Zhou Huaijing looked at Zhou Huai'en again, picked up her homework and looked at it. When he saw that there was something that needed to be memorized, he asked her to recite it.
Zhou Huai'en spoke fluent English. Hu Lin, who had just finished his work, came into the room and heard it. He raised his eyebrows in surprise and glanced at Zhou Huai'en.
Zhou Huai'en has standard pronunciation, without the common problems that Asians have when speaking English, and speaks with a pure American accent.
She is very gifted in languages.
As a teacher, Xu Mingzhu knew this very well, and she allowed both children to play to their strengths.
Since her younger son is good at science, she tries to develop his talents in this area. Since her daughter has an excellent talent for languages, she focuses on this aspect.
Now she not only speaks Mandarin, English and Beijing dialect, but she has also learned the local dialect from Li Aihua.
But she is ultimately restricted here, otherwise she could hire many language teachers to help her develop into a diplomat.
What a pity.
Whenever Xu Mingzhu heard her daughter's fluent words, she couldn't help feeling sorry for her.
After nightfall, Hu Lin was alert and did not sleep soundly.
Sure enough, in the middle of the night, she heard some slight noises in the yard.
She opened her eyes, a cold light flashed in them, and she stood up quickly.
After changing into a black suit and tying up his hair, Hu Lin heard the slight sounds of the door opening and closing. He opened the window and saw that Hu Xiaoyi was indeed going into the village with a dried rabbit in his hand.
She quietly opened the door and followed him.
Sticks and sacks she placed on the woodpile under the eaves.
He went out, picked up his things, and followed Hu Xiaoyi not too close.
Not long after she left, Zhou Huaijing followed.
He was following from a distance, and Hu Lin did not expect Zhou Huaijing to do such a peeping thing, so he did not notice it for a while.
Not long after Hu Xiaoyi crossed the bridge, Hu Lin quickly followed him and hit Hu Xiaoyi on the back with a stick.
Hu Xiaoyi, feeling the pain, immediately bent down and staggered forward a few steps.
Then he turned around to see who it was, and said, "Who—"
However, before he could finish his words, Hu Lin put him in a sack.
After being put in the sack, Hu Xiaoyi lost his sight and was beaten with sticks. He fell to the ground without noticing and asked questions angrily.
Hearing his question, Hu Lin turned a deaf ear and the stick in his hand fell like a storm.
Hu Xiaoyi was in so much pain that he could only wail and beg for mercy.
Hu Lin was concerned that Hu Xiaoyi had to go to work the next day, so he didn't kill him.
Hu Xiaoyi's wailing woke up the nearby villagers. Hu Lin knocked Hu Xiaoyi unconscious with a stick and took away the sack and game from him.
Oil lamps were lit in the villagers' homes, and Hu Lin hid in the distance to watch the situation.
After a while, no one came out and the oil lamp went out again.
I know that they probably think less trouble is worse than more, and since it doesn't disturb their sleep, they will just turn a deaf ear to what's happening outside.
Seeing this, Hu Lin glanced at Hu Xiaoyi lying on the dirt road, then turned around and went home.
You heartless bastard, just lie here!
The weather was still cold in late March, and Hu Xiaoyi was woken up by the cold in the middle of the night.
After waking up, he sat on the dirt road in a daze, looking at a loss.
The pain all over his body reminded him of what he had gone through.
He looked around, and when he saw no game, he became even more confused.
Is he seeing a ghost?
Hu Xiaoyi got up with pain all over his body and went home stealthily.
Looking at the sky, it was getting late. His mother probably went to bed before he could wait for her. He should go tomorrow.
The next day, Hu Lin got up a little later than usual and got up after everyone had sat down to eat.
After washing up, she sat at the table to eat, and glanced at Hu Xiaoyi who pretended to be indifferent.
She had always prepared a sack and a stick, and this time at home, she was determined to make Hu Xiaoyi a well-behaved child.
The game taken back from Hu Xiaoyi was covered in mud, so Hu Lin asked Li Aihua to cook and eat it that day to destroy the evidence.
Zhou Huaijing didn't know why, but he didn't come back from hunting today, and his eyelids were still the same blue-gray color as hers.
However, these are not her main focus. Now her whole mind is on Hu Xiaoyi.
She thought that after Hu Xiaoyi was punished, he would be quiet for a few days, but she didn't know that he had a short memory and started stealing again that night.
Hu Lin was so angry that he hit Hu Xiaoyi harder, and the next day Hu Xiaoyi even walked unsteadily.
He was in so much pain that he couldn't sit still.
He didn't send game to his mother the night before yesterday, so his mother came to the field to complain about him the next day. He didn't send it again last night, so he will probably blame him today.
As Hu Xiaoyi thought about it, an embarrassment appeared on his face unconsciously.
My mother still listened to her explanation, but those people didn't listen.
He knew that his father and mother had been oppressed by those educated youth and treated as slaves, and that his other brothers didn't care about them either.
What was said when the family was split up turned into mutual shirking of responsibility in the end.
Until now, they can only live on their father's work points.
And they would distribute the food they obtained to the educated youth.
If they disobey them, they will tease them, and if they get angry, they will even hit them.
No one in the village could afford to offend them, and no one dared to stand up for them.
He felt very sad listening to his mother's complaints from time to time and the scars she occasionally discovered by accident.
He also knew that his daughter would not agree to him bringing his father and mother to live with them, so he thought about secretly helping his father and mother so that they could live a better life.
After all, blood is thicker than water.
How could he remain indifferent while seeing his parents living such a miserable life while he himself was living a good life?
The first time he sent game to his mother, she was very happy.
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