"Knock the pig?" Cheng Xiang asked in confusion: "Why knock it?"
Although Cheng Xiang lived in rural areas when he was a child, pig farming had begun to become large-scale and integrated around 2000, and there were very few private pig farmers in rural areas, so he had never seen this technology.
..... Zhou Tianlei thought for a moment and said: "Knock it and it will grow fatter."
Cheng thought for a while and thought to himself, this pig is really stupid. If there is food to eat, it will be delicious. Does it have to be beaten to eat well?
"Okay, I'll take the time to go there in the next few days. I happen to have some other things that I want to ask about." Cheng Xiang responded.
When the children came back from get off work in the evening, they were shocked when they saw the injury on Cheng Xiang's head.
"Mom, what's wrong with you?" Zhou Yang wrinkled his little face, tears were about to flow out.
Zhou Tianxing also had a worried face.
"It's okay, it's okay, I accidentally fell, don't worry." Cheng Xiang comforted the child.
"Does it hurt?" Zhou Yang carefully blew a breath on Cheng Xiang's head and said, "Blow it and it won't hurt."
"It's true. When Xiao Yang blew it, it really didn't hurt anymore." Cheng Xiang pretended to be surprised and catered to Zhou Yang.
"Then I'll blow on Mom again." Zhou Yang climbed onto the sofa and held Cheng Xiang's head, blowing carefully.
Zhou Tianxing also wanted to care about Cheng Xiang, but he didn't know how, and he couldn't be as close to Cheng Xiang as Zhou Yang was.
He lowered his head a little depressed.
Cheng Xiang saw his disappointment in his eyes and beckoned him over: "I'm really fine. Go and help my elder brother make me sick rice. I want to eat sour soup wontons today."
Zhou Tianxing nodded in agreement and ran to the kitchen.
During the meal, the men took good care of her and put the food in front of her without her having to move. The wontons were brought over. Zhou Yang could not wait to feed Cheng Xiang with a spoon.
This made Zhou Tianlei dissatisfied.
After dinner, Zhou Tianxing and Zhou Yang took Qing'er out for a walk, leaving Cheng Xiang to rest at home.
On the road outside, Zhou Tianxing pulled Qing'er aside and asked, "Qing'er tell my uncle, how did mother get injured?"
Zhou Yang also stared at his sister with a serious face.
Qing'er raised her lips and said, "It was that fierce aunt who pushed my mother."
"Mom was bleeding a lot. I thought she was going to die." Thinking of what happened in the morning, Qing'er felt scared and sad. She glanced at her little mouth and wanted to cry.
Zhou Tianxing gritted his teeth and said, "I knew it was them."
Zhou Yang also said indignantly: "Uncle, what should we do? We want to avenge our mother."
Zhou Tianxing murmured: "I will."
In the dead of night, two small figures in Zhou's yard sneaked into the living room and took out a pack of cigarettes from Zhou Tianlei's jacket pocket.
Back in the room, they carefully took out the cut tobacco, mixed it with chili powder, and then put the cut tobacco into paper tubes and arranged them.
Then he sneaked to the door of Aunt Zhou's house, threw a cigarette and a wine bottle at Aunt Zhou's door, and patted Aunt Zhou's door hard.
The two men hid.
Aunt Zhou opened the door, looked around and saw no one, so she cursed and started to go back.
Accidentally kicked a wine bottle: "Ouch": "That blind guy threw something at my door."
When she bent down to pick up the wine bottle, she saw the box of cigarettes. When she opened it, she found that there was still half a box of cigarettes inside. She was immediately happy and went into the house with the cigarettes.
The two of them hid outside the door for a while, and then heard violent coughing and shouting from the yard: "It's killing me, fat tiger, hurry up and get some water for mom, ah ah ah."
The two villains covered their mouths and laughed wildly. Aunt Zhou not only liked to take advantage of her, but she was also a smoker and deserved it.
The two held hands and went home contentedly.
Afraid that Zhou Tianlei would change his mind, Aunt Zhou came early the next morning with written evidence.
Zhou Tianlei and Cheng Xiang were first shocked by her red and swollen eyes and the blisters at the corners of her mouth.
I was frightened again by her voice that was almost silent.
Cheng Xiang thought to himself: "Although I am anxious to separate the family, there is no need to be so anxious, right?"
Zhou Tianlei read the paperwork and found that the details of the family separation were written clearly.
30 per month, 450 yuan per year, 4,500 yuan for 10 years.
In addition to the 3,000 yuan for Fat Hu's wedding expenses, the total was 7,500 yuan. The receipt also contained her red fingerprints and the fingerprints of the middleman, the village chief.
Everything is in compliance with the village's charter for separation.
Cheng Xiang glanced at the written documents and thought to himself, this woman killed the goose to get the eggs, and she was so smart. Now it seems that the 3,000 yuan gift is a sky-high price.
But Fat Tiger is only 10 years old now. In 10 years, 3,000 yuan will not even be able to buy a decent piece of furniture.
After Zhou Tianlei read it, he nodded, took out the seal without hesitation, and put his fingerprint on the document.
There were two copies, and I kept one copy and gave it to Aunt Zhou along with the other copy and 7,500 yuan.
Aunt Zhou was not expecting that Zhou Tianlei was so straightforward.
It's like buying something. Once you tell the price and someone agrees, you feel like you're at a disadvantage.
But the document has been established, and there is no way to go back on it.
Aunt Zhou held the receipt and money, glanced at Zhou Tianlei with a cold face, curled her lips, as if she had been greatly wronged, and said in a low voice: "Zhou Tianlei, I thought that I would treat you as soon as I married into your family. Not bad, if you treat us orphans and widowed mothers like this, aren't you afraid that your father will be uneasy?"
"Isn't this what you asked for? Why are you still dissatisfied?" Zhou Tianlei asked lightly.
Aunt Zhou was speechless, rolled her eyes a few times and said: "I, I want to say that you were not like this before. Now you are obsessed with this vixen. You are ruthless and unreasonable. I kindly advise you. , don’t let others sell it and still pay for it.”
Zhou Tianlei looked at her coldly: "Before, every month's money, meat, and vegetables were sent there without missing a beat. How much of it was spent on Tian Xing and the children?
Where did Tian Xing get the scar on his leg? Where did the cigarette burns on Xiao Yang's back come from?
Where did the bruises on Qing'er's body come from? Do you want me to find the children to confront you?
Since Cheng Xiang came to my house, how many times have you been hurt by you? Do you need me to elaborate? "
At this time, Aunt Zhou's face slowly turned pale.
Zhou Tianlei is usually a man of few words, and rarely outputs such long speeches as today.
But every word was sonorous and well-founded, leaving Aunt Zhou unable to refute.
Zhou Tianlei then said: "I am not a qualified father. I have allowed my child to suffer so many crimes at your hands. If my father knew about these methods of yours, he would not only be in trouble underground, but I am afraid that you will not be able to enter the Zhou family in the future." ancestral graves.”
Aunt Zhou said with a trembling voice: "You dare, how dare you? I gave birth to a son for your Zhou family."
In the concept of rural women, not being able to enter the ancestral graves is equivalent to dying without a burial place.
Zhou Tianlei sneered: "How did you get into our house in the first place? You know in your heart that if you continue to cause trouble and harm the world, I have the final say on whether you can be buried with my father."
