Chapter 87 Is Mother Satisfied Now?
In fact, Song Chunxue already knew what the two of them were doing.
She was standing in front of the sheepfold just now, and she could see from afar how the fourth and third brothers were beating people up.
Even the words spoken by the onlookers, carried by the north wind, reached her ears.
She glanced indifferently at the two bewildered brothers and said, "Well done. Making an example of them was a good move. At least no one will dare to look down on us openly anymore."
"Everyone talks about others behind their backs. As long as we act uprightly and sit honestly, let them say whatever they want."
“I’m so glad that you know how to save face for me. It’s also saving face for you, after all, I’m your mother.”
"Next time you encounter this situation, taking action is the right thing to do. If you swallow your anger, others will secretly call you cowards."
Song Chunxue walked ahead, saying, "Let's go back and eat, the food's getting cold."
The fourth and third brothers followed quietly behind her, as if they had encountered something similar last year.
But they did nothing back then.
Sometimes, if you suffer too much humiliation and get used to it, you really will become a spineless coward.
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Song Chunxue threshed wheat at home, her third brother helped her, and her fourth brother would take turns threshing wheat with her when he came back from herding sheep.
After lunch, the sun was shining brightly. Song Chunxue, wearing a straw hat, held a rope in one hand and a whip in the other, following behind a large stone mill pulled by two donkeys. The air was filled with the fragrance of wheat straw.
After threshing for a while, she and her third and fourth brothers picked up the wheat stalks and threshed the remaining wheat husks for a while.
After that, it was time to winnow and clear the wheat.
Only with the help of the wind can the wheat be separated from the chaff.
Song Chunxue sat under the big tree and looked around, but there was still no wind.
She got up and went back to the courtyard, waiting quietly for the wind to come.
Waiting for the wind to come requires patience.
She went back inside and drank a large bowl of sour water, then sat in the courtyard holding Xiujuan.
A quarter of an hour later, a gentle breeze blew by, and Song Chunxue quickly got up.
"Sanwa, the wind is coming, come and sweep the field."
She wrapped a headscarf and put on a straw hat to avoid being choked by the dust and unable to sleep at night.
Sanwa was also bundled up tightly. In previous years, he and his mother would do the winnowing of wheat together.
“I was originally going to let the fourth brother give it a try, but you’re off today,” Song Chunxue said with a smile. “Otherwise, I’d be winnowing wheat until midnight and still wouldn’t be able to put any in the pockets.”
Sanwa raised the corners of his mouth and said, "This is called telepathy."
Jiang Hongying, who was leading her child out to watch, laughed heartily, "Is this the third child's latest word? It's very accurate!"
This time, Sanwa wasn't shy. He picked up a big broom and, after his mother tossed up the wheat husks and the wheat fell, swept the husks floating on top to both sides.
Repeat this process several times until there are few impurities left in the wheat, then it can be bagged.
Before she knew it, it had been from late afternoon to late afternoon, and Jiang Hongying went to cook.
Song Chunxue carried the two bags of wheat she had already loaded into the house. There were still a few bags left, which she would winnow after dinner.
However, after the meal, she noticed that there was significantly less wheat left in the field that hadn't been properly processed.
One should always be wary of others, especially since she had already been on guard against some people and had marked them before entering the house.
Indeed, people's hearts cannot withstand the test.
When Sanwa saw his mother squat down to carefully examine the wheat and the footprints beside her, he knew that she suspected something.
When winnowing, a lot of dust and debris fall on both sides, and footprints are particularly noticeable on them.
Therefore, if you sweep away the footprints with a broom, they will still be clearly visible.
"Mother, is it too little?"
"Hmm, two winnowing baskets are missing." Song Chunxue got up and walked towards the thatched kiln.
This time, Sanwa didn't stop him.
"Boss, come out." Song Chunxue stood at the door and called out calmly into the room.
"Boss, why are you hiding? Are you feeling guilty?"
Song Chunxue lost her patience, and her tone became somewhat emotional.
"The boss isn't here; he went to the outhouse," Chen Feng replied from inside.
Song Chunxue stood at the door, waiting for her eldest brother to return.
Although she knew that the boss couldn't have done this, it was most likely Chen Feng who did it.
But as Chen Feng's mother-in-law, she couldn't very well argue with a heavily pregnant woman.
One should take care of one's own wife. Song Chunxue wanted her eldest son to keep a close eye on his wife.
Before long, the boss arrived.
"mother?"
Song Chunxue turned her head and said, "Do you know that while we were eating, two baskets of wheat went missing?"
The eldest brother was taken aback for a moment, then seemed to realize something. His eyes flashed, but then he returned to calm.
"I have no idea."
Song Chunxue sneered, "Dare you let me in to search?"
"mother!"
"Don't call me 'Mom.' You're all talk and no action. When did I ever teach you to steal? Weren't the beatings you received the first two times enough?"
The eldest brother lowered his head and said, "You can't expect me to discipline her the way you disciplined me, can you?"
"Oh, so you know who did it, but you're still protecting her?" Song Chunxue laughed. "You didn't do anything wrong, which means you're very protective of your woman and a considerate person."
“But I won’t tolerate this. Since it was your people who stole it, return it and let’s call it a day. I don’t want to yell at myself every day and make myself look petty.”
Jiang Yeming pursed his lips into a thin line, and after a moment, he lifted the curtain and entered the room.
A short while later, he came out carrying a half-sack of wheat and threw it heavily on the ground.
“You are, after all, my son. When we separated the family property, I wasn’t too stingy. If you had asked, I wouldn’t have withheld food from my son, but you insisted on stealing. I’m so disappointed in you.”
Song Chunxue looked at him calmly, "Considering that you defended me in front of others, I won't hold it against you today."
"It's my fault for not disciplining them properly. It won't happen again." With that, Jiang Yeming raised his hand. "Slap!"
Sanwa was taken aback, then quickly walked over.
"Is Mother satisfied now?"
Song Chunxue's eyes flickered, feeling as if she had been stabbed in the heart, and she stared blankly at Jiang Yeming.
He slapped himself.
"Brother, what do you mean by this? If you're going to admit your mistake, just admit it. Why do you have to act like such a despicable person?"
"Shut up! Who gives you the right to speak here?" The eldest brother glared at the third brother. "It's better for me to hit myself than for my mother to hit me."
"Smack!"
Song Chunxue raised her hand and slapped the boss across the face.
"Why doesn't he have a say? He's your brother, and he's my son. I've already said that Sanwa is in charge of this family now. Since you're unwilling to support me, and Sanwa is supporting me, then what's mine belongs to Sanwa too. If you take my wheat, you're taking Sanwa's wheat. Why doesn't he have a say?"
She chuckled self-deprecatingly, "I was so happy last night because you helped me spill Li Guangzheng's water that I couldn't sleep all night."
“Ah Ming, you are my son, a piece of my flesh. To say harsh words to you is like stabbing myself in the back.”
“I know my attitude towards you changed suddenly, and it’s normal that you’re upset, after all, you’re only twenty years old.”
"I apologize to you as your mother, but from now on, I really don't want to care about you anymore." Song Chunxue turned around indifferently, "Do whatever you want, I won't interfere."
“Go back to your room and sleep,” she said wearily in a low voice. “This wheat was originally meant for you, but I’ll distribute it to you after I’ve winnowed it.”
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