Zhang Meng was very happy that the little guy had this idea. "If you don't want it, I won't take you out to work in the future." Zhang Meng deliberately put on an angry face.
Xiaobao was startled, biting his lip and hesitating for a long time before he stretched out his short little hand and slowly took the hundred-yuan bill.
Seeing that he accepted it, Zhang Meng finally showed a satisfied smile.
At this moment, Zhang Dahu's anxious wife suddenly rushed out of the broken house.
"Xiaobao, son." Zhang Dahu's wife hugged Xiaobao tightly at the door.
"Mom, you're going to strangle me to death." Xiaobao shouted with a blue face.
Zhang Dahu's wife was so frightened that she quickly let go of the hands that were holding him and nervously touched his body, "Where does it hurt? I'm sorry, Mom didn't mean it."
After breathing in the fresh air, Xiaobao's blue face finally returned to normal.
Seeing his worried mother, Xiaobao held her hand and comforted her, "Mom, I'm fine, don't be sad."
At this moment, he suddenly remembered the things that Sister Xiao Meng gave him, and immediately pointed to the pile of things that was taller than him, "Mom, do you see, these are all food. Now we have food at home, and we don't have to eat sweet potatoes every day."
During these days, because they did not receive any food after the division of the family, the three of them lived on the sweet potatoes given to them by the neighbors.
At this time, Zhang Dahu's wife saw a pile of goodies pushed to the door. She was so scared that her face turned pale. She immediately grabbed Xiaobao's arm and asked, "Where did this come from?"
Xiao Bao pouted and pointed at Zhang Meng who had been standing next to them. "This was given by Sister Xiao Meng. I went out to work with Sister Xiao Meng today. This money was also given by Sister Xiao Meng."
When Zhang Dahu's wife saw the 100-yuan bill, she was so scared that she immediately stuffed the money into Xiaobao's arms.
After moving her lips a few times, Zhang Dahu's wife immediately looked up at Zhang Meng and said, "Xiao Meng, take this money back. We can't accept it."
She knew very well how much her son weighed, and they couldn't accept the hundred yuan.
"Auntie, just take it. Xiaobao followed me out to do some work today, and this is his salary."
"But this, but this salary is too much, one hundred yuan." Zhang Dahu's wife said in a low voice.
Because they didn't know when it started, there were a lot more villagers gathered at their doorstep.
"It's not much. I earn more. Don't worry, just take it."
After talking to the mother and son, Zhang Meng was about to get in the car when she suddenly stopped and turned to the onlookers. She said, "If anyone dares to covet my apprentice's things, I, Zhang Meng, swear I will make him live to take them. Anyone who has such thoughts, remember this."
As soon as she finished speaking, Zhang Xiaohu and his wife, who were standing among the villagers, trembled all over.
What Zhang Meng didn't expect was that in order to help Xiaobao show off in front of Old Lady Zhang and her gang, she ended up causing herself some trouble.
When she gave Xiaobao a hundred yuan and a pile of food, many villagers saw it. Now, in the eyes of the villagers, being Zhang Meng's apprentice is a good thing. Not only can they make a lot of money, but they can also bring oil, grain, rice and flour home.
Because of this, the day after Zhang Meng gave Xiaobao her home, villagers kept coming in and out of her house, and they were all holding a child about the same age as Xiaobao.
What Zhang Meng couldn't stand the most was that the children they brought were all extremely dirty, or had two strands of crystal clear snot hanging from their noses, which was disgusting to look at.
"Xiao Meng, when my child was born, the old hen at home laid two eggs in a row. I think my son is very lucky. Can you take another apprentice?"
The woman who was speaking was a gossiper in the village, and everyone in the village called her Aunt Clay Pot.
She was now holding a little boy about five years old in her hand. Not only were his clothes dirty so that you couldn't even tell the color, but there was also yellow snot hanging from his nose. Whenever the snot flowed down his nose, the little boy would stick out his tongue and eat the snot that was about to flow down into his mouth.
Zhang Meng, who had been listening distractedly, happened to see that scene and almost vomited out the food she had eaten last night.
"But, shameless! Your son was born because a hen from your neighbor's house ran into your house and laid an egg. It wasn't because your hen gave birth to an extra egg. My son is the lucky one. When my son was born, my head of the family picked up a penny in the fields. That's how blessed he is."
The woman who came over rudely exposed Aunt Shabao's lie, and then proudly showed off her son's great deeds.
Then many women talked about how blessed their sons were. What was even more outrageous was that at the end, one family wanted their son to catch Zhang Meng's eye, so they claimed that the cow in the team had laid an egg.
After dealing with this group of villagers who came to visit, Zhang Meng really couldn't stand the villagers' toughness anymore. He immediately packed up the necessary things he had with him, said goodbye to Grandma Zhang, and quickly slipped away to the mountains to relax, preparing to sneak back in the evening.
After climbing up the mountain, Zhang Meng stood on the mountain and looked at Zhangjia Village at the foot of the mountain. The corners of his mouth curled up, and he turned around and continued to walk into the mountain.
In fact, the mountain behind Zhangjia Village has a name, called Wanqian Mountain. According to the legend passed down from generation to generation by the Zhang family, it seems that this mountain suddenly emerged from the ground in a certain generation.
Because of this, the villages near Wanqian Mountain have great awe for this mountain.
Zhang Meng walked deep into the mountains for about half an hour and finally stopped at the entrance of a cave covered with dense weeds.
At this time, a weasel in the innermost part of the cave suddenly moved its nose and immediately flew out of the cave entrance quickly.
I saw a yellow light flying towards my arms, and Zhang Meng opened his arms and hugged the yellow light.
"Xiao Mengmeng, you are here. I thought you didn't believe me and wouldn't come." The weasel rubbed against Zhang Meng's arms with mud on his face.
Zhang Meng's face darkened after taking a look at the yellow dirt stains on his clothes. He grabbed the dog's fur and threw it to the ground without any hesitation, warning it harshly, "Huang Qingtian, stay away from me. Look how dirty you are. You've even stained my clothes."
Huang Qingtian lowered his head in grievance and looked at his four paws covered in yellow dirt.
Zhang Meng thought about having to rely on this guy to lead the way, so she immediately changed her tone and said in a friendly manner, "Little Qingtian, please don't be angry with me. I can't help it. I'm human, and humans like to be clean. Please understand."
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