Song Shi snorted coldly, he wanted to see the jokes of labor and management, and he didn't want to look at the pile of gossip on himself.

Take care of your father's leg first.

How good it is to take your grandson at home, what are you doing when you go to Widow Li's house, is it possible to expect her to give birth to a son for you, how crooked you have to think.

Isn't it good to be alive.

Not looking for death.

He's a fool.

I grabbed a dog's tail and walked home.

Crossing a small road, the courtyard of the Song family is in front.

Very ordinary farm yard.

Surrounded by tree branches, there is a courtyard wall, surrounded by a mud-tiled house.

There was no one in the courtyard at this time.

It's all on the dinner table.

When Song Shi walked in, they were almost finished eating, and a square table was full, and he looked at the table and wanted to sigh.

The porridge is so scarce...

The bread slitted its throat just by looking at it.

There are two plates in the middle, one of which contains a few wild vegetables, and the other a few pickles, which are the skins of the radishes that were distributed last year and were reluctant to throw away.

It's not like anyone is still thinking about leaving it for him.

It's really salty and salty, and you can get half a bowl of porridge in one bite.

Otherwise, there would be so many meals.

It's okay to have a salty taste in your mouth, and what is there to eat in the dish is not mainly based on that taste.

Song Shi picked up the bowl and took a bite of the pickled radish skin, and suddenly his face wrinkled when he was so salty.

Second sister-in-law Song pursed her lips and did not speak.

She originally planned to share her brother-in-law's bowl of rice with her own boy before he came back, but who would have thought that this lunch would be finished and he would come back.

Song Shi finished eating in a few bites.

wiped his mouth and wanted to get off the table.

was stopped by Song Mu: "Don't leave yet, I have something to ask you." ”

Song Shi cast an inquiring look.

Mother Song motioned to her daughter-in-law to clean up the dishes and chopsticks, "You come in with me." ”

Song Shi: "... Oh. ”

got up and went to the room with Mother Song.

"You tell your mother honestly, what the hell is going on with that Zhang Zhi, Qing?"

Seeing Song Shi open his mouth, he immediately interrupted with a cold face, "Don't say anything about the very pure Tong, Zhiguan, and Department, you have sent so many things to others, I don't believe that you have no thoughts about her." ”

The old mother had aggressive eyes.

Song Shi couldn't deny it if he wanted to.

Everyone in the village who has eyes knows that the original slag is close to Zhang Yunxiang.

The two of them didn't mean to hide it at all.

He stretched out his hands, "Mother, since you know in your heart and still ask me what to do, isn't this a big move?" ”

"You stinky boy! The old lady is not worried about you! She raised her hand and slapped her unconscious little son, "The old lady is not good for you!" ”

"Yes, yes, for my good..."

Song Shi held his head and surrendered.

Mother Song laughed when she saw him so funny, pulled a stool and sat opposite him, "You tell your mother, do you want to marry her?" ”

If so, she will ask someone to say it.

Get things ready.

The youngest son got married and had a family, and their task of being parents was completed.

I saw him with a melancholy face: "First of all, I planned to do so, after all, Zhang, Zhi, Qing, and Qing grow well, and they come from a big city, and they are not like other Zhi, and they are like looking at our countrymen like looking at the grass on the side of the road, I think she is quite good, but now, I am not sure." ”

Mother Song: "... Not sure what? ”

"I don't think she's interested in me as a person, but for my money..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was smacked.

"Mother!"

He shouted dissatisfiedly, "Hit me again!" ”

"If the old lady doesn't beat you, you don't know how thick the sky is! Figure your money? Oh, how can you be rich! What money do you have! You're not a mother's if you're rich! The girl from the big city has never seen anything good, and you have to say that your appearance is more reliable than saying that you have money! ”

Song Shi glared, "I can eat as a meal because of my appearance?" Mother, who do you look down on! ”

"Dare to talk back!" Syllable!

Song Shi couldn't dodge.

Shoulders slumped: "Look, you don't believe what I said." ”

Mother Song laughed angrily: "Then tell me what kind of money she likes about you." ”

"I have proof." Song Shi told some things about the two getting along, such as he brought her a corn cob today, a handful of beans in a few days, or a few wild fruits in the mountains, and occasionally a piece of cake.

"I also often go to help her work, and I earn most of her work and cents."

Mother Song didn't understand what it meant.

Any questions?

It's not all the same way that the village boys curry favor with the young women.

Deliver food, help with the work.

The point is, apart from these two who don't spend money, they don't have anything to do.

She didn't hear anything wrong anyway.

Song Shi hated the iron and looked at her, "Eh, old lady!" You... You're really... You're going to me off! ”

Not surprisingly, a chestnut burst.

Song Shi was in tears, my mother, you are really my mother!

"Don't say it yet!"

Just say it!

Song Shi rubbed his forehead, and moved the bench back, but Song's mother didn't see his small movements.

"Mother, what do you think, I gave her so much food, and she didn't return the gift once, it stands to reason that the girl in her city is not bad at that little thing, but she accepted it back. I thought about it, the more I thought about it, the more wrong it became, she seemed to be taking advantage of it! There is no shortage of mosquitoes, no matter how small they are, they are all meat. ”

"It's not easy for me to get those things!"

"I think she's very good, but if this character is not good, then it is not good."

"No, you're stealing eggs from home for her to eat!" Speaking of this, Mother Song was angry.

There are two chickens in the house, and they have to lay eggs every day.

When she came back at noon today, she touched the chicken coop, but there was no fart, but she happened to be seen by the eldest daughter-in-law, and the suspicious eyes made her angry.

Even if it's really picked up by the old man.

Why can't she give herself an egg when she is a mother?

Song Shi hurriedly explained: "I didn't give it to her, I ate it myself!" After speaking, he opened his mouth wide, "If you don't believe it, you may be able to find the egg yolk between my teeth if you look carefully." ”

Mother Song: "..."

Oh, it seems that this son is hopeless or killed!

Song Shi sat on the bench honestly after receiving a few palms.

"So, you're not marrying her?"

"Mother! Are you sober? I take my contribution for granted, I really want to get married, then your son and I will not give her a cow and a horse in my life! I don't want to die young, I have an eighty-year-old father and mother to support, but I don't dare to die! ”

"A stinky boy!"

Mother Song rewarded him with a slap full of maternal love, and then straightened her face, "Since you don't want to be with her, you have to make it clear." ”

"No, no, no."

Mother Song: "? ”

I heard him say, "She's not my object, so she can say clearly." ”

Every time the original scum said that he wanted Zhang Yunxiang to be the object, the other party bowed his head shyly, Song Shi didn't care about the ambiguity between the two, anyway, he didn't find Zhang Yunxiang after turning over the memory of the original scum and said I am willing.

Since there isn't, it's not.

I've never been in love, and I don't understand the unspeakable things between men and women.

Mother Song: She doesn't understand it completely.

"Whatever you want, but take care of it and don't make trouble for the family."

Song Shi: Then I'm really not sure.

"Since you're with Zhang... Sheet... Encheng can't be, you're not too young this year, shouldn't you look at each other separately, if you agree, I'll ask someone to find it. ”