After leaving the old locust tree, Qingsong looked at his mother with sparkling eyes and admiration.

The moment Qian Chunhua kicked towards Li Cuihong, Qingsong suddenly felt that his aunt was just so-so and not as scary as he had imagined.

At least with my mother's protection, I am not as afraid of my aunt as before.

Qian Chunhua didn't know what Qingsong was thinking. Seeing that he didn't say anything, she thought he was still afraid.

"Qingsong, Li Cuihong's behavior doesn't make her worthy of being an elder. You don't need to call her your aunt anymore.

We have already severed our relationship with her. If we have any conflict with her, we don’t need to be afraid of her, and we don’t even need to worry about her identity. We should fight back when necessary. It’s not just her, but also Zhao Yongqiang, Zhao Qingshui, and Zhao Qingyun. "

In the morning, Qingsong saw that Zhao Yongqiang was afraid of something. Qian Chunhua knew that Qingsong had a shadow in his heart, so he took advantage of this opportunity to educate Qingsong.

Qingsong nodded, indicating that he understood, "Mom, what about grandpa and grandmother?"

Qian Chunhua was stunned for a moment, and the cautious look of Zhao's mother appeared in his mind. Compared with Zhao Daqing's self-righteous look, Qian Chunhua couldn't bear to say that he didn't recognize Zhao's mother.

"Grandma and grandma, they are still your elders."

In this era, filial piety is more important than anything else, and Qian Chunhua dared not openly say that she did not recognize her elders.

Although the relationship between the two is severed, there is no need to support them as elders or to have contact with them as relatives, but the blood relationship cannot be severed.

In name, Qingsong is still a descendant of the Zhao family.

Qingsong nodded, not quite understanding.

When I returned to Qian's house, a burst of fragrance hit my nose.

"Mom." Qingfeng, who was playing in the yard, saw Qian Chunhua at once.

He ran towards his mother with laughter and threw himself onto Qian Chunhua.

Qian Chunhua smiled and picked up Qingfeng, "Where's your sister?"

Qingfeng pointed to the kitchen and said, "Sister, go into the kitchen and help grandma light the fire."

Qian Chunhua kissed Qingfeng on the cheek, then handed Qingfeng to Qingsong, "Help mother look after my brother, I will help grandma cook."

Qingsong first took the backpack from Qian Chunhua, then led Qingfeng, and put the backpack into the main room.

Qingfeng looked at the cloth on the backpack curiously, "Brother, what is this?"

Qingsong pointed at the cotton and cloth and said, "This is the cloth and cotton that mother bought to make cotton-padded clothes for us."

"Really? We also have new cotton-padded clothes to wear during the New Year?"

"Really?"

Qingsong replied with a smile.

The good life these days was something he had never dared to think about in the past few years. Qingsong knew that his mother and her family were so good, but they also worked hard.

He should also do something to help his mother. After some consideration, Qingsong decided to take Qingfeng to Shizi Peak to chop firewood.

Qian Chunhua had no idea what the two children had done. She went to the kitchen.

Qian's mother was making lard from the fat meat that Qian Chunhua bought yesterday, and Xiaoling was helping Qian's mother to light the fire.

"Mom." Qian Chunhua shouted.

Xiao Ling turned her head and said, "Mom."

Qian's mother smiled and said, "You're back? Xiaoling, turn down the fire. Chunhua, take a break. I'll get you some water."

As he spoke, he wiped his hands.

Qian's mother left the kitchen and came to the main room. On the table in the main room, there was a covered bowl with a piece of brown sugar on it.

Qian's mother added some boiling water to the bowl, stirred it with a spoon, and carefully handed the brown sugar water to Qian Chunhua.

"Chunhua, you must be thirsty, drink quickly."

After she finished speaking, Qian's mother looked around and asked, "Where's Qingsong? Doesn't he want some sugar water?"

Qian Chunhua took the bowl with a smile and drank the brown sugar water in the bowl in one gulp, "Qingsong is here to play with my brother. Mom, it's really delicious."