At this point, everyone's mood became heavy.
"Brother Lai," Huang Xiaosan shouted as soon as he saw them, "I've come to take you home."
"Xiao San is here," Huang Hai said happily, looking over. "He actually came to pick us up again. Looks like we've saved ourselves the ten-mile journey."
“Yes,” Huang Qingye said with a smile. “It was already difficult enough to bring us here, we didn’t expect them to come and pick us up.”
After all, traveling dozens of miles a day must be exhausting for even the oxen.
"Second Brother," Huang Xiaosan turned around, and after getting everyone into the car, asked in confusion, "Why are you back so early?"
Huang Xiaosan breathed a sigh of relief, realizing he had almost missed it.
"We've finished today's work," Huang Lao Er said, sitting down next to Lai Zi. "Go home early and have dinner early."
I don't know about others, but he was hungry.
"Then let's hurry back." Old Huang glanced warily at Lai Zi, then cheerfully beckoned everyone to get in the car.
The people who had performed corvée labor returned in oxcarts, and the once peaceful Huangjiakou suddenly became noisy.
“Son,” a woman with slanted eyebrows anxiously pulled Huang Hai out, “How was your day? Did anyone bully you?”
When she spoke, she emphasized the word "bully".
"Mom, what nonsense are you talking about?" Huang Hai glanced at Lai Zi guiltily, then quickly turned his head away. "No one is bullying me, and I don't have much work to do, so don't worry."
As she spoke, she pushed her mother up, saying, "Let's hurry home, I'm so hungry."
“Let’s go back, we’ll go back right away,” the woman replied immediately. “We’ve prepared a meal at home, and we’ve specially steamed two white flour buns for you. Let’s go home and eat.”
"Qing'er," the clan chief's wife said anxiously, looking her youngest son up and down, "Has Lai Zi bullied anyone?"
“No,” Huang Qing said impatiently. “Mother, don’t talk nonsense. It’s not good if someone hears us.”
“That’s not nonsense,” the clan chief’s wife said, pursing her lips. “Now that he’s become a government official, he’s probably thinking about how to get revenge.”
He used to dare slaughter all of Chunhua's livestock, big and small, over a single chicken. Now that he has power, who knows what he might do?
Thinking of this, the clan chief's wife regretted that if she had known Lai Zi had such good fortune, she would have treated him better in the first place.
"No, we won't," Huang Qing pursed her lips. "Mom, Dad is still waiting. Let's go home first."
Upon hearing this, the clan chief's wife dared not say anything more.
Because of what happened this morning, her husband already had a problem with her, and if anything else went wrong, he would be in trouble.
She's quite old, with a large family of children and grandchildren; she can't afford to lose face like this.
Lai Zi, who was in the car, didn't care about these words. After all, he was used to even harsher words.
Thinking of the food at the Huang family's house, she couldn't help but urge, "Xiao San, let's hurry back too."
"Yes!" Huang Xiaosan responded crisply and quickened his pace to go back.
When the three returned, dinner was already prepared.
Because there were people in the family serving corvée labor, dinner was more lavish than usual.
Lamb stew with radish, braised pork belly, stewed old duck...
As more and more people arrived, the main hall could no longer accommodate them all, so Huang Xiaosan built a makeshift shed in the courtyard specifically for eating.
“Mom, you’ll definitely be cooking dinner tonight,” Huang Lao Er said confidently. “My wife isn’t that good at cooking.”
"What are you saying?" Madam Xie rolled her eyes in displeasure, pinched his waist hard with her slender white fingers, and raised her chin slightly. "I really did cook dinner tonight. If you're so capable, then don't eat it."
“That’s right,” Jiang Nuan smiled with satisfaction, “Your wife is in charge of cooking, I’m just helping out.”
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