"Second brother, you—"
Song Guoliang's voice was cold and indifferent as he warned, "Dad, Mom, Big Brother, Big Sister-in-law, don't even think about bullying my wife and children again, otherwise... you'll know I wasn't very gentle with my actions today!"
The joy on Old Lady Song's face suddenly disappeared, and her face became ugly and distorted, changing again and again, and finally turned into an unwilling curse.
Du Xiaoying glanced at the tall man beside her, and when she saw that the man did not side with that ungrateful family, her expression looked better.
Turning around and looking at the crumbling wooden door, he became angry again and said in a bad mood, "Hurry up and find someone to fix the door properly. Otherwise, when you are busy, how can you leave the children at home without worry? Who knows, that wicked family might harm them."
"Well, I'll find someone to fix the door this afternoon."
"Da Ya, open the door quickly, it's mom and dad."
Daya carefully looked around the empty space that had long since disappeared, her face filled with worry, "Mom and Dad, are you all right?"
"It's okay. Your uncle's family of three has suffered a terrible loss." Du Xiaoying felt happy when she thought about the fact that the eldest uncle's family had just suffered a setback.
"Hahaha...dog eating shit!"
Several children laughed happily at once, but when they saw Song Guoliang's serious face, they immediately fell silent.
Song Guoliang noticed it keenly, his stern face softened, he gave a few instructions and went out again.
Daya nodded sensibly and continued to help with the work with her sister.
Du Xiaoying suddenly noticed a black spot on Wuya's buttocks. She took a closer look and found it was actually a unique and beautiful little flower. She reached out and touched it, "Daya, did you sew this?"
"Well, we don't have any red thread at home. Otherwise, I could sew a little red flower for Wu Ya. It would look better."
Du Xiaoying was mesmerized. Wow, how come Daya’s cooking skills are so good?!
The flower was sewn beautifully and vividly. Why didn’t she realize in her previous life that Daya had such excellent needlework skills?
hehe.....
In her previous life, Daya lost her innocence when she was just fourteen years old. Her parents were useless and she was forced to marry an old man at a young age. She had to take care of the old widower's home and outside the house. She was bullied by her stepchildren who were not much younger than her, and suffered domestic violence from the old man. She experienced multiple miscarriages, went back to her parents' home for help but to no avail, and finally... committed suicide.
On the other hand, Song Zilong, that ungrateful bastard, managed to get into the wealthy Yue family by selling Daya's betrothal money. Not only did he rise to prominence and become a successful boss, but he also kept a bunch of women outside...
All of this is built on her blood!
When she thought about the wounds all over Daya's body and face in her past life, she, as a mother, could only hug her daughter and cry bitterly, saying nonsense like "marry a chicken, follow the chicken, marry a dog, follow the dog, and just bear it and it will pass!"
She is simply not a human being!
Daya came in with a basin of water and cleaned the wardrobe. "Mom, this wardrobe is so beautiful."
Du Xiaoying covered her heart, which was aching. "This wardrobe probably came from a wealthy family. It should be made of the finest pearwood—"
"Mom, come and see!"
"What's wrong? Did you hurt your hand?"
Daya watched her mother nervously pull her hand out to examine it carefully, and smiled shyly, "Mom, Daya's hand is fine, take a look at what's inside the cabinet."
"Um?"
Du Xiaoying turned her head and looked at a small compartment under the wardrobe. She carefully reached out and opened it, only to see five gold bars neatly placed inside.
The mother and daughter looked at the golden bars inside, their breathing stopped, and they looked at each other in horror.
"mom!"
"Don't panic, wait until your dad comes back."
Du Xiaoying put the things back to their original place swiftly, her breathing quickened and her heart beating wildly. She didn't expect such a surprise!
This is a good thing. After this era, it will become more and more valuable!
Moreover, there were probably one kilogram of fish in there just now.
Erya was a little surprised and asked, "Sister, what's wrong with you?"
Daya has been beaten and scolded by the Song family since she was a child. She is timid and obedient. Now, because of the gold bars in the secret compartment, she is so nervous that she doesn't know where to put her hands and feet.
Du Xiaoying grabbed Daya's hand and said with a smile, "Erya, go get some firewood. We'll just have something to eat at noon, and we'll have egg noodles for dinner."
When they heard that they were going to eat egg noodles, the sisters immediately jumped for joy and quickly carried firewood into the house.
Daya took several deep breaths and said, "Mom, I'll help you light the fire."
"good."
......
Song Guoliang came back pulling a cart, followed by the brigade's old carpenter Liu Dahe.
Du Xiaoying smiled and poured a bowl of sugar water, "Uncle Liu, thank you for your help."
"It's okay, you're just lucky. You happen to have a newly made wooden door at home."
Liu Dahe started to work as he spoke. Guo Liang had paid for the ticket, so he had to do it well for him.
The Liu family's ancestors were carpenters, and they were well-known for their carpentry skills in the area. With the help of Song Guoliang, the two doors were completed quickly.
"Okay, Guoliang, can you take a look?"
"Okay, Uncle Liu's cooking skills are impeccable."
"That's fine, I'll go back then."
"Uncle Liu, take care. Come and sit down when you have time."
After sending Carpenter Liu away, Daya hurried to add more fuel to the fire. Du Xiaoying deftly cracked an egg and scrambled a handful of noodles. "You take a break first, the noodles will be ready soon."
"No rush."
As Song Guoliang spoke, his nose moved uncontrollably. The aroma of egg noodles filled the room, and his stomach growled.
“Gurgle gurgle…”
The mother and daughter looked at each other and couldn't help laughing.
Song Guoliang coughed lightly, his ears and cheeks felt hot. He took the large bowl of egg noodles and started eating it with big mouthfuls.
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