Zhang Jing'an was not idle at home either. He moved the things that Xu Xiuping had packed into Feng Yi's new house.
He knew that he could have easily gotten away with it when he was asked by the police to assist in the investigation a few days ago. One of the reasons was that Feng Yijia ran away with injuries and took the initiative to distance himself from them.
Thinking about the torn wounds on people's bodies, Zhang Jing'an now becomes more considerate of others.
After moving all the things that had been collected at home, he looked at the three rooms with no shelter, and then paid a few young men in the village to help transplant some thorns from the nearby mountains to serve as a fence.
When this thing grows to a certain size, it will be better than a brick wall in keeping out bad guys.
Zhang Jing'an was busy bringing people in and out.
Meng Sheng, who was weaving bamboo mats at the gate of the next courtyard, looked at the movement here and guessed that Feng Yi's family would be able to move in soon and would have no worries for the time being. He couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth, and even his mother's usual nagging beside him didn't seem so unbearable anymore.
"It's said that you should marry a virtuous wife, but who has ever told you to marry a pretty one?
Wu Dalang's wife is pretty, but look at the result."
Chen Hongxing skillfully weaved a straw hat with wheat straw, and brainwashed her son whenever she had the chance.
She spread the word that her son helped Feng Yijia fight because he was a kind-hearted person, but she didn't believe at all that Meng Sheng had no feelings towards people.
In the past few days, from the village to outside the village, from facts seen with one's own eyes to stories heard from others, examples have been given from all aspects to prove that a man should not be greedy for a woman's appearance when marrying her.
The old mother's heart was about to break. She looked up and saw her son's nonchalant smile, and immediately said angrily: "What are you laughing at?
Do you think you are much better than Wu Dalang?
At least he has the skill of making cakes and is a city dweller who owns a property.
What can you do? What do you have?
Apart from being taller than others, what else can you compare to them?
Although his family was extremely poor, he had high standards and the girls he liked were all more beautiful than the other.
You're not afraid of not only being cuckolded, but also being killed!"
Meng Sheng, who was despised by his own mother and buried in the ground: ·········, opened his mouth but didn’t know how to respond.
However, Meng Qiang, who was doing homework in the room, laughed out loud when he heard this, scaring away a few sparrows perched on the roof.
Chen Hongxing was in a state of righteousness. The second brother did not fight back or retaliate, but from his expression, it was clear that he was an unyielding and unrepentant person. After hearing the third brother's laughter, he turned around and said angrily: "What are you laughing at? Why don't you do your homework properly!
If you can't get into college, you'll be worse than your brother.
At least the second one still has some strength. What will you have then?
Someone like you is not even as good as a woman when you come back to work in the fields.
By then, forget about marrying a beautiful wife. I don’t think any of the Eryas in the village would want someone like you even if they came to their house!”
Erya's surname is Chen. There are only two sisters in her family. The elder sister, Chen Daya, got married a few years ago. Now their parents keep Erya and want to find a son-in-law to inherit the family line and take care of her in her old age.
But these days the word "marrying someone at home" is not a pleasant word to say, Mengjia Village is poor and remote, and Chen Erya herself is not very good-looking. Now she is 23 or 24 years old and a real old girl, but she has not found a suitable person to marry.
Meng Chao, who was chopping firewood in the yard, was trying so hard to hold back his laughter that he could hardly hold the axe.
She bit her lip tightly and kept silent, mocking the third brother in her heart, saying that he had become stupid from studying so much and dared to run into her gun.
Meng Sheng didn't feel like laughing. He was really hit hard by his mother.
A few days ago, when I was cooking, I kept saying that if I marry a wife, I must marry someone who is good at tea and food, so that I can eat delicious meals in the future.
While working, he kept saying that he wanted to marry a strong wife who could help him with work in the mountains and fields and carry manure in the future.
If you see someone quarreling at home, you should talk about it. If you marry a wife, you should marry one who is gentle, docile and obedient to avoid chaos in the home.
He could tolerate all these, but he couldn't tolerate being told that he was not as good as Wu Dalang.
After much thought, Meng Sheng decided not to wait until Feng Yi's family moved in and settled down before leaving. The more important thing now was to find a way to launder some of the money he had buried.
With a lot of money, his mother would no longer think that he was only worthy of marrying a wife with a big butt and strong body.
He did what he thought. Meng Sheng looked at the sun in the sky, threw down the half-woven basket in his hand, ran back to his room, packed two sets of clothes, took a kettle and filled it with cold water, came out, pushed his bicycle and walked out of the yard.
As he walked, he explained, "Mom, I was wandering around the county for two days the other day and saw a few construction sites hiring people. I'm going to see if I can find a job.
I guess he won’t be back in the next few days!"
After he finished speaking, he got on his bicycle and ran away.
Chen Hongxing felt a little annoyed and anxious when she saw her son rush out the door like a gust of wind.
I regretted that I had spoken too harshly and irritated the other person.
The man was worried that he would starve if he didn't ask for money and went to the city without food or drink.
She dropped the things in her hands, stood up and ran out the door, trying to call him back, but her legs were not as fast as the wheels of a bicycle. After a few steps, she couldn't even see Meng Sheng's shadow.
I could only turn around and go back to the yard to continue working, secretly comforting myself that the second brother is already in his twenties, and if he really can't stay outside anymore, he will definitely know to come back.
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