Song Dahai took a deep breath: "Mother, don't be angry. Our roof was blown away by the wind last night, and we rushed over as soon as we fixed it."
Li Guixiang's sharp tongue and meanness were known throughout the surrounding villages. She was mean to everyone, not just others, but even to her eldest son.
Song Dahai was not good with words and was not as good at coaxing people as his two younger brothers, so the family felt that the eldest son was not as considerate as the second and third sons.
Although they were born of the same mother, Li Guixiang never had a kind word to say to her eldest son.
“Aren’t my second and third brothers still here? They can fill in for me while I’m gone.” Song Dahai was filial, but as time went on, he couldn’t help feeling uneasy.
"What are you saying?!" Li Guixiang was displeased.
“You know perfectly well that your second and third brothers are not cut out for this kind of work!” Li Guixiang said this offhand, as if it were second nature.
Back when they could still grow crops, Song Erhai and Song Sanhai weren't cut out for farming. Song Dahai would work himself to the bone, while the two brothers would sit under the eaves enjoying the cool air. When they went out to fetch water, they were too weak and not cut out for it. Even when these houses were being built, they stood by and did nothing.
However, she was his own mother after all, and Song Dahai didn't want to upset her. It was just some chores, which he could manage, so he didn't say anything more, silently left the yard, and started working.
On the other side, Liu Yuelan was tidying up the house. Last night, she had scraped all the thatch off the house, leaving it in a complete mess.
Song Ning moved a small stool to sit in front of the door, looking at the state of her home and thinking about how to make money.
Going up the mountain to find food is not a long-term solution; one must eventually find a way to make a living and survive.
But Nanshan Village is so poor that it's impossible to make a living in the village. Now, only peddlers carrying loads occasionally come to the village, and there's practically no business. They can only try their luck in the town.
Just then, a man dressed in tattered clothes suddenly ran over in a panic: "Er Ya, hurry and go see your father! Li Guixiang smashed his head open!"
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