Chapter 228: Not caring about the hurt face
Shen Qingqian glanced at his thin clothes, her eyes fell on his slightly red hands, which were obviously frozen. She let out a soft "huh" and walked home without saying a word.
Shen Yong had a hot temper, but he had been working non-stop since this afternoon and was very tired. He was too lazy to talk to Wang Hao, a real fool. He rolled his eyes at him, snorted, and left.
Shen Qingning carried the backpack, made a face at Wang Hao, and ran away with Shen Qingyu.
If she stayed in the same place with such a fool for a long time, she was afraid that she would become stupid too.
The younger ones didn't say anything, and Liang and Lin were even less talkative. They just kept walking with their heads held high, carrying the cotton.
Old Mrs. Chen and Old Mrs. Liu stood firmly on the side of the Shen family. When they heard Wang Hao say this, they opened their mouths and retorted without caring about anything else.
"Just shut up! Even if someone picks up a flower, it's still useful. Look at you," Old Lady Chen squinted at him. "You've only been at the mine for a few days and you're already in such a state. I don't know if you can survive this winter."
Old Lady Liu was so upset that she said, "Who are you calling stupid? You're stupid, your whole family is stupid! How could they do such ungrateful things? I think these flowers brought back by the Shen family will be very useful!"
Wang Hao was first despised by Shen Qingqian and his sister, and now he was openly slapped in the face by the two old ladies. He was about to lose his temper.
Unfortunately, before he lost his temper, someone came up to Liang and asked, "Mrs. Shen, what are these flowers for?"
Liang smiled and said, "It's nothing, really. My kids at home saw how soft these flowers were and thought of drying them to make quilts or clothes."
She didn't hide it, because they had picked all the cotton in the field behind the valley.
"Oh, this is really useful." Old Mrs. Chen clapped her hands and her eyes immediately fixed on Liang's backpack, but she just rolled her eyes and didn't say much.
Old Mrs. Liu and Old Mrs. Chen had the same expression, and they both watched the Shen family go home with their own thoughts.
Wang Hao was interrupted like this, and when he saw Shan Mancheng coming out of the Cheng family's house, he thought of the ferocity of the two brothers, so he swallowed the words that were on the tip of his tongue and went back with a lot of anger.
"Ahao, I just heard the Shen family say that the flowers they brought back can be used to make clothes and quilts. Hurry up and take your brother and the others to the fields to see if you can get some back."
Not long after Wang Hao entered the house, his mother came back and asked Wang Hao to get some cotton.
"No! Mom, don't listen to their nonsense. If flowers can keep warm, why haven't we heard of it in Beijing before? Don't be fooled by the Shen family!" Wang Hao said hatefully.
Old Lady Wang had cold legs and had to use a cane all the time when the weather got cold. Upon hearing this, she lashed out with her cane, "You're going to make a scene, kid. I saw Mrs. Wu drying those flowers this afternoon with my own eyes. Before you came back, she had already sewn a piece of clothing. Several people in our courtyard have tried it, and it's really soft and warm!"
Wang Hao was annoyed by his mother's nagging, so he took his two younger brothers to the fields again. However, they found nothing and were scolded again when they came back.
"If you can't find it, go to the Shen family and ask for it! If you can't get it, buy it. Anyway, you brothers must bring me a set of warm clothes this winter!" Old Mrs. Wang was also stubborn. She believed that clothes made of cotton were warm, so she insisted that Wang Hao go and get them.
Although Wang Hao is a scoundrel, he has one greatest advantage, which is filial piety.
In short, before going to bed that day, Wang Hao was entangled and didn't care about his swollen face. He went to Shen's house reluctantly.
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