"Chunhua, there are two kinds of people in this world. One kind is like you, who are willing to share good things with others. Such people are open-minded, optimistic and generous.

But the other kind of people are just the opposite. They are particularly selfish. When they see something good, they want to take it for themselves, regardless of whether it belongs to them or not. If they can't get it, they will find a way to destroy it so that others can't get it either."

Ling Chunhua felt depressed and uncomfortable.

When my younger brother saw the goose eggs from my aunt's house, he insisted on asking for them. My mother even helped him to get them, and when he couldn't get them, he smashed the goose eggs.

My mother and brother are just the kind of selfish bad people that my aunt described.

How could she have such a mother and brother.

Ling Chunhua was so sad and ashamed that she could hardly lift her head.

"Aunt, Mom is so bad, will you never like me again in the future?"

"Won't."

Yun Mo's answer obviously made Ling Chunhua overjoyed, and her tearful eyes were full of disbelief.

"Chunhua, you are you, and others are others. As long as you can be a kind, brave and honest person like you are now, your aunt will always like you and love you."

"Chunhua, there is an ancient poem that says 'The lotus grows out of the mud but remains unstained', which means that we should stick to our bottom line and principles when doing things, and we should know how to keep ourselves clean and not get involved in the dirty world."

Ling Chunhua nodded, not quite understanding, "Aunt, I understand. I will be a good person in the future, just like Lotus."

Yun Mo touched the other person's face with relief, "Be good."

When Ling Chunhua came out of the main house, Ling Chuan had already come back with the groceries and was standing in front of the cabin tidying up. When he saw her, he quickly waved at her.

After Ling Chunhua passed by, Ling Chuan took her back to the house and said, "Chunhua, what did your aunt say to you?"

"My aunt said that the lotus grows out of the mud but remains unstained..."

After hearing what his wife-in-law said from his niece, Ling Chuan felt slightly relieved.

The daughter-in-law is still willing to teach her niece, which means she is not angry with her niece.

Lunch was quickly ready, and Ling Chuan came to his wife's door with a nervous mood. He was not so stupid as to take his wife's angry words as the truth.

"Momo, it's time to eat. Everyone is waiting for you."

After a long while, the door creaked open from the inside.

Seeing her come out, Ling Chuan breathed a sigh of relief without leaving a trace.

"Momo..."

He was just about to ask what dishes would be for lunch today when Yun Mo walked past him with an expressionless face.

A trace of loneliness appeared in Lingchuan's eyes, and he followed his wife silently.

In the yard, Ling Chunhua diligently helped Yun Mo scoop up some rice, then picked up the chopsticks and handed them to Yun Mo.

"Aunt, eat."

Taking the chopsticks handed over by her niece, Yun Mo praised her, "Good boy."

Ling Chuan, who was standing by, saw this scene and made up an excuse to take his niece into the kitchen.

"Chunhua, from now on, your uncle will be able to scoop rice for you and hold chopsticks. Just take care of yourself."

Ling Chunhua nodded, not quite understanding, "I understand, uncle."

Compared with the usual warmth and joy, the atmosphere at the dinner table today seemed depressing and dull.

Everyone could see the low pressure lingering around Yun Mo, so everyone was very careful. Even Zhou Xiaowei, who usually made a lot of noise when eating, started to chew his food slowly and politely.

"Momo, eat some ribs."

In order to please his wife, Ling Chuan specially cooked sweet and sour pork ribs.

Maybe it was because she was in a bad mood or for some other reason, but Yun Mo didn't eat any of the sweet and sour pork ribs. If she didn't eat any, no one else dared to eat any either.

"Chunhua, you eat."

The man picked up the sweet and sour pork ribs from the bowl, and Yun Mo gave it to Ling Chunhua without even raising her eyebrows.

Although Ling Chunhua was small, she was very good at observing people's expressions. She opened her big eyes and looked at her uncle, then at her aunt, and carefully put the ribs aside, and only ate rice and vegetables.

Yun Mo didn’t have much of an appetite. After eating half a bowl of food, she put down her chopsticks and went back to the house.

After watching Yun Mo return to the house, Ling Chunhua and Zhou Xiaowei looked at Ling Chuan at the same time.

Ling Chuan suppressed his depressed mood, picked up the sweet and sour pork ribs, and put three or four pieces into the bowls of Ling Chunhua and Zhou Xiaowei respectively, and took the remaining half plate into the pot in the kitchen to keep it warm.

In case my wife is hungry in the afternoon, this can satisfy her craving.

After finishing the meal and taking a short nap, Ling Chuan took Zhou Xiaowei out to continue his business.

In order to prevent what happened in the morning from happening again, Ling Chuan specifically told Ling Chunhua to lock the door before going out. Except for him and Ling Jiang, everyone else had to ask their aunt before opening the door, including Li Li and Ling Jiale.

Ling Chunhua nodded heavily.

Yun Mo actually hadn't slept yet. She heard Ling Chuan leaving the house and his instructions to Ling Chunhua before he left.

Only when she heard the door close did she throw off the quilt and get up.

Ling Chunhua was playing hopscotch in the yard alone. When she saw her come out of the room, she ran up to her happily.

"Aunt."

Yun Mo touched her face and said, "Chunhua, play by yourself first. I will teach you how to write later."

"Um!"

Yun Mo came to the cabin and found that the egg liquid on the walls and the egg shells on the ground had been cleaned up.

Perhaps it was the double blow of losing his "beloved son" and the nameplate, Erbai squatted listlessly in front of the egg nest, his eyelids half drooped, and he didn't even react when he saw Yun Mo, his master.

Dabai was just the same as always, swimming carefreely alone in the pond, flapping his wings from time to time, apparently not affected at all.

"Erbai, come here."

Hearing Yun Mo's call, Er Bai reluctantly stood up, walked slowly to Yun Mo, and called her twice in a low voice.

What are you doing?

Yun Mo stretched out her hand and wanted to hold Erbai in her arms, but Erbai was too heavy and it took her a lot of effort to lift him up.

"Be good, don't be unhappy. I will protect your eggs well in the future."

As if he understood her comfort, Erbai put his goose head on her shoulder and let out a low whimper from his throat.

Yun Mo patiently comforted Erbai for half an hour and fed him some dried fish and spiritual spring water. Erbai finally regained his spirit and jumped into the pond to play with Dabai.

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Time flies and it's already four o'clock in the afternoon.

After running around for half the afternoon without succeeding in selling a single item, Ling Chuan and Zhou Xiaowei sat down on the curb to rest, feeling a little disappointed.

"Brother Chuan, there seems to be a clothes shop over there, do you want to go take a look?"

Ling Chuan looked over, and his dark eyes froze when he saw the silver shop next to the clothing store.

"good."

Most businessmen in this era are small businesses, and those who sell clothes often not only sell clothes, but also socks, slippers and other things.

The clothing store in front of you is of this type. The small store is divided into two parts. On the left side are various women's clothing, and on the right side is a whole wall of shelves with small commodities such as hair bands, combs, lipsticks, powder boxes, perfumes, etc.

(End of this chapter)