Song Min raised an eyebrow and casually pushed the kang table, knocking over all the bowls and spilling the porridge inside.
As Liu Zhaodi helped the bowl up, she said, "Are you crazy, child? Do you know how hard it was to get this rice? I had to borrow it from the neighbors, otherwise we wouldn't have any rice to cook tonight."
"It's spilled all over the table; we won't have anything to eat tonight."
Looking at his dilapidated home, Song Min thought, "How could I have parents like you? If I had been born into a wealthy family, I would never have to worry about food and drink."
Maybe he'd already be married and have kids by now.
Song Facai was also furious. He didn't want his life to turn out like this; it was all his fault for having a crippled leg.
Liu Zhaodi wiped away her tears, "When will this end for our family? There are still two weeks until we finish harvesting. What will we eat then?"
She didn't complain aloud, but she was seething with resentment in her heart. Her father and son were both good-for-nothings. If she had known they would turn out this way when they were so young, she should have abandoned them and married them off to other people. Otherwise, she wouldn't be in this predicament now.
Song Facai slammed his fist on the table. "Do you think I also want to live like this? I also want a good life, but I just haven't met the right opportunity yet, have I?"
Look at my crippled right leg. Even when I go out to do odd jobs, people look down on me. I work harder than others, but I only earn half the money. Do you think my life is easy?
I finally raised my son with great difficulty, only to have him turn out to be such a troublemaker, becoming more and more useless. If I had known it would turn out like this, I would have been better off not having a son at all!
"Honey, I didn't say anything else! Our family's real problem right now is solving the problem of food and drink. How can I cook without rice?"
"I can't possibly boil salt water for you to drink every day, can I?" Liu Zhaodi looked aggrieved. She was truly at her wit's end. She had to reluctantly ask her neighbors for grain, which was already her bottom line. Besides, none of her so-called neighbors were willing to lend her any grain.
Song Min was annoyed by their crying and wailing.
"I don't care, I want chicken! Find a way to get me a chicken. My leg is badly injured and needs to be healed. Do you want me to be a cripple in the future?"
The anger that had just ignited in Song Facai subsided when he realized his son's leg would leave him crippled. He didn't want his son to become crippled too.
"Zhaodi, go borrow a rooster from the neighbors tomorrow and tell them you'll return it during the autumn harvest. If they refuse, kill the hens in your house."
Liu Zhaodi wiped away her tears. "What are we going to do in the fall? We don't have much food left in the fields, and we're already struggling to get through the winter."
“I’ll try to find another job. I heard the Qiao family is going into business. I’ll go ask them tomorrow if they need any odd jobs. Even just delivering goods is fine, every penny counts.” Song Facai said, smoking with his head down, unaware that the expressions on the mother and son’s faces had changed.
Song Min looked like he wanted to eat human flesh. If it weren't for Qiao Xiaoni, his leg wouldn't have been injured.
To his utter surprise, this unassuming girl actually got into university. No wonder she was so arrogant. Thinking of Su Chenhao's warning before he left, he felt his right leg hurt even more. That kid went too far. He hadn't been able to move his leg for days. He wondered if it would become crippled after being dismantled onto the deck.
If he becomes disabled, he'll have no hope of finding a wife in the future.
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