Song Guoliang's body was stiff. He lay straight facing the ceiling, not daring to move.
It was not until he heard the sound of sleeping breathing beside him that his tense body relaxed. He glanced sideways at his wife beside him, and the corners of his lips gradually curled up.
.....
"Sister, why hasn't Mom gotten up yet? She usually gets up early at this time." Erya frowned worriedly.
Daya glanced at the closed door and said, "Shh~ Mom got up early yesterday and worked from morning till night without a break. She must be exhausted. Let's be quiet so as not to disturb Mom."
"Um."
The girls nodded and walked with lighter steps.
"It's unfortunate."
As soon as Du Xiaoying opened her eyes and saw the bright room, she jumped up immediately.
Last night, she couldn't help but have a lot of random thoughts in her mind. She tossed and turned until it was almost dawn before she fell asleep. Unexpectedly, she overslept.
"Daya, what time is it? Why don't you call me mom?"
Daya, who was tidying up the yard, heard the noise and ran into the house. "Mom, there's still some time before work starts, don't worry. There's porridge and eggs in the pot. Dad made them this morning."
Du Xiaoying paused as she was half-bent over washing up and coughed softly. "There's a lot of housework to do. Next time if Mom doesn't get up, call her."
"By the way, what time did your father leave this morning?"
"Six o'clock."
Du Xiaoying frowned, it was too early. She glanced at the water tank that was about to overflow, and the firewood storage area next to the stove was neatly piled with firewood, and her heart warmed again.
It’s not time to go to work yet, but the six of them, mother and daughter, are not idle at home.
Du Xiaoying was strong enough to turn the abandoned land in the backyard into a private plot of land.
The eldest and second girls were responsible for sowing the seeds, while the third, fourth and fifth girls were responsible for watering the plants with ladles and teacups.
"After a while, we'll have vegetables to eat at home, so we don't have to eat wild vegetables every day, and we can change things up."
Wu Ya clapped her hands happily and said, "Mom, I like our current home. I used to get scolded all the time, and my fourth brother always bullied me."
When talking about the old house, the sisters fell silent, obviously thinking of the days when they were often beaten and scolded in the old house.
Du Xiaoying touched her little daughter's head with heartache. It was all her fault. Her brain was filled with shit. Instead of feeling sorry for her own daughter, she felt sorry for those ungrateful people.
The daughters were starving and had to do the most work, yet they were treated as punching bags by the family, being beaten and scolded.
Erya put one hand on her waist and waved her little fist, "Don't be afraid, wait until I and Dad have mastered martial arts, and no one will dare to bully our family!"
"Second sister, you're amazing!"
The fourth and fifth girls tilted their heads back with admiration in their eyes.
Du Xiaoying seemed to see the angry, skinny little man who looked like a small animal, his eyes bloodshot and his voice hoarse, "I despise you, a useless mother. You only know how to cry. If you cry, will my elder sister not be sold? It's you! It's you who killed my elder sister!"
I will never forgive you!"
"mom?"
"Um?"
Du Xiaoying came back to her senses and looked at her daughters' worried and concerned faces. She felt a lump in her throat and a sour taste in her nose.
"Saya, take your sisters to collect grass for the pigs, but don't walk too far. If you get tired, find a cool place to rest..." As she said that, she took out a handful of fruit candies and biscuits from her pocket and distributed them to the children one by one.
"Eat when you're hungry. Don't save it. Eat the White Rabbit when you get home."
Looking at their nagging mother, the sisters smiled at each other, their clear eyes sparkling.
I just feel that the life we live now is something I never dared to dream of before.
......
"Ouch~ My waist~"
Old Mrs. Song held her waist and cried out in pain. She glanced at the messy house and the dirty clothes of her grandchildren, and said with squinted eyes.
"Old man, we have to think of a way. We can't just let it go like this. These past two days, I not only have to feed the pigs and chickens, but I also have to do the laundry and cook. I can't count on the old family to take care of Longlong. Look at us, in just two days, our grandchildren have become skinny from hunger."
Old man Song puffed on his pipe without saying a word.
"That bitch, I think her brain is broken. I don't know why she suddenly went crazy. Do you think she is going to let—"
"Shut up!"
Old Man Song glared with his cloudy eyes and his face turned stern. Old Lady Song immediately shrank back and shut her mouth awkwardly.
Old Man Song held his pipe and tapped it against the sole of his shoe. "You can never control your mouth. What are you yelling about?"
"Boss, I, I just spoke too quickly and said something wrong."
Old Lady Song pulled the corner of her mouth ingratiatingly and leaned forward, "Boss, do you think we should let Huang the witch from Old Gao Village..."
"Um."
Seeing her old man nodded, Old Lady Song slapped her thigh, her triangular eyes flashing with excitement, "I'll go to Lao Gaozhuang tomorrow."
"Grandma, I'm hungry."
"Oh, my dear grandson is hungry. Wait, I'll cook egg noodles for you right away."
In the west room, Song Zilong was leaning crookedly against the pillow, with one leg tied to a wooden board and lying on the kang.
Next to the black and swollen pig's head, Liu Lanhua, was crying out in pain.
Not long after, Old Mrs. Song came in with a bowl of fragrant egg noodles. She was smiling, but before she could say anything, Liu Lanhua jumped off the kang, grabbed the bowl and chopsticks, and took a big bite.
"I'm going to die, you bitch! How dare you snatch the dough I gave to Longlong to nourish his body."
"Mom, how could you steal my face?"
Liu Lanhua's eyes rolled back due to the burns, but she was reluctant to vomit, and the burns made her already swollen pig-like face even more distorted.
"You're a starving ghost, how can I not scald you to death?" Old Mrs. Song snatched the bowl and chopsticks and stuffed them into her grandson's hands, cursing. The more she thought about it, the angrier she became, and she hit Liu Lanhua hard with her big palm like a palm fan.
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