Yang Erbao certainly wouldn't dare; if he did, things wouldn't have come to this.
He had always been filial and obedient. This time, he blamed Mo Yan and wanted to teach her a lesson, make her come back and apologize, and save face. He just didn't expect...
Unexpectedly, in the end, he was beaten so badly that he couldn't get up. He doesn't dare to blame his mother now, but he doesn't dare to look up, afraid that his mother will see his bruised and swollen face.
If we see that, wouldn't it mean he's even more useless?
"Mother, I dare not. I am really a little tired. So many things happened today, and I feel upset. I just want to rest as soon as possible so I can go to work at the docks tomorrow."
"Mother, don't worry, I will absolutely not contact Mo Yan. I'll make them suffer."
Since Mo Yan is so heartless, he doesn't need to make things difficult for her, nor does he need to feel sorry for her. He'll just let them fend for themselves. They brought this on themselves, and it has nothing to do with him.
"Then why are you looking down and not looking at me? What were you doing just now? Didn't I tell you to go and settle accounts with her?"
Yang Erbao really doesn't want to talk about this anymore; it makes him feel ashamed whenever it's brought up.
“I went, but I didn’t think it made any sense. She was just trying to help the children.”
"Mom, I don't want to make things any bigger. If we escalate it and everyone finds out, the village chief and clan head will come looking for us. That wouldn't be good. Let's just leave it at that. From now on, we're two separate families, and we won't interfere anymore, okay?"
Yang Erbao refused to look up, not wanting anyone to know what he looked like.
"Alright, alright, that's settled then. Go to sleep early, and don't have any contact with them again. I'll find someone to help you find a new, obedient wife, understand?"
Yang Erbao nodded as if he had heard, and then went inside.
Back in the courtyard, he saw that it was now somewhat empty.
The children used to play and laugh here, and Mo Yan would gather herbs, saying that they would save some money to rebuild their house. At that time, he thought Mo Yan was going too far; how could she think like that?
Those people in the village who separated their families are heartless. It would be so much better if the whole family stayed together. Mother could see him more often and appreciate his contributions, which she never did before.
It's nice that the whole family lives together; it's lively and cheerful. Besides, Mom said she'll take care of the children in the future. He thinks Mo Yan is stingy, unreasonable, and heartless.
But she never imagined that he was a son, a husband, and a father.
Although the eldest son is lazy and irresponsible, he still cares about his children and knows to leave some money for their families.
Yang Erbao was different; he handed over all his earnings, and he also made Mo Yan hand them all over as well.
He returned to the room, but everything was gone—the bed, the cabinets, the table, the chairs—all of which were Mo Yan's dowry.
He could only stay in the children's rooms, where the beds were small and there wasn't much stuff.
From today onwards, he'll be all alone, and no one will ever ask him if he's tired again.
He was in physical pain, but his heart was in even greater pain.
His face was burning with pain, coming in waves, and he couldn't fall asleep no matter what.
...
At dawn, the sun rises from the horizon.
Mo Yan climbed onto the roof to tidy it up. No one had lived there for several years, and if it wasn't cleaned up now, it would leak when it rained.
Several children went to collect stones. They spread small stones in the yard, then mixed sand and glutinous rice together and applied it on top, making it look very pretty.
Mo Yan also told them that they could decorate it however they liked. There were two vegetable plots in front of and behind the house, which the original owner had planted with vegetables. Now, eggplants and green beans were hanging on them, and they looked delicious.
There are some potatoes in the back too; these potatoes are quite small. [This is a fictional world with potatoes.] But they taste pretty good.
Their task today is to finish the roof and the yard.
Mo Yan finished making the roof almost done, and then Xiao Cao called her mother and brother to eat.
After waking up, Xiaocao felt better and no longer had that dizzy feeling in her head.
She volunteered to cook, making vegetable dumplings, boiling eggplant and green beans, and the porridge from breakfast. There was also a little meat that she couldn't bear to cook, so she left it there. Meat is a rare delicacy that you might not even get to eat during holidays.
Mo Yan called the two little ones to eat. The little girl's cooking was quite good. Although it was all stewed in one pot, it tasted great. Mo Yan planned to make braised pork for them in the afternoon.
Mo Yan told them to eat more, "You little ones, eat more. After these few days, we'll go to the mountains to dig for medicinal herbs. Then we'll send you to school. Little grass, whatever you like, Mom can send you to study."
The little grass shook her head; she didn't have anyone she liked. The only thing she might like was…
"Mom, I know, Xiaocao likes woodworking. Every time we go to Uncle Mu's house, she watches for a long time. She likes that..."
While Dahua was talking, he put some food on Xiaobai's plate. Xiaobai was using a clean bowl. The children said that Xiaobai was one of them and should eat with them. They shouldn't eat leftovers. Moyan agreed.
They did indeed become human once...
Mo Yan looked at the little girl, "Is this what little grass looks like?"
Little Grass nodded shyly, "Mom, I just think it's interesting that wood can be turned into so many interesting things, but I never thought about learning it. I want to learn embroidery, because I can earn money from it."
She just thought it was interesting and never thought about learning it. If she were to learn something, she would learn something that could make money. She wanted to make money so she could buy her mother a silver bracelet to wear in the future.
“If it’s interesting, take a look. It’s okay. You can learn whatever you want. As for embroidery, as long as it can be used to make your undergarments, that’s fine.”
At this time, we made our own underwear, and if we bought clothes from outside, we bought them from outside.
"Yes, thank you, Mother. I still want to learn. Can you teach me?"
My mother used to embroider purses to exchange for copper coins, which she used to buy sugar figurines for the children.
"Okay, Mommy will teach you. Mommy will also teach you carpentry. It depends on whether you want to learn small things or make furniture."
Little Grass: "!!!"
——
Yang Erbao left early in the morning, keeping his head down the whole way, not daring to let anyone see his face, until he arrived at the dock and then went to find the manager to start work.
Everyone was stunned when they saw his face. "What happened to your face? Did you fall or what?"
His face is really something, covered in bruises. Was he beaten up or...?
"Yeah, I fell." Yang Erbao simply said he was thrown. He was too embarrassed to say he was hit, so he could only say he fell.
"You must have had a pretty bad fall."
There are some things that everyone understands, but they are just kept quiet about.
If someone can survive a fall like that, they must have been in a fight.
Among the people working here were people from their village, who asked, "We didn't see you fall yesterday, when did you fall?"
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