In the countryside, whoever can argue will draw a knife, which is also too scary.

So Leng Buding came to this for a while, so that there was really no movement around, and they stared at each other and didn't dare to move.

Uncle Song looked at Song Fusheng in astonishment, as if he didn't know this nephew.

And his eldest son Song Fulu, who was pushed by Song Fusheng just now and stumbled and almost didn't fall, in a hurry, he grabbed the arm of the person in front of him before he stood still, and now he is still holding the man's arm and not letting go, as if he didn't react.

Even Song Fushou, who scolded Song Fusheng in his heart for being the head of the desperate account, who usually owes his mouth, glanced at the bright machete, swallowed the provocative words on his lips, glanced at it again, and swallowed it again.

Only Ma Shi moved, she was crying.

And this crying is different from the howling and crying when her husband just didn't have it and felt that the sky was falling; is different from her family, from her son to her youngest grandson, who was bullied by the villagers, she came to the door and rolled around and cried;

Not to mention that the foundation was forcibly occupied in the past, she scolded while jumping to her feet, beating gongs and drums and crying all over the village to inform her that this widow had been bullied.

At this time, she was covering her eyes and sobbing quietly, her body twisting slightly, and she didn't even want anyone to see her cry.

Ma was very emotional, remembering that he usually persuaded her when San'er came back, she had to get along with the people in the village, suffer a little loss, and get close to the uncle's family, grandfather and father were gone, and the uncle was the biggest elder, and he had to do his filial piety, otherwise he would hinder his reputation and affect his future.

She always felt that something was pressing on her.

And now, just now, after San'er said that she was willing to coax her, was willing to get used to her mother, and her mother would not dislike her mother no matter what she did, her tone was completely smooth, and she felt that her body was relaxed all of a sudden.

Ma wiped away her tears, these tears can't be wiped away, she burst into tears and thought with a smile, the old man has never said such hot words, San'er, she didn't study in vain, at the critical moment, it is not the same to be educated.

"Let's go, San'er, give the machete to my mother, that cow, my mother won't mention it in the future, I really don't want it, I don't want it!" The last two sentences simply shouted at the sister-in-law.

She thought about it, about the cow, if she does what she says, her son can do it for her, and she can't let her son really go to her uncle's house and kill it, and it will be bad for San'er's reputation to spread it, that is to pit her own baby.

Even the sentence she used to scold in the past, "The heart is black and the sky thunders sooner or later", she swallowed it, afraid that the contradiction would expand, and San'er really rushed forward.

Then he snatched the machete, sucked down the snot that he had just cried out, grabbed Song Fusheng's arm and took it home: "Go home, I haven't eaten hot food for a day, so my mother will go back to Zhang Luo, and it just so happens that I haven't eaten at home." ”

"Why didn't you eat it?"

"Isn't this a robbery?"

Song Fusheng borrowed the slope to get off the donkey, talked to her mother, and walked home with her mother's strength.

In fact, he didn't want to show his sword in front of him, but one by one was too annoying and endless.

He was still in a hurry to go home to take a look, thinking about his stupid daughter-in-law and stupid daughter-in-law, a yard of people, no one knew him, how to talk and talk clearly, only a quick battle, how could he have time to fight and kill cattle.

The two of them went back in the direction of home, and when they were a little farther away, the conversation began.

First whispered, did Song Fusheng rush to a ghost or god, he was not such a character before, like a different person.

Some people pouted in the direction of the eldest aunt, and said to the people around them, is that really face-saving? Not as good as she says on the outside?

You must know that Song Tongsheng is a person who can read and break words, which is different from our people who don't know big characters.

A filial person who buys things for his uncle's family every time he comes home, can force such a polite person to use a knife, if you want to say that there is nothing wrong here, who will believe it.

Someone immediately echoed and said yes, the first few years of servitude, that is, the silver that Song Tong gave birth to, and Song Fushou who helped his uncle's family to be exempted from conscription, how many young people walked in our village at that time, without Song Tongsheng, he Song Fushou also had to go, and it was not certain whether he had a life to return, which was very interesting to his uncle's family.

These words can be regarded as completely justifying Song Fusheng's name, that is, he attaches great importance to love and righteousness, and there is definitely a reason for pulling out a knife.

What is the reason for that, everyone seems to have suddenly understood, and they feel that they have been deceived before.

So the eldest aunt had just finished arranging for the old man to enter the house, afraid that the more she stayed outside, the more faceless she would become, and called out to her youngest daughter Cuilan alone, and muttered a few words, meaning to go to your aunt's side and listen to why your cousin came back.

After arranging this, she turned around and came back to find that everyone was looking at her wrongly.

The eldest aunt smiled, pretended not to understand, and said to herself:

"You said that Fusheng, this kid, is in his thirties, and he can be so magnificent, and the fat girl will get married in two years, so everyone will see the jokes.

He should be out of trouble, stupid to figure it out, the county is such a good place to stay, live in the father-in-law's house, his teaching livelihood is also found by the father-in-law, and the money he earns has to be handed over to my nephew and daughter-in-law.

Alas, it's really not easy, just Fulu's father came into the house and told me, saying that the child, my nephew, is not comfortable outside, and when I come back, I love to get angry with the people closest to me. ”

After speaking, he glanced at everyone again, and suddenly slapped his face and said, "Look at me, I just care about breaking my mouth, but I don't want to say anything." I'm tired of working these days, and I didn't eat the tofu in the morning, and I was going to make up for the work of these few mouthfuls at home tomorrow, but I can't keep it, the Fusheng family is here, I have to bring it to my younger siblings, let the three nephews eat, and he loves to eat my ground tofu. ”

These words made the villagers who had been talking a lot just now begin to shake again, but before they could think about it carefully, someone shouted that Li Zheng was coming.

Li Zheng of Dajing Village is surnamed Song, not only Li Zheng is also the patriarch, it can be said that he is very good at speaking in this acre and three points, but he is reluctant to abdicate when he is old and doesn't care about anything.

"It's dark, don't go back and stare at it, what are you talking about here."

Song Lizheng was holding a stick in one hand and his eldest grandson in the other, leaving such a sentence when he passed by, and didn't ask what he was doing just now, as if he hadn't heard anything, he went straight to Song Fusheng's house slowly.

……

If it is said that Song Fusheng showed his knife when he saw his family for the first time, which belongs to the domineering side leakage type, then Qian Peiying and Song Fuling, who met his old family for the first time, belong to the submissive type.

Song Fuling entered the yard of her grandmother's house and found that everyone was not staying in the house, only burning a small fire in the yard.

Children, both big and small, men and women are working, rubbing twine, collecting hay, chopping vegetables, etc., and the women are washing clothes and cleaning the yard by the light of the fire.

And not far from the fire, there was a low table with dishes and chopsticks on the table, and it looked like he hadn't eaten.

They were surprised to see the mule cart entering the courtyard, and when they saw Qian Peiying and Song Fuling, one was counted as the other.

A girl who looked to be twelve or thirteen years old immediately greeted and called: "Third aunt," and grabbed Song Fuling's hand and said enthusiastically: "Fat girl, why are you back?" ”

Song Fuling looked back at her, and her first feeling was: This girl is too miserable.

The face is shuttled, the skin is very dark, the malnourished complexion, and as soon as I shake her hand, I feel it, I am only a teenager, and my bones are thick and my hands are very rough.

And Qian Peiying's side was surrounded by people, the adults called her brother and sister, and one of the seven or eight-year-old boys also squeezed in, standing beside her to call the third aunt to flow first.

She knew that the smell of tea and eggs on this body was rare for children.