The inside has already bottomed out, and there is less than a handful of rice left, and there is still a little mildew on the rice grains, so I am afraid that the mice will dislike it when they see it.

I didn't eat it.

She closed the lid of the rice bowl and planned to dig up wild vegetables. But after going around the house, I found that there was not even a hoe for digging wild vegetables at home.

Early this morning, Lao Xiao and his wife went up the mountain to work with the Erfang family, and took away the few farm tools at home, none of which were left for her, so she couldn't dig them by hand.

After a moment of distress, she thought that she could borrow it from a neighbor.

The neighbor of Lao Xiao's family is a widow named Yang Ronghua with a seven-year-old son.

Three years ago, Yang Ronghua's husband Zheng Dasong died in an accident when he went up the mountain to hunt, leaving orphans and widows to guard a thin field of less than one acre. She is lonely, but she is kind, and it should not be difficult to borrow from her.

"Bad woman, what are you doing at my house!" As soon as he stepped into the courtyard of the Yang family, an angry child's voice came from in front of him. It is Satoko, the son of Yang Ronghua.

"Congzi, I'm ......"

"Don't come here!" Before Yun Jinshu finished speaking, he was interrupted by Congzi.

Satoko looked guarded, holding a slingshot in his hand, and aimed it at her tightly.

The original reputation in the village is really bad. She was thinking about Jiang Wenyuan in her heart, and always wanted to think that one day she could let Jiang Wenyuan know the truth and go back to be Mrs. Jiang, so she always looked down on the people in the village, and often acted misbelievably in the village, offending all the neighbors.

Just a while ago, she went to grab Congzi's roasted sparrows and feed them to the dogs, Congzi wanted to go to Xiao Xiao to complain, she also beat Congzi, Congzi didn't hold a grudge against her, it's strange.

Yun Jinshu sighed, she knew that the original owner had left a mess, but she didn't expect the mess to be bigger than she imagined.

"Congzi, don't get me wrong, I'm ......"

"What are you trying to rob me again? Or do you want to bully my mother? I'm telling you! Although my father is gone, our family also has a man like me, you don't want to bully my mother! You go! Satoko interrupted her again, grabbed the broom from the yard and hit her side, with a slightly frightened expression on her face.

Yun Jinshu was about to explain to him when Congzi suddenly stumbled and fell in front of her with a "bang".

She reflexively crouched down, helped the child up, helped him clean the dust off his body, and looked up to see his frightened and surprised expression.

"Be careful when you walk, does it hurt anywhere?" She asked gently.

Satoko looked like a ghost, and was stunned and couldn't answer.

"Satoko, what's wrong?" At this time, Yang Ronghua came out of the house, still holding an embroidery plate in her hand, and when she saw that it was her, her eyebrows furrowed, and her face was disgusted.

Congzi pushed Yun Jinshu away and ran away, went back and hid behind Yang Ronghua.

In the end, he is still a child, and he just said that he wanted to protect his mother, but now he is afraid to hide behind his own mother.

"Yun Clan, are you bullying my family Satoko again? He's just a kid, where the hell did he offend you. Yang Ronghua asked.

Yun Jinshu smiled bitterly, looking at the posture, she couldn't borrow farm tools today. After all, she just beat someone's son a few days ago, and now she comes to borrow something, so it's strange that people will borrow it.

Thinking of this, Yun Jinshu had no choice but to give up, and she glanced down at Congzi.

"Congzi, I'll give you back your sparrow, I'm really sorry, I apologize to you for the last time I beat you."

After saying that, he didn't mention borrowing anything, turned around and left.

Yang Ronghua was puzzled, and she looked down at her son.

"Congzi, what is that shrew here for? Coming to hit you again? ”