"Mom, I don't like Dad anymore."
Song Xiaoliu, who was concentrating on eating wild vegetable steamed buns, suddenly said this.
"What's wrong? Is he mean to you?"
"without."
Song Xiaoliu shook his head somewhat uninterestedly: "He didn't do that, but I feel like he doesn't miss me, mother, or sister at all."
Children's words are the most unintentional, but also the most heartbreaking.
Duan Dinglan's eyes suddenly turned red.
In front of the children, I tried hard to hold back my tears and not let myself cry out loud.
She originally thought that she was extremely lucky in her life, but in the end, she still felt unspeakable sadness.
Seeing her mother so distressed, she pouted and sobbed.
Duan Dinglan quickly picked her up and stood up, then walked back and forth, coaxing her softly.
Song Xiaoliu, who was standing by, suddenly thought of something: "Mom, does my sister want to say something?"
The mother and son looked at each other, and then their eyes fell on Song Rushuang at the same time.
The Song family knew better than anyone else that Song Rushuang was not a mortal but a reincarnated immortal.
So, she definitely wasn't crying for no reason.
Song Xiaoliu swallowed his saliva. He and Song Rushuang looked at each other. They seemed to have some kind of intuition about certain things.
"Mom, since my sister can grow dates, can she also grow other things?"
Duan Dinglan's first reaction was that it was impossible.
How can you plant whatever you want? Wouldn't that make you a god?
At this moment, Duan Dinglan suddenly remembered that Song Rushuang had held a lump of rice in her hand before, and later, she seemed to be unable to find the rice!
That's what I said.
Is it possible to grow rice?
Duan Dinglan forcibly suppressed the shock that arose in his heart.
She looked at Song Rushuang in her arms with a pounding heart and asked in a trembling voice:
"Xiao Qi, did you really grow rice?"
"Aiya!"
She nodded her little head heavily.
Duan Dinglan suddenly covered her mouth. Oh my God, she had given birth to a treasure trove for the Song family!
Song Xiaoliu's eyes lit up immediately, "Xiaoqi, are you farming the rice I gave you?"
"Aiya!"
"Wow, Xiao Qi is amazing!"
Song Xiaoliu immediately became happy, and the negative emotions brought about by Song Laoliu were almost dissipated.
Without Duan Dinglan's instructions, Song Xiaoliu hurried to look around the rice jar.
The results were not satisfactory.
The rice jar looks the same as it did originally.
Just as empty.
He was stunned for a moment, then walked back dejectedly.
Seeing his expression, Duan Dinglan knew that there was definitely nothing in the rice jar.
Somehow, seeing this situation, Duan Dinglan actually felt relieved.
The heart that was stuck in my throat can finally be put back into my stomach.
If her Xiaoqi is really that amazing, then she can't be her daughter forever.
As a mother of a child, Duan Dinglan also has to take care of her under tremendous pressure.
She has to live under tremendous pressure all the time.
But as Xiaoqi's mother, she doesn't ask whether her Xiaoqi is really a treasure trove.
She just wanted Xiaoqi to live a simple and happy life.
Thinking of this, Duan Dinglan freed one hand and touched Song Xiaoliu's head.
Song Xiaoliu was still a child after all. She was worried that he would feel disappointed, so she could not help but comfort him softly:
"Xiao Liu, Xiao Qi is your sister, not a real fairy. She can't always conjure up many things. Don't expect too much from her."
"Mom, I think my sister is just tired. Once she has rested, she will be fine!"
If you think about it carefully, those dates were not accumulated little by little day by day.
Duan Dinglan said softly, "I hope so."
No matter what the future holds, at least we have to live on.
Duan Dinglan knew better than anyone that the reason her family was so poor that they could barely make ends meet was because she gave birth to Xiaoqi.
The Chinese New Year is coming soon, and the whole family is not at home, also for them.
She originally thought that after Song Laoliu came back, she would be able to give some money to her brother and sister-in-law, and the remaining money could be used to buy New Year's goods.
This way, no one has to worry too much.
Who would have thought that the problem would lie with Song Laoliu.
When he came back this time, not only did he not bring back any money, but he seemed to have changed as well.
Duan Dinglan felt heartbroken whenever she thought of this.
But even so, she often comforted herself.
The boss must have become like this because of money.
After all, if the affairs of such a whole family fall on one person, that person will definitely feel a lot of pressure.
Even at this time, she was still blaming herself for not paying enough attention to Song Laoliu before, so she didn't notice it before.
if.
Duan Dinglan means if.
If Xiaoqi could really grow rice, it would be like growing winter dates last time.
It is also enough for the Song family to survive this crisis.
That night, Song Rushuang touched her birthmark and entered the space again.
The rice has piled up into a small mountain.
The whole space was filled with the rich aroma of rice.
Song Rushuang was ecstatic.
I just wanted to give it a try, but who would have thought it would actually succeed.
Her golden finger was born for the Song family!
Song Rushuang closed her eyes and thought of the rice jars in her uncles and aunts' homes.
In a short while, when she opened her eyes again, the rice in the space had almost disappeared.
The remaining amount is probably what every household’s rice jar can no longer hold.
Seeing this situation, it couldn't be better.
Song Rushuang, who was originally worried, was finally able to go to sleep without any burden.
The next morning, before dawn, Song Laowu tossed and turned in bed, sighing from time to time.
Song Wu's wife was undoubtedly woken up, and the eldest daughter-in-law muttered unhappily:
"What are you doing? Stop it, I want to take a nap. I have to go to town and wash dishes later."
"Wife, why don't you stay awake for now?"
"What's wrong?"
Song Laowu hesitated for a moment, but when he thought of Xiaoqi, he opened his mouth:
"What else could it be? Isn't it Lao Liu's family's business? We can go back to work, but my sister-in-law just had a baby. Besides taking care of the child, what else can we do?"
"What are you thinking?"
"I think we should send some of the food at home to my sister-in-law. We can bear it, but Xiaoqi is still drinking milk. If my sister-in-law doesn't eat something better, Xiaoqi will also be hungry."
As for how much he felt sorry for Duan Dinglan, Song Laowu couldn't think to that extent.
He just loves the child.
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