Chapter 106 Grandma, I want to go to school too
By the time lunch was ready, Xie Jiaxiu had calmed down a lot.
Xingxing sat behind the stove, picking up the scattered sticks and firewood on the ground and putting them into the stove. Little Moon squatted in front of the basin with her butt sticking up, playing in the water and helping her mother wash the vegetables.
Lunch is usually better. Although there is no meat, more oil is used to stir-fry the vegetables, and the aroma quickly spreads throughout the kitchen as the fire cooks.
Xingxing sat on a small bench by the fire, the scorching firelight reflected on the child's delicate and white cheeks. In such hot weather, his forehead was still smooth without a trace of sweat.
But Xie Jiaxiu still felt sorry for the children, so when the fire in the pot was almost lit, she drove Xingxing, who was burning the fire, and Xiaoyue, who was playing in the water, out of the kitchen.
"It's almost time for dinner, so just play inside and don't run outside. It's so hot, be careful of getting a heat stroke."
As Xie Jiaxiu spoke, she also reminded Xingxing to take good care of her sister.
Compared with the previous times, this time it was no longer just a casual reminder from an adult, but instead contained a bit of confidence and seriousness.
When mom went into the kitchen to continue cooking, Little Moon was led by the stars and squatted under a tree outside, looking down at the ants running around busily even in the hot weather.
The two children are very curious about the world, from something as small as an ant that gets lost along the way to something as big as the clouds that slowly float overhead.
When Zhao Yuanyuan came back from the mountain with sweat on his forehead, all he saw were two children squatting there doing nothing.
Then I think about it again, this body of mine is only six years old. Why should I suffer through hardships while my father's children can play comfortably whenever they want?
The weather was already hot, and being baked by such a scorching sun, people's irritability was piling up. Zhao Yuanyuan's bad luck in the past few days was further ignited by the two children.
She walked over with a sullen face, stood in front of the two children, and stared down at them condescendingly.
Xingxing knew it when she came back, but she didn't expect that she would walk straight towards her and her sister.
When she came closer, Xingxing supported Xiaoyue, who was almost falling on the ground with her head tilted back but still called her "third sister" obediently, and helped her stand up, then raised her eyes slightly and looked at Zhao Yuanyuan in front of her.
"What are you playing?" Zhao Yuanyuan asked in a puzzled tone.
Little Moon responded positively: "Third sister, my brother and I are watching Little Ants Moving House, do you want to watch it with us?"
Zhao Yuanyuan sneered, "I won't play with you. I'm busy all day long. Do you know that the food you eat is exchanged for the work points I earned!?"
Little Yueyue was frightened by her fierce tone, her eyes widened a little, and she carefully grabbed her brother's hand and pulled him to secretly retreat.
But she and her brother were squatting under a roadside tree watching ants. If they backed away, there would be a slope almost two meters high behind them...
Of course Zhao Yuanyuan also noticed this. She pursed her lips and looked around, but didn't see anyone else. So she vented all the anger that had been in her heart for so long towards the two three-year-old children.
She certainly wouldn't push the two children herself, but she maintained her angry mood and expression, picked up a thin stick, took a big step forward, raised her hand and raised the stick as if she was going to hit the two children viciously.
As long as they lost their balance and fell backwards, whether they just fell or got hurt, it had nothing to do with her. Even if they complained, they could not provide evidence that she was the one who did it.
The next second, reality did not turn out as she had expected. The two children stepped back and fell down the slope out of fear.
Xingxing grabbed her sister who was frightened and retreated in panic, dragged her aside, and then looked up and asked Zhao Yuanyuan, who was disappointed and resentful because her goal had not been achieved: "Third sister, are you going to hit us?"
Zhao Yuanyuan stared at him unhappily and silently clenched the thin stick in her hand.
Xingxing protected her frightened sister and refuted her previous words word by word in a childish voice.
"Third sister, my sister and I didn't eat the work points you earned."
Xingxing said seriously, "Grandma and Mom and Dad earn work points to support me and my sister. Third sister, you can't afford to support us, so your work points are with your mom and dad and brother, not in me and Xiaoyue's belly."
After saying that, Xingxing took her sister by the hand, walked around the "roadblock" in front of them, and pulled her sister into the house.
"Kid, why don't you tell your mother what happened just now?" Qiuqiu compared the differences between the three children, but was still worried that next time they met, two children who were only six years old in total would not be able to defeat a soul that looked six years old but was actually an adult.
Xingxing shook her head and didn't talk to Qiuqiu. Instead, she hugged her sister in the house.
