with heavy steps.

Behind her, Widow Liu looked at her son's lonely back, and the woman's heart was like a knife.

But he was still ruthless, and turned around and plugged in the deadbolt of the hall.

I sat back on the loom, weaving and keeping an eye on the Westhouse opposite......

……

"Ah sneeze~"

Yang Ruoqing, who was learning to do needlework with Sun, couldn't help but sneeze loudly.

"Oh, which of the eight lambs is cursing me behind my back?"

She wiped her nose and muttered.

Sun on the side smiled.

"Where is being talked about, I'm afraid it's cold. Quick, put your feet in the bucket. ”

Sun commanded.

Yang Ruoqing nodded, took off her shoes, and put her feet in the big warm bucket.

"It's still spacious, mother, you can also put your feet in." Yang Ruoqing said.

Sun smiled in response and shoved his foot in.

a coat of Yang Huazhong and covered the three children and her own legs.

On such a winter afternoon, the north wind is howling outside.

The family snuggled up in the bucket, doing needlework and gossiping.

It's as if time is passing very slowly......

It was dark early, and it was a bit difficult to thread the needle.

Yang Ruoqing found that the twilight outside the window was gradually covered.

"Mother, it's time for us to have dinner, we have to make tofu tonight."

Yang Ruoqing proposed.

Sun put down his work and got out of the bucket.

"I'll get dinner at night, and you can accompany your younger brothers to bake the fire."

……

At night, the family was busy making tofu, and the small stove room was in full swing.

In the front yard, in Liu's house.

got twenty-five yuan, Liu and Yang Huaming were overjoyed.

Yang Huaming made two taels of wine at the grocery store in the village and bought a bag of peanuts and a bag of melon seeds.

Closing the door of the house, Yang Huaming drank wine and ate peanuts, humming a little tune, and was very comfortable.

In the small cradle on the side, the third girl who had just completed the moon was humming and chirping.

Yang Huaming is also too lazy to bird.

Liu sent the two daughters to the opposite room to sleep, and then returned to this house with foot-washing water to serve Yang Huaming to wash his feet.

As soon as I entered the door, I heard the three girls in the cradle crying.

"Sanya is crying, why don't you shake it a few times?"

Liu put down the wooden basin in his hand and hurried towards the cradle.

Shake, coax.

Here, Yang Huaming sneered.

"Dead girl, losing money, Lao Tzu doesn't blame her for hindering Lao Tzu's interest in drinking!"

Hearing this, Liu turned his head and glared at Yang Huaming.

"Is this what a father should say? Sanya said, it's also your daughter! ”

Yang Huaming looked disapproving.

"The girl has a litter, and she is also raised by others, so it's boring!" He said.

Liu stopped gnawing.

finally put the three girls to sleep, and she came over again to wash Yang Huaming's feet.

Squatting in front of him, washing with his head buried.

While sighing.

"The three girls landed in less than a month, this child is thin and small, and he is less than six pounds when he is full moon."

"I'm really worried that I won't be able to feed ~"

Yang Huaming was drinking a little wine there, ignoring Liu's words.

It is best to feed the poor, save food.

Liu continued: "It's all to blame on the eldest brother, he died ruthlessly, he pushed me to the ground and didn't help me, and almost killed two corpses!" ”

mentioned this stubble, Yang Huaming accosted.

"Don't worry, I keep this account in mind. Sooner or later, I'll report it back! ”

Hearing the man's words, Liu was relieved.

"Just remember!"

After washing my feet here, I splashed the washing water.

Yang Huaming's wine over there was almost drunk.

After two taels of soju, Yang Huaming's whole body became hot.

Men in their twenties and less than thirty are in the prime of life.

In addition, there is little farm work in this winter, so I eat and sleep every day, and when I wake up, I will hang the horse.

There is nowhere to vent the energy of the body.

I saw that Liu had taken off his coat and was wearing a close-fitting autumn coat and pouting his butt and laying the quilt.

Yang Huaming narrowed his eyes.

In the dim light of the room, the woman with the full moon was much plump.

The waist is thick, and the buttocks are big and round.

Especially the pair on her chest, filled with milk.

It's no longer the same horse Pingchuan as before, and this time it's like it's inflated.

With the movement of the woman laying the quilt, it staggered.

stimulated Yang Huaming's sight.

Something below him, too, held up.

The man pounced, grabbed the woman from behind, and pressed her against the bed......

Liu turned over and hooked Yang Huaming's neck with both hands.

The woman panted and said, "Do you think you are so competitive?" At that time, I begged you to touch it, but I didn't touch it. ”

"What? I can't help but want to touch it? ”