Chapter 78 Mother-Son Bond
Hearing her boss's words, Song Chunxue was both angry and amused.
No wonder he's her eldest son; he's still the same scoundrel.
Yesterday, when I saw him working with Chen Xiang, I thought he had finally come to his senses and understood the difference between close and distant relationships.
In retrospect, he acted impulsively, angered by Chen Xiang's beating, and took the opportunity to vent his frustration when he saw her and Lao Si rushing up.
The eldest brother regrets it more than anyone else now.
She misunderstood; she actually thought that the two beatings last time had made the boss realize the truth.
“Mother, Chen Feng is carrying our Jiang family’s child after all. If you let her go back to the Chen family, it will bring shame to both our families in the future.”
Jiang Yeming lowered his head and forced a smile, saying, "Let's go pick her up together, and that'll be the end of it."
Song Chunxue, who had originally intended not to speak and had directly shut him out, couldn't help but burst out laughing.
"Boss, do you think your mother is as stupid as you?"
She said with a half-smile, "Do you think my decision to send her away that day was impulsive?"
"Ha, you want me to bring her back? Unless the sun rises in the west, why would I have driven her away and made things difficult for myself?"
"Are you out of your mind? Let's go to the Chen family together. Do you believe Chen Xiang will bring a bunch of people to make up for the beating you got that day?"
She turned cold and slammed the door shut. "Go yourself if you want to go. Don't bother me!"
"..." Jiang Yeming was furious when he almost got his nose caught in the door. He kicked the door.
"Then why did you get involved? Things have gotten so messy, and in the end I'm caught in the middle..."
Song Chunxue also jumped up and kicked the door.
"Knock knock knock!"
“I’ve said it before: you have to consider the owner before you beat a dog. They beat my son in my house, so it’s perfectly reasonable for me to beat him to death.”
With her hands on her hips, Song Chunxue angrily retorted, "Use your brain and think about this carefully. We are in the right in this matter. If you can wait ten days, Chen Feng's father will definitely bring Chen Feng with him."
"But if you come to their door today, I'll believe you if they don't beat you half to death."
"Anyway, I've said what I wanted to say and sent her away. It's your business when you bring her back. But from now on, your affairs are none of my business. Get the house built as soon as possible and get out of here."
After being yelled at, Jiang Yeming realized that his mother was only helping him for his own sake and for the sake of the Jiang family's reputation.
Her good mood these past few days was just because she felt he had suddenly learned his lesson and was listening to her.
He clenched his fist, turned around, and left.
"By the way, don't even think about the grain this year, there won't be any for you."
Song Chunxue raised her voice and shouted, "Don't forget to dig the water cellar. Don't drink the water from this cellar anymore. I won't care about your affairs anymore. Consider our mother-son relationship over. You don't need to be filial to me. Just pretend I never existed as your mother. Don't let me cause you to quarrel with Chen Feng."
Jiang Yeming suddenly stopped, looked at the broken basket in front of him, and kicked it into the ground below.
Jiang Hongying covered the child's ears, standing helplessly behind Song Chunxue.
As Jiang Yeming's footsteps faded into the distance, she whispered, "Mother, what should we do now?"
"What else can we do? We've got such a pig-brained son, we can only accept our fate," Song Chunxue said coldly. "Once he brings Chen Feng back, the two of them can go live in the kiln in the ditch and not get in the way at the door."
"Ah?" Jiang Hongying said cautiously, "But Chen Feng is pregnant..."
"She's not carrying my child. She's the one who's asking for it. If I let her run wild in front of me, I'm not Song Chunxue!"
"Given her character, if I don't kick her out, I'm worried she might drug me. Poisoning me is a small matter, but if it involves you and Xiujuan, who will I complain to?"
"This..." Jiang Hongying's eyes widened. "Chen Feng wouldn't be that bold, would she?"
"Hmph, you can try it and see if she dares." Song Chunxue scooped up a ladle of water to wash her face. "If I wasn't afraid she would do something reckless, do you think I would give chicken to a daughter-in-law like her who is so disrespectful to her in-laws?"
Jiang Hongying fell silent. Although it was somewhat shocking, considering Chen Feng's lawless nature, she felt that poisoning was something he was capable of doing.
It seems she should avoid Chen Feng from now on, and especially keep Xiujuan away from her.
The third and fourth brothers had been awake for a while, but they didn't dare to utter a sound because their mother was so furious.
The fourth son has recently figured out his mother's temper and doesn't dare to easily disobey her.
She's now very decisive and hard to fool, so he can only resign himself to herding sheep.
He should persist for a year, and after that he can go to school.
Noon.
Song Chunxue brought Xiujuan back from the fields.
Xiujuan is almost a year and a half old. She walks more and more steadily, and she doesn't cry or fuss when we go to the fields to hoe the fields.
I just want her to carry me when I'm tired.
She held the baby in one arm and carried a basket of wild grass she had shoveled from the ground in the other, dumping it at the doorway, ready to chop it up for the donkey to eat.
The two donkeys ate a lot of grass, and pulling weeds took too much time, so she went to the field in the afternoon to pull some sorghum so that the donkeys could barely eat their fill.
She had previously considered giving one of the donkeys to the eldest son, but now she has changed her mind.
If it's separated, a donkey won't be able to plow the land, and when we try to borrow it, we'll have to be mindful of Chen Feng's attitude.
Rather than put up with that, she'd rather work harder and support herself.
"Mom!" Xiujuan saw Jiang Hongying at the door and ran happily over to her.
"Hey, Xiujuan's back! Are you hungry? I'll make you some porridge."
As she spoke, Jiang Hongying looked up and winked at Song Chunxue, "Mother, I made jelly noodles, and I've already cut them for you."
"Okay." Seeing her like this, Song Chunxue guessed that nothing good was going on, poured the wild vegetables on the field, and went into the courtyard.
The door to the thatched kiln was open, and it was unclear whether anyone was inside or whether Jiang Yeming had brought Chen Feng back.
As Song Chunxue wiped her sweat, she walked into the kitchen, and Jiang Hongying quickly closed the door.
“Mother, the eldest son is back. Chen Feng didn’t come back with him. I saw that he wasn’t injured, but he was sitting on the threshold without making a sound. He’s alone in the thatched cave now, and I don’t know what’s wrong with him.”
Song Chunxue picked up the cold noodles, sat on a small stool, and drank a sip of the icy, sour soup, feeling completely refreshed.
"Mmm, it's delicious. Cut some for the child too; it's easy to digest."
"Mother, aren't you curious?" Jiang Hongying asked, seeing her unmoved expression. "He saw me with a stern face just now, and I didn't do anything to him."
"Then just ignore it. Why are you so curious? Be careful he doesn't take it out on you. You're pregnant and you can't fight back anyway. What if you hurt yourself? How will you explain that to your husband's family?"
Jiang Hongying could tell her mother was unhappy, so she lowered her head and carefully fed the child the porridge.
After thinking it over, just as she was about to ask something, Jiang Yeming appeared at the kitchen doorway.
He hung his head and said, "I went to Chenjiazhuang today, but I didn't go to their house."
Song Chunxue pretended not to hear and continued to eat her cold noodles with relish.
The cold noodles with fermented vegetable broth, sprinkled with chives and salt, were incredibly delicious. She got up and cut herself another bowl.
Jiang Yeming smelled the aroma of chives sizzling in oil, feeling both hungry and craving it, and couldn't help but swallow his saliva.
"Mom, can I have a bowl?"
“No, do it yourself.” Song Chunxue refused without hesitation.
"I didn't bring her back," Jiang Yeming muttered under his breath.
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