Huang Tao Zhang Xiaohu arrived with two children, and the yard was even more lively. A group of people went to Uncle Huang's house first, talked with Grandma Huang for a long time, and then went to the second uncle and fourth uncle's house.

Fifteen-year-old pineapple has grown into a beautiful girl, and when she saw the soybeans coming, she was happy and shy, and secretly pulled the soybeans and whispered for a long time.

It wasn't until Huang Delei came over and asked them to go back to dinner that Huang Li let go and kept telling Huang Dou that he would go to play with her in the afternoon.

Huang Sanniang not only killed the chicken, but also stewed the goose, pork, fish, and a big table.

The family put two tables together and had a reunion dinner.

On the way back, Zhao Dashan looked at Huang Dou and asked, "Mother-in-law seems to be in a good mood today." ”

"Isn't it usually good?" Huang Dou glanced at Zhao Dashan.

"It's usually good, but today is especially good, maybe I haven't seen you for a long time." Zhao Dashan said.

"I bought her a bracelet." Huang Dou looked at Zhao Dashan with a smile: "Then I told her that the one I bought for my mother-in-law was not as heavy as hers." ”

"You." Zhao Dashan couldn't help laughing: "You, this is too ......" After thinking for a long time, I couldn't remember what words to use to describe it, so I could only spread my hands.

The two gold bracelets were bought by Zhao Dashan and Soybeans together, the weight and price are the same, the only difference is that the patterns are slightly different. I didn't expect the soybeans to take it back and fool my own mother, but it seems that my mother-in-law really eats this set, and the smiling faces in and out this day are much brighter than usual.

"Let's go to Zhaozhuang tomorrow to see grandma." Huang Dou took Zhao Dashan's arm and whispered, "By the way, go and see Brother Hang'er, I don't know if he has grown up a little." ”

Turning her head to look at the soybeans, Zhao Dashan asked her, "Then have you made clothes for Brother Hang?" ”

"It's done, two sets of spring shirts, two sets of summer shirts, and two pairs of shoes and socks, I made them all according to the boy, it should be no problem."

"Well, then go and see, if you think the child is not doing well, we will take it back and raise it."

Huang Dou raised his head and looked at Zhao Dashan with sparkling eyes: "Are you willing?" ”

"Fool." Zhao Dashan pinched the soybean's nose: "Why don't I want to, he is also a child of our Zhao family, and a child of the eagle." When the time comes, it depends on the situation, and I am afraid that the second aunt will open her mouth. ”

Seeing that he was about to walk to the door, Soybean's steps became slower and slower: "I'm afraid of my mother's ......"

"Mother, where is it okay, I really have to hug me when the time comes, I'll say. Let's not mention it now, let's go over tomorrow and see if the child is doing well. ”

"Okay." Huang Dou felt that what Zhao Dashan said was reasonable. Maybe the child is doing well with his grandmother, but he is always biological.

At dinner in the evening, Zhao Dashan mentioned going to Zhaozhuang to see his grandmother. Aunt Zhao didn't speak, and it was normal for Dashan to come back to see grandma. As for her and Zhao Dachuan's family, they will not go, wait for Qingming to be clear, and wait for Qingming to go to Zhao Qin's grave.

In Zhaozhuang's place, as well as the pair of brothers and daughters-in-law, it is good for Aunt Zhao to take a look at it less.

Early the next morning, Zhao Dashan drove the soybeans to the direction of Zhaozhuang. The car was just purchased by the family last year, and usually Dachuan always needs to use it when he goes to the field, so he bought a big car.

In February, only the green of the fields can be seen, there are wheat seedlings and rapeseed, and most of the ridges and wilderness are still wild grass and newly sprouted trees.

Before Zhao Dashan's car entered the village, he saw a group of children playing on the small river beach outside the village. A few large ones ran into the wild grass to look for wild duck eggs. A few small ones, standing on the dry riverbed pouting their butts and picking things up.

Huang Dou got up and patted Zhao Dashan's shoulder: "Stop, let's go down and have a look." ”

Before he could get over, he saw two smaller ones fighting over something, and one boy who was slightly taller pushed the other one to a big heel.

The little one got up and grabbed it while crying, and immediately ran to a bigger six or seven-year-old child to help, pushed the little boy who fell down again, and scolded in his mouth: "You are a dead star, your dead father has no mother's things, get away." ”

The boy who was pushed down for the second time rushed up like a little tiger and shouted, "Mine, mine." ”

The children next to him, big and small, were indifferent and played their own games.

Before he could get closer, the younger child was pushed down three more times. The six- or seven-year-old also kicked and pulled his younger brother and was ready to leave. Unexpectedly, the youngest got up again and rushed over fearlessly.

At this time, Huang Dou and Zhao Dashan had already approached and could see the children's general faces clearly.

Seeing that the youngest was about to be beaten again, Huang Dou hurriedly shouted: "What are you doing? ”

Seeing the adult, the six- or seven-year-old child pulled his younger brother, stopped indignantly, and looked at the visitor: "He robbed my brother of things." ”

"Mine, I'll pick it up." The youngest child said as he wiped tears from his eyes.

Seeing Huang Dou and them coming, an eight or nine-year-old boy next to him hurriedly ran over and shouted, "Third aunt, why are you here, I'll go and tell grandpa and grandma to go." ”

After saying that, he wanted to run, but remembered that his younger brothers were still there, so he hurriedly pushed the youngest child: "Brother Hang, don't cry, cry every day, don't you bother." ”

The child who called Aunt Huang Dou was Zhao Ziyuan, the son of Zhao Dapeng's family, and Huang Dou came several times last summer, and every time he brought delicious food and fun to impress these children.

"Ziyuan, why don't you help your younger brother when other friends bully your brother?" Huang Dou squatted down and took out a handkerchief to wipe the tears of the youngest child who was crying: "Brother Hang'er doesn't cry, you tell the third aunt, what did they rob you?" ”

"Snails." Brother Hang pointed to the empty shell of a snail in the hand of the little boy opposite.

"It's not that I don't help him, third aunt, he's a crybaby." Zhao Ziyuan said disdainfully.

"Did you pick it up first or did Brother Hang pick it up?" Soybean turned to the two children opposite.

My brother picked it up first, and the six or seven-year-old boy with his snot dragging his nose said loudly.

"I didn't ask you, I asked your brother." Soybean's face sank.

"You say." The six- or seven-year-old boy pounded his younger brother: "Who picked it up?" ”

"He picked it up, I wanted it, but he didn't give it." The four- and five-year-old boy held the snail and did not let go.

Hearing this, Huang Dou frowned unhappily: "If you don't give it to you, will you rob it?" He's younger than you. ”

"My mother said that he was a mourning star, his father was dead and his mother was gone, and we were not allowed to play with him." The boy of six or seven shouted loudly.

"Is that why you robbed him?" Zhao Dashan couldn't help but ask.

"He doesn't deserve it, Second Grandma Zhao said so......" The six- or seven-year-old boy shouted.

"Nonsense. How could Second Grandma Zhao say such a thing, I am sure you are lying. Huang Dou said deliberately.

"Second Grandma Zhao said so, saying that he is not worthy of eating delicious food and wearing good clothes. The clothes made for him by his third mother last year were all left by his grandmother for his younger brother, and Zhao Er's grandmother said so. ”

"Give the snails to my brother, and the third aunt will give you delicious food, this is my brother's, you can't grab it." As he spoke, Soybean stretched out his hand. The boy on the opposite side looked at his brother and then at the snail in his hand, and slowly put it in the palm of the soybean.