Chapter 468: Thoughtfulness (for the reward from the book friend "Jinyiwei: Rongrong")
Manbao nodded in agreement, "I hate them."
How dare she curse her mother? From childhood to adulthood, no one has ever dared to curse her mother like that.
Aunt Lai smiled and told her, "It wasn't there back then. Even though your mother had a hard life when she first got married, she was not one to be taken advantage of. She had a fierce temper. When it came to quarreling and fighting, no other daughter-in-law in the village could be as good as her."
Manbao supported his chin and listened to stories for the whole afternoon until his legs became numb and the sunset was about to set. Xiao Qian couldn't find any trace of the children in the yard, and then she realized that they were still listening to stories under the banyan tree.
Little Qian stood at the gate, holding her waist, and shouted towards the banyan tree: "Wulang, Liulang, Manbao, it's time for dinner - bring the children back quickly."
Only then did everyone realize that the sun was setting, and they immediately dispersed. Manbao waved goodbye to Uncle Lai and Aunt Lai, and rushed home crying with his brother, nephews and nieces.
Xiao Qian pulled Manbao over and looked at Zhou Wulang and Datou with disdain. She asked, "You guys went to roll around in the mud. Look how dirty you are! Go wash your hands and faces quickly. We'll have dinner soon."
She took Manbao's hand and looked at it. Seeing that it was no longer red, she nodded and said, "Okay, go wash your hands quickly."
Manbao washed his hands and ran directly to Qian's side. He took her hand and said seriously, "Mom, I will definitely treat you well in the future and won't let Dad bully you."
Old Zhou, who was leisurely smoking on the side, said: ...
What did he do?
After Manbao and Qian made their promises, they went to hold Old Zhou's hand and said seriously, "Dad, you should listen to Mom more in the future and don't be lazy. Didn't you say that lazy people even dislike feces and urine? We can't be lazy people."
Old Zhou was furious and roared, "Did you go listen to Aunt Lai's stories? Don't listen to her. What if you become a gossip like Zhou Sanqi? Oh, no, a gossipy man... In short, don't listen to that nonsense."
When Datou saw this, he immediately wiped the water off his face, ran to hold his father's hand, and said seriously: "Dad, don't worry, I will swat mosquitoes for you in the future and make sure you don't get bit by mosquitoes again."
When Daya and Santou heard this, they felt that they couldn't fall behind, so they also gathered around, grabbed their father's other hand, and expressed their sincerity.
Zhou Dalang had no idea what they were talking about, but he was very happy, so he said cheerfully: "Okay, then you guys can swat the mosquitoes for me first before you go to sleep."
The three of them nodded immediately upon hearing this, indicating that there was no problem at all.
Zhou Dalang didn’t know why they said that, but Old Zhou knew!
He almost knew why the three children said that as soon as he heard it, because in the past twenty years, from the moment Zhou Dalang was tied to the tree, this story had been told countless times by Aunt Lai.
Old Zhou had heard it himself and also heard it from others.
God knows his son was tied up just once, and it happened to be seen by Aunt Lai.
Zhou Jin's memory was equally vivid, because it was at that time that his wife carried Dalang back to her parents' home, and he was beaten by his brother-in-law for the first time.
Seven years ago, Zhou Yin was also a frequent visitor mentioned by Aunt Lai. For some reason, she rarely mentioned Zhou Yin in the past seven years.
But for his son now, this "taboo" seemed to no longer exist. He could guess what Aunt Lai would say to him with just a little bit of his toes.
Old Zhou was so angry that his hands were shaking. That was all slander, and he was bringing up all sorts of trivial things...
Old Zhou felt a little lacking in confidence.
Qian pulled Manbao over, tapped her forehead and said, "You, don't take every story seriously. Auntie likes me and doesn't like your father. What she said is inevitably a bit biased. Just listen to it."
Manbao asked, "What is Dad like?"
"You haven't seen what your father is like," Qian said softly. "What you see is more real than what you hear, right? And you live with your father. How can others know more real than you?"
Manbao felt ashamed and said, "Isn't this what the teacher meant by listening to one side leads to ignorance, while listening to both sides leads to enlightenment?"
Manbao ran over and took Old Zhoutou's hand, saying with a guilty look on his face, "Dad, I'm sorry."
"What what what, what dark, what light?"
"Partial listening leads to ignorance, while listening to both sides leads to enlightenment."
Old Zhou said bluntly, "I didn't understand. Anyway, you have to remember that whatever Aunt Lai said is wrong."
Manbao asked with his mouth open, "Isn't this still partial listening?"
"What do you mean by listening to one side or the other? I'm asking you, do you listen to your father?"
Manbao nodded.
"That's all right, then you don't have to listen to what Aunt Lai said. And you guys," Old Zhou pointed at Zhou Wulang and Zhou Liulang who had just run back with them, "you're both eligible for marriage, yet you're still hanging around outside all day. What the hell is going on?"
After saying this, Old Zhou looked at Zhou Wulang with disdain and said, "Wulang, you should stay out of the house lately. Look at how tanned your hair, face, and neck are. I've already spread the word that I'm going to propose marriage to you. Maybe we'll get married after the summer and autumn harvests. How can you go out in public when you're so tanned?"
Zhou Wulang's eyes widened. "But, but I also have to go to the fields for summer and autumn harvests."
His eyes lit up slightly, and he asked shyly, "Dad, can I be like the big flower sister next door and not have to work in the fields before the wedding?"
"You wish," Old Zhou said without hesitation, "You're a boy, not a girl, so why do you need to raise a white child?"
"...Didn't you just say that?"
"I'm asking you to stay out of the house when you don't have to work. You're an adult now, and you need to set a good example for your brothers and sisters, nephews, and nieces, okay?"
Old Zhou did a great job of covering up his dark past. He couldn't help but complain to Qian before going to bed that night, "Aunt Lai is really something. The older she gets, the more she talks. She wasn't like this before."
"Then why don't you go and argue with her?"
Old Zhou was muttering to himself, not daring to go, but also unwilling to give up. "We have so many children, and my grandchildren are growing up soon. What will those words sound like to them?"
"Okay, I know what to do, go to bed."
Isn’t it just telling stories to the children? She can tell that too.
Being diligent and studious since childhood is a good reputation, and a prodigal son who returns is also a good reputation, isn’t it?
Qian didn't regret her decision. Yes, life was a little difficult in the first few years, but whose life is easy from the beginning?
In life, only the person who drinks the water knows whether it is hot or cold. Everyone says that her in-laws are bad and her husband is lazy, but they also have their considerate moments, which outsiders cannot see.
Moreover, apart from Zhou Yin's death, she was content with her life.
I will update 12,000 words today and continue tomorrow. You can go to bed early tonight.
(End of this chapter)
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