Wei Zhao and his father Wei Fei went out, who doesn't envy him for raising a good son, a real pillar of the family!

Being looked at with envy, Wei Fei's perennial face also had a smile.

When he got home, at the dinner table in the evening, Wei Fei looked at Wei Zhao, it was rare to say a lot, and said in a relieved tone: "Wei Zhao, you can earn fifteen points a day now." ”

Wei Zhao does ten points of work alone, and counting the little work he helps Lin Lu do, he can earn a total of fifteen points a day. Fifteen centimeters is capped, and more people will have opinions.

Fifteen centimeters a day, Wei Fei was already very satisfied.

He himself is a laborer, and Wei Zhao's stepmother Zhang Limei is also a laborer, which is enough to raise three children.

Wei Zhao can earn so much work alone to support his family, and he and Zhang Limei can also be easier.

Zhang Limei, who was sitting next to Wei Fei, spoke, her thin eyebrows and eyes narrowed into slits, her attitude was warm, and her face was full of smiles, "Yes, I earn more work, I can change more food, and Xiaowei can eat more in the future." ”

Hearing Zhang Limei call his name, the eight or nine-year-old child gobbled up the rice in the bowl, his mouth was full, and he couldn't speak, "Yes!" I'm going to eat more! As he spoke, he reached for the dish on the table and stuffed it into his mouth.

Wei Wei, the child born to Wei Fei and Zhang Limei.

Wei Zhao's expression did not change, his eyebrows and eyes were cold, as if he hadn't heard anything, he ate the last bite of rice into his stomach, got up with the dishes and chopsticks, and left the table.

Wei Zhao's departure from the table made the atmosphere freeze.

Wei Fei's face instantly fell, his face straightened, and in the end he didn't say anything, bowing his head and eating.

The smile on Zhang Limei's face froze, a few hints of displeasure flashed in her squinted eyes, and after a few breaths, she barely maintained the expression on her face, as if she was fine, and reached out to grab a piece of food into Wei Wei's bowl.

Wei Zhao washed his dishes, the water flowing through his fingers, and the dark eyes under the moonlight were deep.

His relationship with the Wei family is not good, and he has no leisure to play the role of father and son filial piety with them, and the deep love of stepmother and stepson.

He didn't even want to pretend.

The sound of small footsteps came, and after a while, a small person squatted beside Wei Zhao, washing dishes like him.

Wei Zhao glanced down at him, and his tone was very light: "Full?" ”

The villain Wei Jin nodded like pounding garlic, "Brother, I'm full." ”

It was Wei Zhao's own brother who spoke.

The Wei family has a total of three children.

The eldest is Wei Yingzi, the daughter of stepmother Zhang Limei and her former husband, who lives in the Wei family with Zhang Limei's second marriage.

The remaining two are boys, one is Wei Jin, the younger brother of the same mother as Wei Zhao, and the other is Wei Wei, who was born after Zhang Limei married, and the two were born in the same year.

Wei Jin washed the dishes, looked at Wei Zhao with his little head held high, looked hesitant, his lips squirmed a few times, and finally he muttered: "Brother, will it be very hard for you to earn so many jobs?" Otherwise, don't work so hard, I'll eat less......"

"No, I don't. If you eat less, others will eat more, you fill your own stomach, don't take advantage of others. ”

Wei Zhao's voice was low and deep, and in this deep night, it seemed to be able to bring people a reliable sense of security, and people unconsciously let his words go.

Wei Jin was afraid that he had made his brother work too hard, so he settled down, and nodded sensibly, "Well, brother, don't work too hard." ”

Zhang Limei's unique and shrill voice came from the dinner table, "Eat more if you can, your brother can earn more work, and he will eat as much as he wants in the future." ”

Wei Zhao's thin lips hooked up an ironic arc.

His younger brother was only Wei Jin.

Zhang Limei wants to use the work he earns to let Wei Wei eat more?

What daydreaming about at night?

Except for his younger brother Wei Jin, Wei Zhao has an indifferent relationship with the other Wei family members, and he has no good face for Zhang Limei, a stepmother.

Before going to bed at night, Zhang Limei lay on the bed and couldn't fall asleep, thinking about Wei Zhao's cold face at the dinner table, and she couldn't feel sorry for herself.

She couldn't sleep, patted Wei Fei, her brows furrowed tightly, and her tone was not very good, and said, "The child's father, you said that Wei Zhao, this kid earns so much work, will his heart also follow the wild?" You also saw it, when I mentioned it tonight, he had a cold face, he was an elder brother, what happened to the work he earned to support his younger brother? And Wei'er is still growing her body, and she can grow strong by eating more, if Wei Zhao's work can't fall into our hands, what will we eat in the future? ”

As soon as Wei Fei heard her say this, he became impatient in his heart, turned his head, and didn't say anything.

has been like this all these years, Zhang Limei is worried about what Wei Zhao has in his hand, and has said similar things countless times, he is not stupid or deaf, and Wei Fei, as the head of the family, does not want to care.

Wei Fei's silence, Zhang Limei is also used to it, she is alone there tirelessly chattering, complaining about Wei Zhao's ignorance and ambition, and expressing all her dislike and dissatisfaction with Wei Zhao in her heart.

Wei Fei was impatient with her reading, and said in a muffled voice, "Don't say it, if you don't sleep at night, I will still sleep!" ”

"I said so much, you don't educate your good son, but come to me in the end!" Zhang Limei complained dissatisfied, but her voice was much quieter, and she didn't dare to refute what the men in the family said.

Zhang Limei rolled over, her eyes rolled, "No, Wei Zhao, don't think that you can earn so much work, you feel that your wings are hard and you can fly!" I'll take his share of work in my hands and see where he can go! ”

Wei Fei rolled up the quilt and slept directly.

The Wei family's house is not big, there are three rooms in total, the main house lives Wei Fei and Zhang Limei, the second house lives Wei Yingzi and Wei Wei, and the farthest and smallest room from the main house is Wei Zhao and Wei Jin.

Zhang Limei's voice was faintly heard at night, and she couldn't hear it clearly, but her shrill voice sounded a little terrifying.

Wei Jin just washed his hair, was wiping the water on his head, and muttered a few words: "What bad idea is this old pious woman fighting?" ”

When Wei Zhao heard Wei Jin say this disrespectful title, he didn't lift his eyelids.

As a stepmother, Zhang Limei's actions are indeed worthy of the title of old pious woman.

Wei Zhao's expression was dark, his eyes were vague, as for what bad idea Zhang Limei wanted to fight......

The dim kerosene lamp in the room flickered a few times.

In March, there was a lot of spring rain, and it was drizzling and drizzling.

The people working in the fields either wore hats and robes and continued to work, or, like Lin Lu and the others, sheltered from the rain under the trees and waited for the rain to pass.

The rain was free, and people gathered together to talk, and Zhang's family, Li Jiaxiao.

Zhang Limei's eyes swept straight at Lin Lu.

She knew that there was a young and beautiful female intellectual, but she had never seen it.

Looking at it now, it's really beautiful.

In a group of people, Lin Lu stood there, and it was enough to attract people's eyes without speaking.

She relied on her identity as Wei Zhao's stepmother, and she was not rash, she walked directly to Lin Lu in two or three steps, grabbed her hand, and said with a salivating face, "Lin Zhiqing, you are really as beautiful as others say, handsome and beautiful, you are the best looking in this group of young girls." ”

Lin Lu was startled by Zhang Limei, who suddenly appeared, she wanted to break free of Zhang Limei's hand, but Zhang Limei's hands were rough, and she was a perennial worker, and her hand was strong.