"I told the second son to steal someone else's heirloom and give it to Zhang Yaozu, saying he would go on a hunger strike if he didn't give it to Old Zhang.
"When they were discovered, they were definitely not happy. So, there was a big fight, and their second daughter was almost beaten to death. My daughter came home a few days ago and told me it was so tragic."
Then he sighed.
"This old Zhang family is such a nobody. These girls were born in his family, ah!"
Zhang Hehua didn't hear what the old people were saying.
She happily followed her father back to her parents' home.
At home, her mother was working in the yard.
String the mushrooms picked from the mountains together with thread.
Seeing her mother, whose hair had turned gray, working with her hands, which looked like dry bark, Zhang Hehua felt distressed: "Mom, are you going up the mountain again?"
Zhang Hehua's mother, Hou Daya, heard her third daughter's noises and replied angrily without even looking up: "I'm not going up the mountain, so you do it for me? You only talk about it, but you never come back more often to help me with the work."
Speaking of work, Zhang's mother thought of something and looked up at Zhang Hehua.
Seeing that she was the only one there, his face drooped and almost fell to the ground.
"Why are you here alone? My three oldest nephews aren't here. What's the matter? Do you dislike his grandma's family being poor?"
Zhang Hehua smiled awkwardly: "How could that be? It's just that the kids are busy! They have to work at home every day and don't have time."
Zhang's mother's face drooped even more: "Yeah, I don't have time. I'm busy working for grandma.
But I don’t have time to visit my grandma’s house, and I don’t care whether the old lady misses me or not. Alas, I don’t know how many days I can live. Every time I see her, it’s one less time I’ll get to see her.
People say that nephews are like grandma's dogs, who lie down after eating. I think that's absolutely true. When they were young, they ate and drank here every day.
Now that he's grown up and can work, he's close to grandma. It's not that his surname is Zhang, it's not his. Lotus, look at it, isn't it? In the future, you still have to rely on your nephew! You should be kind to your nephew. "
Zhang Hehua agreed with this statement from the bottom of her heart. She had heard it for decades and she almost knew it by heart.
But she also felt that her mother was right: "Of course, Mom, I will definitely honor my ancestors!"
He raised his hand again and showed Zhang's mother what he had in his hand: "Mom, I brought you some snacks, including brown sugar and eggs. You and my dad can eat them to replenish our bodies.
Let Yaozu eat more too, to replenish his body. This lack of nutrition is a serious matter, and we can't delay it."
When Zhang's mother heard that her third daughter had brought something, the drooping skin on her face finally returned to above her cheekbones. For the sake of the thing, she praised her third daughter to her heart's content.
"Oh, my dear daughter, you are really capable. Your sisters are not good enough. Mom loves you for a reason. You know how to be filial. Unlike your other sisters, you never know how to get something for Mom."
In fact, she praises every girl like this whenever she brings something to her.
But Zhang Hehua didn't know.
I felt so happy when I heard this: I am indeed the most beloved and cared-for child of my parents.
Mother Zhang put down the mushrooms in her hand and washed her hands carefully in the enamel basin before taking the things and going into the house.
"San, come in quickly. You must be tired after walking so far. Mom will make you a bowl of brown sugar water. Only when you come here will Mom be willing to take it out. I can't bear to give it to others!"
Zhang Hehua was deeply moved by her mother's words.
My parents are almost seventy years old. How many years do they have left to live?
Why don’t you keep it for yourself and eat it yourself?
Oh, she has to get more things, more things, she feels sorry for her parents.
When Hou Daya saw the look on her third daughter's face, she knew that what she said was not in vain, so there was no need to make the brown sugar water.
Sure enough, the next second, Zhang Hehua said with a face full of shame: "Mom, if you have something to eat, just keep it for yourself.
That brown sugar is precious, save it for you and my dad. It's good for your health and it brings honor to our ancestors, so you have to be careful with it, as he is the root of our Zhang family."
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