The summer heat meant that people moved their work to the morning or evening. On the hillside, Sanlaizi sat with his legs crossed. Not far away, several pigs, ropes around their necks, were grazing. Other pig farmers would cut grass and feed it, but he was lazy and simply drove the pigs to a patch of lush grass every day, herding them like cattle.
He had turned over a new leaf, and the children were no longer afraid of him. They had become familiar with him from the time they went to pick grass for the pigs. At this moment, many children gathered around him, listening to his stories about the land lord.
Sanlaizi's favorite thing now is to tell everyone the story of how the Earth God enlightened him and how he resolutely resolved to be a good person. Seeing the children's awe-inspiring eyes brings a wave of satisfaction. He used to be despised by everyone, and although some still dislike him, when families need help, they don't explicitly send him away. Even his mother, thanks to his help, no one mentions the past in front of her anymore. Everyone thinks that since the Earth God is willing to enlighten him, he's not that bad, and they're afraid of him blaming them.
Although he couldn't mess around like before, Widow Liu took care of the household affairs. He only needed to take care of a few pigs every day. After the pigs were out of the pen, he could save some money to demolish the house and rebuild it, and then he could get married. By then, the family could live a good life, which would not be bad. Thinking of this, his heart became happier and his mouth became more excited. Some of his stories were based on his own experiences, and some were made up. Anyway, apart from him and Mrs. Chen, the land master had never enlightened anyone else. Mrs. Chen was even better at making up stories than him, so there was no way she would expose him.
After hearing this, Tongtong came back and asked Zhu Xingtong, "Sister, didn't you say there was no land lord? Why do Uncle Laizi and Grandma Chen both say there is one?"
Zhu Xingtong glanced at the three beggars lying on the grass in the distance, then turned back and said, "No, I already said it was a lie to trick the kids."
Tongtong said, "It would be great if there really was a land lord. I could ask him to make me stronger so that I wouldn't always lose in cockfights."
Zhu Xingtong said, "If you exercise every day like me, you won't have to ask the God of Land for help, and your strength will grow."
"I won't, that's too hard." Tongtong shook his head. Zhu Xingtong didn't force it, "You've been playing for a while, hurry up and cut the grass."
"Oh." Tongtong mowed for a while, then raised her head and said, "Sister, why don't we kill all the rabbits? I don't want to mow the grass anymore."
"Then do you still want to eat delicious food? Buy fun things?"
"I do, but everyone says we're rich, and we can still eat delicious food and buy fun things even if we don't have rabbits."
"Who told you that? Our family is so poor." Zhu Xingtong said casually.
"Sister, you are lying. I have grown up and will not be fooled by you anymore. Our family is obviously very rich. Both my parents work and get a salary every month." Tongtong retorted.
"I said I have no money, so I have no money. Do you still listen to me?" Zhu Xingtong said and raised his fist at him.
"Listen." Tongtong lowered his head and continued mowing the grass. In fact, he had just lied. He wanted to become stronger so that he could defeat his sister. Then he wouldn't have to be forced to do anything by her. Just as he was thinking about it, he suddenly heard Zhu Xingtong say again: "Just mow your grass well. You will never be able to beat me." He looked up and saw Zhu Xingtong looking at him with a smile. He was so scared that he sat down on the ground, "How did you know?"
"Of course I know. Whatever you are thinking is reflected on your face. I can tell right away." Zhu Xingtong squatted down and continued to mow the grass.
Tongtong suddenly covered his face with his hands when he heard this. But he quickly realized that Zhu Xingtong already knew, so he put his hands down and encouraged himself, "I can't beat you now, but I will grow stronger and taller than you in the future, and I will definitely beat you."
"I'll wait." Zhu Xingtong replied lightly.
Tongtong felt slighted, but he dared not say anything. He just lowered his head and continued mowing. From time to time, he would look up to see his friends chasing him in the distance. After both baskets were filled with grass, Zhu Xingtong waved at him and said, "Go play. Remember, don't go in the water, or I'll beat you so hard that your parents won't recognize you anymore."
Tongtong looked at the basket on the ground and said, "Sister, how about I take you back first?"
"No, go play." Zhu Xingtong said as she lifted the two large baskets easily. If this boy hadn't been considerate since childhood, she wouldn't have cared about him.
Just as she reached the village entrance, she saw Zhu Youliang coming to pick her up. "A-Tong, do you have to cut so much rabbit grass every day?" Zhu Youliang asked distressedly.
"Tongtong also had it circumcised. This isn't a holiday. Usually it's the grandparents who do it." Zhu Xingtong didn't think it was a big deal at all.
"Why don't we sell all those rabbits? Your grandparents are old, and Tongtong is still young." Zhu Youliang suggested.
Zhu Xingtong thought for a moment and said, "Wait a little longer, there are quite a few little rabbits."
"That's fine. When we get home, I'll tell your grandfather to catch the bigger rabbits and sell them." Zhu Youliang took the two large baskets. Tongtong suddenly appeared from nowhere and said, "I can't sell them. I'm cutting grass to feed the rabbits."
Zhu Youliang asked curiously, "Didn't you secretly tell me at noon that cutting rabbit grass was tiring?"
"Dad, you didn't keep your word. You said you wouldn't tell my sister." Tongtong said angrily.
Zhu Youliang said with a smile: "Aren't I asking you?" "If the big rabbit is sold, the little rabbit will be sad." Tongtong said with some guilt.
The father and daughter smiled at each other, and Zhu Youliang finally said, "Okay, I'll do as you say. But how about this? We won't sell the rabbits, but give them to your uncle and his family to raise. That way, you don't have to cut grass for them, and the little rabbits won't be sad. You can also visit them from time to time."
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