"Brother..." Little Moon was lying in her brother's arms, and asked him in a low voice: "What did Third Sister mean just now? We are looking at the little ants. Is Third Sister angry?"
Little Yueliang was so frightened that she didn't hear what her third sister said at all. Her little head couldn't understand why her third sister suddenly got so angry.
He also used a stick to beat her and her brother.
Xingxing hugged her sister, patted her shoulder with her little hand, and said softly: "Because the third sister is working and we are playing, she is angry."
Little Moon raised her head and said, "Then...if we also work, will Third Sister not be angry?"
Xingxing looked at her sister's bright eyes, thought for a moment, and shook her head at her.
"have no idea."
After saying that, Xingxing asked her sister, "Why do we have to work just because the third sister is angry?"
Little Moon was confused and didn't understand her brother's question, but she still answered obediently: "Because... because Third Sister will get angry and hit me."
Xingxing touched his sister's head and said, "Don't be afraid. Brother will always protect Little Moon."
"Little Moon is a precious sister that her brother must protect."
Qiuqiu said that in this world, their family is the best relatives in the eyes of the protagonist.
Those who are hated by the protagonist are the worst.
But the stars don’t hate it, the stars like it.
Therefore, those who are liked by the stars are the stars’ treasures.
Xingxing likes Little Moon, so Little Moon is his little sister baby.
"I will protect my brother too!" Little Moon rubbed her cheek against her brother's face, and her eyes were so happy that they turned into crescent moons.
When it was almost time for lunch for every household, there was no need for family members to go to the fields to call them. The team would go home at the appointed time, each carrying a hoe and a backpack, and walking home in twos and threes under the scorching sun that could burn off the skin.
They talked about the upcoming autumn harvest and the successful younger generations in their families. Even though poverty weighed heavily on their shoulders and made them hunchbacked, these farmers who worked with the land all day long could use their strong backbones and sweat to support their small families.
At this time, someone saw Zhao Guozhi, the lazy and slacking Zhao family member, leading the dejected Zhao Huayang home.
"Guozhi, have you asked for leave from the team leader again today?" Someone saw him and couldn't help but lecture him: "Look at you, you do nothing all day and just idle away your time. Your mother is still working hard to earn work points to support the family. Your elder brother and his wife are both honest people. How come you don't know how to make progress at all? You still have two children. If you are like this, your two children..."
Zhao Guozhi interrupted the other party's long speech with a smile on his face, and said politely with a smile on his face: "Third father, you are right, I will start to make progress tomorrow. It seems that dinner is about to start, I will not hinder you from going home and delay your dinner. Go back quickly, I will go back too, see you tomorrow, Third father!"
The implication is that he won't be working this afternoon.
Seeing this brat's reckless appearance, Zhao Cheng would be so angry that he would puff his beard and glare at him. Turning around, he saw Zhao Huayang following Zhao Guozhi listlessly, and he chased after him to warn the child not to learn bad habits from his father.
Zhao Huayang lowered his head due to being naggled, and after a long while he uttered a mosquito-like "hmm".
Zhao Guozhi watched happily from the side, without trying to stop him or defending himself. When Zhao Chenghui finished speaking a long paragraph and took a breath, he urged him to go back to eat and rest, and he led Zhao Huayang all the way home.
When they got home, the food was already on the table and no one was waiting for them. Zhao Guozhi washed his hands and face and walked out, only to find an extra bowl of rice on his seat.
The yellowish rice is steamed until it is crystal clear, and on top is piled some fried green vegetables, a few pickles, and yellow and white sweet potato chunks.
The food is piled up so high in the rice bowl.
Seeing him leading Zhao Huayang to sit down, He Guizhi glared at her little son unhappily, "It's so hot, what's wrong with you to walk home in the scorching sun? Don't you know to come back in the afternoon when the sun is not so hot?"
Zhao Guozhi picked up the rice bowl, took two big mouthfuls, chewed and swallowed it, then smiled ingratiatingly at the old lady amid the different expressions of the family.
"Mom, how could I be so stupid? But I met Huayang's teacher. He told me that Huayang not only didn't do his homework when he returned to school, but he also caught him copying his classmates' homework.
The teacher asked me to take good care of him, otherwise the school would ask the village to stop Huayang from going to school, lest his behavior would lead other students astray.”
After saying this, Zhao Guozhi glanced at the family members who all put down their bowls and chopsticks with frowned faces at the same time, then looked at his nephew who was shrinking his neck like a little quail and not saying a word. He shook his head and continued to eat with his head down.
