It was Yang Ruoqing, Xiaoduo and the others who insisted that she also collect some money from her, like a hundred yuan or something. Usually there would be a salesman at the door, and it would be convenient to buy some needles, thread, and brains.
Mrs. Sun smiled a little embarrassedly: "Well, it's gone, but it's okay. Your father can't afford me whatever I want to buy... Hey, Qing'er, why did you give me the money?"
Before Sun could finish her words, Yang Ruoqing put a bunch of copper coins in her hand. At a glance, she must have two hundred coins.
"I have some bits and pieces of copper coins here. Mom keeps the little things that she usually buys. If I don't need anything, I just ask my father." Yang Ruoqing said with a smile.
Sun was reluctant to ask for it, "I don't need anything at home, so what do I need your money for? You keep it for yourself."
"Mom, I have it. This is the pocket money Xiaojing gave you."
Mrs. Sun happily accepted it, "Then I'll save it for you. When the children grow up, there will be plenty of money to spend."
Yang Ruoqing smiled and nodded.
At night, the Luo family came to Yang Huazhong's house for dinner. After the meal, Yang Ruoqing cut the big watermelon that had been soaked for several hours, put it in a large basin and put it on the table.
Everyone, you and I were together, munching on watermelon and doing household chores. The heat and fatigue of the day seemed to have completely dissipated.
The same good atmosphere also happened at Lao Wang's house.
It was the busy time of farming in the summer, and the colleges in the town had a holiday to allow some rural students to go home and participate in the busy farming season.
It had been three or four days since Xiao Hei came back. When he returned home, he found that all the chickens and ducks at home were gone. When he asked, he found out that they had all gone into his brother's stomach.
He immediately threw his schoolbag to the ground, rushed up to hug Dabai, and started wrestling in the yard.
The family finally managed to pull the two brothers apart, coaxing them to buy fish and weigh the meat, and they finally calmed down a bit.
But within two days, all the fish and meat at home were eaten, and the two brothers quarreled again.
No, Yang Huamei hurriedly came to find Sun and borrowed 160 Wen.
After borrowing the money, Yang Huamei bought a pair of pig's trotters from the Sun's meat shed at the entrance of the village. Tonight, the pig's trotters stewed with soybeans were served on the table. The two brothers each occupied one side and poked the meat on the pig's trotters with their chopsticks. Taking the spoons to scoop up the soup, the two brothers covered the entire dining table with their four arms.
"You two should be more polite, you are fighting like pigs fighting for food in a trough."
Yang Huamei not only stewed soybeans and pig's trotters, but also made a bowl of egg drop, green vegetable and vermicelli soup and brought it to the table.
The big white bowls were piled high, and his hands kept moving, and he was still squeezing Xiao Hei in his mouth: "Brother, do you hear that? You are a scholar, so you have to be more elegant!"
Xiaohei's mouth was full and he responded vaguely: "You are still talking about me, you are the elder brother, the elder brother must give way to the younger brother."
Dabai curled his lips and said, "What kind of brother and brother are we? I just came out a bowl of tea earlier than you."
"When it comes to soaking in urine, it's still an elder brother. If you are an elder brother, you have to let your younger brother." Xiao Hei insisted.
"I had a hard time studying in school. Brother, you ate all the chickens and ducks at home. You live a better life than me. I have to eat more pig trotters." Xiao Hei said again.
Dabai rolled his eyes, "Nonsense, compared to the tuition and living expenses for your studies in school, and the food that my mother and grandpa bring every now and then, the few skinny chickens and ducks I eat at home are nothing."
Xiao Hei angrily slapped his chopsticks on the table, pointed at Da Bai and yelled, spraying the food in his mouth all over the table.
"You fart, you are my brother, you spend more than me, and you eat more than me!"
"You are the younger brother. The whole family pampers you, allows you to study, and makes you look decent in front of others. Aren't you satisfied?"
"I don't want to study. I'm exhausted from studying..."
Yang Huamei slapped Xiao Hei on the head: "You brat, you don't know how to be blessed even though you are blessed. If you don't study, come back and help your father with the farm work!"
Xiao Hei raised his voice, raised his neck and said loudly: "Come back as soon as you come back, I just don't want to study!"
Yang Huamei stamped her feet angrily, grabbed Xiao Hei's rice bowl and put it aside: "Stop eating it, you bastard, are you deliberately trying to make me mad?"
When Xiao Hei saw that his rice bowl had been taken away, he glared at Yang Huamei fiercely, stretched out his arm to take the rice bowl back to him, and leaned over to protect it tightly.
Not only did he protect her, he also raised his head and looked at Yang Huamei provocatively with a look of hatred.
It seems to be saying: Are you going to rob again?
Seeing her youngest son like this, Yang Huamei was so angry that her heart ached. Wang Hongquan had been sitting in the corner of the table holding a dry tobacco pole and watching the two eldest grandsons bickering with a smile.
In the old man's opinion, the two grandsons have grown up and become talkative. They bicker in a decent way, just like talking to adults.
The old man never expected that the fight would escalate the matter. Seeing Xiao Hei lying there provoking Yang Huamei, Wang Hongquan quickly hit Xiao Hei's arm with the cigarette stick in his hand, deliberately bluffing and scolding: "Don't be too big or small, hurry up and eat!"
Wang Shuanzi also put down his chopsticks, lowered his face, and looked at Xiao Hei with warning eyes.
Xiao Hei is not afraid of Wang Hongquan at all, but he is still a little afraid of Wang Shuanzi, his father.
He pouted, reluctantly sat up straight again, picked up the bowl and chopsticks and dug his way down.
"Mei'er, please sit down and eat. You've been busy all day." Wang Shuanzi said to Yang Huamei again.
Yang Huamei nodded, "I'll go to the kitchen to have a bowl of rice soup first."
Her stomach was full of anger, and the anger was stuck in her throat. If she didn't take a sip of rice soup to suppress it, she was worried that she would burst out.
Before leaving, Yang Huamei saw Dabai sitting there winking at Xiao Hei, looking very proud, especially humming while drinking pig's trotter soup.
"I can't even stop your mouth while eating, so stop humming and eat quickly!" Yang Huamei drank.
Dabai deliberately curled the corners of his mouth downwards, looking carefree. Fortunately, he stopped humming and started eating with big mouthfuls.
Dabai has a pair of big-eared ears that sway when he chews hard, just like the big-eared pig in the pig pen.
Xiao Hei, on the other hand, dove into the big rice bowl in front of him, eating rice grains all over his face and nose, eating while eating...
Are my two sons the reincarnation of the pig demon who came here specifically to seek revenge?
Yang Huamei left the main room sadly, holding her painful heart.
Not long after she left, Wang Shuanzi came in.
He was holding a bowl of rice in his hand, with some vegetables on top, and even a piece of pig's trotters.
"What are you doing here?"
Yang Huamei was leaning against the pot, wiping her tears with the apron around her waist. She was surprised when she saw Wang Shuanzi appearing in front of her with a rice bowl.
Wang Shuanzi looked at her with red eyes and felt very distressed.
"I'll bring you food, just eat here."
Wang Shuanzi said softly, putting the bowl and chopsticks into her hands.
Yang Huamei looked at the food and then at the thin and frail man in front of her, tears welling up again.
