Zhao Laosan held the grain, somewhat at a loss.
How come my little one, who used to be so oblivious, has suddenly grown up so much?
He quickly helped Zhao Hu up, then looked closely at the familiar yet unfamiliar face.
"It's good that you're back, it's good that you're back."
He didn't know how to speak, and spent his whole life toiling in the fields.
This made him rarely say anything to his children.
The only thing I said was to eat more, go find your mother, and tell her that she's over there.
After looking around for a while, Zhao Laosan carefully said, "Are you hungry? If you are, come home for dinner."
"I'm a little hungry, and I want to eat my mother's bean rice."
Zhao Hu carried his little sister in one arm and led the cow with the other, heading home.
Zhao Laosan then realized that his son had brought back a lot of things.
"Just go home, why buy so much stuff? Save your money, you're not even married yet."
Looking at the things on the oxcart, he felt a pang of heartache.
"How much money would that cost?" he asked, then looked at his son with a reproachful expression.
But after thinking about it, he didn't say the words of blame.
Zhao Laosan planned to have his wife scold the little brat when he got home.
The villagers behind him followed the oxcart to Zhao Hu's house.
A dilapidated little courtyard, a half-person-high earthen wall, and a small vegetable garden—that's Zhao Hu's home.
A woman with graying hair squatted on the ground washing wild vegetables.
Because of my age, my eyesight is not very good.
So she placed the wild vegetables in front of her and slowly began to pick them.
They were afraid of putting poisonous weeds into the pot to cook together.
She only turned around to look when she heard a commotion at her doorstep.
In the setting sun, some hazy figures stood outside the courtyard, and one tall figure looked particularly familiar.
Even without seeing her face clearly, she felt a blood connection.
"mother!"
The tall figure opened his mouth and spoke a familiar voice, which struck her like a bolt from the blue, leaving her frozen in place for a long time.
Only after Zhao Hu walked in, knelt on the ground and kowtowed did she tearfully help her son up.
"My son, my son, why have you only come back now?"
The woman held Zhao Hu in her arms, tears streaming down her face. She cupped her son's face in her hands and murmured to herself.
"My Tiger, you've gotten so thin outside, so thin."
Zhao Hu looked at his mother with tears streaming down his face, and said with a smile, "I've been eating so much meat and fish every day, I've gained a lot of weight, how could I lose weight?"
After saying that, he pulled his mother to the oxcart and said, "Look, this is the cotton cloth I bought for you, as well as cured meat and flour, and this ox. I bought all of these for you."
“Your son is doing very well out there, how come he’s thin?”
Looking at the contents of the oxcart and the robust ox, the woman couldn't stop her tears.
Looking at her grown-up son, her eyes were full of heartache. She patted Zhao Hu's hand and gently asked, "My son, you must have suffered a lot while earning so much money."
At that moment, Zhao Hu burst into tears.
People all over the world care about whether you work hard enough, but only your mother cares about whether you are tired or not.
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