Eat quickly. If you don’t eat now, you might not be able to eat later.
When Xingxing heard her father's words, she was confused for a moment, then she put the small wooden spoon back into her sister's hand and lowered her head to eat.
Although the food at home was not particularly delicious, Xingxing did not dislike it. Instead, when her mother left the steamed sweet potato in her bowl for her father, she shared the only sweet sweet potato in her bowl with her mother.
I remember that my father once hugged another star and said a lot of things to him.
It is said that Xingxing is a little man, and when his father is not at home, he must protect his mother and sister for his father.
It is said that the stars and the moon were picked from the sky by mother with great effort, so the stars and the moon must be happy so that they will always shine brightly.
The amazing thing is that both stars could understand these words.
So even though in the plot, the father is lazy, greedy, unmotivated and unhardworking, Xingxing does not think he is a bad guy or a bad person.
Xingxing also listened to him and protected her mother and sister when he was away.
Now that dad is back, Xingxing starts to take care of himself.
Fill my stomach and then watch the fun with dad.
To say it was lively is not quite right.
At least for dad, aunt, and grandma, the fact that Zhao Huayang's parents were reported by the teacher and might even be expelled from school was definitely not a good thing.
He Guizhi couldn't swallow her rice anymore. She glanced at her eldest son, whose expression was as gloomy as water, and then looked at her eldest daughter-in-law, who was full of sorrow and didn't know what to do. Finally, her old but sharp gaze fell on her eldest grandson, who kept his head down and remained silent.
"Huayang, lift your head up! Why are you staring at your crotch? You don't know how to face up to your wrongdoings. Do you want to hide in your crotch and never be able to hold your head up again for the rest of your life?" Compared to the past, He Guizhi's voice was not fierce, but rather unusually calm.
When Zhao Huayang raised his head and revealed his red eyes from crying, He Guizhi twitched the corners of her mouth, not angry, but calmly said: "Tell me, why did you say you had finished your homework when your mother asked you this morning?"
Being lazy is not scary; what is scary is being a habitual liar.
It is said that a child's character can be seen at the age of three. Zhao Huayang is already 8 years old this year. He is in the second grade of primary school. He is a cultured person with more knowledge than this old lady. However, he does not do his homework, lies to his parents, and even copies other people's homework to study perfunctorily at school...
This is by no means a trivial matter that can be glossed over.
Facing his grandmother's questioning gaze, Zhao Huayang hesitated for a long time before stammering, "Grandma, I... I... there are too many questions, I can't finish them at all..."
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a sudden "bang" sound. Zhao Guodong, who had been taciturn all the time, suddenly slammed the chopsticks in his hand on the table.
"Still lying!" He stared at his son seriously, stood up and picked up the long and thick stick that was placed at the door and was usually used as a pestle to carry grain. He turned around and picked up Zhao Huayang who was sitting in front of the dining table with one hand and was about to hit him with the stick.
"——Mom!!" Zhao Huayang was so frightened that his throat was broken. Before the stick even landed on him, his face turned pale and he cried for help from his mother.
Liu Cuifen was also frightened by her man, seeing him holding such a long and thick stick, which was enough to beat a cow! Her son was only 8 years old, how could his little body withstand a blow from an angry man! ?
She stood up immediately, not caring about anything else. As the man raised his stick, she hugged her son and held him in her arms, shouting, "Zhao Guodong! What are you doing? Can't you just talk it out? Who are you going to beat to death? If it's not your baby, you don't feel bad, do you?!"
As he spoke the last part, there was an obvious tone of tears in his voice.
Xingxing watched this scene, listened to their respective voices, hugged her sister, covered her ears, but what she saw were the tears falling from the aunt's eyes.
In the whole family, she was the saddest and most painful.
I hate my son for not living up to his expectations, I hate my husband for being too cruel, and I hate myself for being uneducated and not knowing my son's learning progress...
She shed tears and protected her son. Although she didn't let Zhao Guodong's stick fall on her son, she herself did not show any mercy and slapped Zhao Huayang hard one slap after another, crying and asking him why he always lied, when did he learn to be bad, and whether he could change for the better...
Zhao Huayang cried and admitted his mistake. The 8-year-old boy had been living in fear since he was discovered by the teacher in the morning until now, which was an unbearable torture.
But his crying of admitting his mistake could not cover up the other childish and calm voice.
"Grandma, I want to go to school, too."
Zhao Yuanyuan watched this farce coldly, feeling both disdain and knowing that her chance had come, so she took the opportunity to put down her bowl and chopsticks and began to fight for herself.
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