Chapter 43
The suffering family rode two bicycles at high speed.
It was like riding on a Hot Wheels, and in less than an hour we arrived at the entrance of Maluyaozi Village.
A group of old women were sitting under a big willow tree, working with their hands and chatting.
A slightly bald, slanted-eyed woman bared her yellow teeth and said, "Hey, let me say this old Wei woman is really cruel.
I just saw it.
The four children of her youngest son were bullied by the other grandchildren in front of her.
She didn't even lift her eyelids.
You didn’t see it, eight or nine kids beat those four, they beat them so hard, their faces were covered in blood.
Fists banged loudly.
The four children were quite tough. They just kept silent and stared intently.
How could she be so cruel? Not only did she pretend not to see it, but she also ate tomatoes there.
Didn't she adopt her little son?"
Chen Qingyi and Chen Qingfeng felt a pang of fear when they heard this.
Someone who knew the inside story snorted in the crowd, "Nonsense, she is the one who gave birth to the child.
I even helped when the baby was born!
It was because of the difficult labor and because she looked like my mother-in-law, so I held a grudge against her.
When my mother-in-law was still alive, I gave my youngest son to her to raise. When my mother-in-law just died, she almost laughed.
That day, he found a reason to beat his youngest son.
As soon as the funeral was over, she immediately went home and killed a chicken to eat. This person is stupid, vicious and evil."
Wow...
The big guy couldn't believe his ears.
Even a tiger doesn't eat its own cubs. Just because of such a small thing, he treats his youngest son like an enemy.
An old lady even forgot to fan herself, "If Wei Jianliang hadn't been so handsome and sweet-talking, he wouldn't have managed to coax a wife into his own home.
I'm afraid I'll be single forever.
That old woman didn't want to find a wife for her son."
"Keep your voice down, or the old woman might hear you." That old woman is good at throwing a tantrum.
In my hometown, cursing people is like singing a song.
After all these years here, I still haven't forgotten that routine.
Chen Qingyi's eyes were icy, and Chen Qingfeng's face was ashen with anger. He cursed loudly: "Madam, let's go and kill them."
"Walk."
Chen Qingyi picked up a thick wooden stick.
He went to his aunt's house in a rage.
Someone with sharp eyes saw this, put down their work, stretched their necks and stared, "Who are these two young men?
Why haven’t I seen it before?
He's quite handsome and wealthy, even riding two bicycles!"
A young wife sighed and said, "I'm afraid it's the educated youth from the nearby brigade."
"wrong."
The person staring at him slapped his thigh and said, "The bicycle stopped and went to Wei Jianliang's house. Now there will be something exciting to watch."
Without caring about other people, he rushed towards the Wei family with his short legs.
The others followed closely with bright eyes.
The Wei family at this time.
The youngest, Wei Baomin, had tears in his eyes and said in a sobbing voice, "I don't want to stay here anymore.
I'm scared... woooo...
I'm in pain, brother, I'm in pain, I'm hungry."
"Where does it hurt? Where does it hurt? Let me see it quickly."
Wei Baoguo ignored the pain all over his body, climbed up and held him in his arms.
The second oldest, Wei Baohua, and the third oldest, Wei Baojun, also limped over to comfort their four-year-old brother.
But he was grimacing in pain.
"This is for you to eat."
Six-year-old Wei Baojun swallowed and handed half a corn cake to his younger brother.
He quietly covered his burning stomach and remained silent stubbornly.
When Wei Baoguo saw it, his eyes turned red and he pursed his lips.
Watching his youngest brother wolfing down the food, he silently vowed in his heart that he would become stronger.
At this moment, an anxious male voice sounded outside the door: "Baoguo, Baohua, are you home?
Baojun, Baomin, I am Brother Qingfeng from my aunt’s family.
Come and open the door for us."
"Aunt, Brother Qingfeng?" Wei Baoguo's eyes lit up and he climbed down from the kang so quickly that he didn't even have time to put on his shoes.
He opened the door and rushed over.
Maybe she had seen her relatives, and her tone was fragile, "Brother Qingfeng, Sister Xiaoyi, you are here."
Chen Qingfeng looked at his brother who was as thin as a skeleton, and his anger reached its peak.
The twelve-year-old child is not even as tall as the ten-year-old Chen Qingshu.
The weight is only half.
Chen Qingyi pursed her lips and said, "Let's go inside and talk first."
When he got to the house and saw the other three, his eyes suddenly turned red. The big-headed dolls with blood all over their faces were huddled together.
Is he her cousin?
Those with hard hearts cannot bear this scene.
Without saying anything, he quickly took out millet, cornmeal, biscuits, glutinous rice noodles, chicken, etc. from the cloth bag.
She bought the biscuits and rice noodles specially at the Second Department Store.
"Eat quickly." Each person grabbed a handful and stuffed it into their mouths.
"Third brother, go and cook the millet into porridge and make it thicker." Millet is the best for the stomach.
Wei Baoguo quickly swallowed the biscuit in his mouth and said, "I'll light the fire."
He didn't refuse. His aunts and two uncles had helped them so much that they could never repay them in this lifetime.
The three boys in the room also ate voraciously, drinking only a bowl of porridge in the morning.
Add a corn cake the size of an egg.
I've been starving for a long time.
Chen Qingyi looked around her aunt's house. It was really bare with only two low thatched houses.
The kitchen doesn't even have a cupboard.
There is a crooked wooden shelf.
There are several bowls with chips on them.
The porcelain basin fell off.
There was only two handfuls of cornmeal in the rice jar at home, and there was no oil or salt.
This life is worse than that of the poorest errand boy in the pigpen.
Very abnormal!
Chen Qingyi thought of something, walked into the room and looked at the cabinet, her eyes turned cold:
"Baohua, I want to ask you, where is the quilt that Auntie gave you last time?"
Nine-year-old Wei Baohua's face was filled with resentment, "My grandma took it away from me."
"Where are the other things in the house?" No matter how poor the family is, this is impossible.
“Wow, wow, wow…” Little Baomin cried again, “Grandma, grab it, yes, there are good things, grandma, grab them.
Woo woo…"
"This is too much." Chen Qingyi slapped the kang hard.
"Don't be afraid, Sister Xiaoyi will avenge you in a moment and beat them so badly that they can't take care of themselves.
Until you kneel down and admit your mistake.
Drink more porridge later so you can have more energy and cheer me up. Cheer loudly, okay?"
The three of them nodded heavily.
Each person drank two large bowls of porridge, and the smallest guard also drank a large bowl.
The porridge was so thick that it covered the little mouth.
"Baoguo, don't you want to eat something? There's still some in the pot." Chen Qingfeng wanted to give him another bowl.
This is when children of this age are most able to eat.
Wei Baoguo shook his head and said, "I won't eat it anymore. I'll leave the rest for Mom."
They are all good kids.
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