"Okay, okay, stop acting."
Erhua impatiently threw the sickle to the ground, and the "clang" sound scared Zhang Xiaomei.
"Look at yourself, you have a thick waist and big arms, you eat well, you are just lying with open eyes!"
Zhang Xiaomei glared with her almond-shaped eyes, looking quite shy.
In fact, Erhua’s words are absolutely correct.
When Sun Jianliang was still alive, Zhang Xiaomei was dark and thin, and looked hungry and listless every day.
A year and a half ago, Sun Jianliang went to blast a mountain and was killed by the rubble. Zhang Xiaomei became the widow Zhang and went to the town to make a scene. It is unknown how much compensation she received later. All we know is that the widow Zhang wiped her tears and snot, patted her butt and left.
Logically speaking, Aunt Sun should also have a share of the pension, but she didn't see a penny, and she had to hand over all the money that Tang Sannan subsidized her for cooking every month. In the end, she didn't get a good ending, and her grandson couldn't even touch it.
In a blink of an eye, her son was almost two years old, and Widow Zhang became more and more handsome.
She was not ugly to begin with, and her pair of almond-shaped eyes always seemed to be filled with water. As her life became more comfortable, she became more and more plump. I don’t know if it was because her dark skin was stretched out, but gradually turned white.
Now when the villagers mention Zhang Xiaomei, they privately call her "that widow Zhang."
Widow Zhang knew she couldn't win the argument with Erhua, so she pushed her son into the yard and said, "Old woman, keep an eye on your grandson."
After saying that, he twisted his butt and left.
The little baby was pushed in and looked around, feeling unfamiliar. He turned around to look for his mother, but Widow Zhang had already turned a corner and disappeared.
"My dear little darling." Aunt Sun was overjoyed and hugged her grandson in her arms.
The little guy looked at Luo Zhen, then at Erhua who had a fierce look on his face, and burst into tears.
"Look how scared the child is! Go inside right now!"
Erhua has never been despised by Luo Zhen like this before, but today it’s all because of this stinky boy with his bare butt!
Luo Zhen brought a wooden basin and a handkerchief, and carefully washed Xiao Maodan's face and hands. She also took out the cantaloupe from home, asked Erhua to remove the rind and pulp, and cut it into thin slices for Xiao Maodan to eat.
The little guy leaked juice while eating, and Luo Zhen patiently used a handkerchief to catch the juice under his chin. After he finished eating a few slices of melon, the child's clothes were not wet at all.
Little Maodan was very naughty. After eating the melon, he started digging here and there in the yard. Aunt Sun chased after him.
"Slow down, slow down!" Aunt Sun was chasing after him. The little guy clapped his hands and ran unsteadily. He twisted his foot and fell to the ground.
Aunt Sun was heartbroken and kept shouting, "My darling, my darling!" and picked him up and patted him again and again.
The winter melon vines by the wall have blossomed, and little Maodan picked them one by one. Well, I'm afraid we won't be able to eat winter melon this year.
Luo Zhen followed Xiao Maodan with his eyes, and now he simply stopped what he was doing, moved a bench and sat in front of the door.
When little Maodan was chasing the chicks, Luo Zhen giggled along; when little Maodan fell on his butt, Luo Zhen was so anxious that she wanted to go over and help him.
Erhua knew that she liked children.
A few days later, Erhua went to the field to pick vegetables. Unfortunately, Widow Zhang was also there, as the fields of the two families were not far apart.
Although it was autumn, it was not very cold yet. She still sweated profusely while working. Perhaps because it was hot, Widow Zhang wore a round-necked sleeveless shirt.
She was squatting in the field pulling weeds. Erhua walked over from a distance and saw the white patch on her chest.
She stood up, wiped the sweat off her face and prepared to leave. The moment she bent down to pick up the hoe, the slit on her side was lifted up, and the beauty of her waist was exposed.
"Hey, Erhua, when did you come?"
Widow Zhang was about to leave, but when she turned around and saw Erhua picking vegetables behind her, she smiled, put down what she was holding, and decided not to leave.
Erhua was busy picking vegetables and didn't even look up at her. He just said "hmm".
"Hey, you were so busy working that you didn't even look up at me?"
Widow Zhang's words today were not as harsh as usual, and her tone was full of twists and turns and not at all pleasant.
"What's so good about you? I have good-looking people at home."
Erhua picked up a stone from the ground, threw it out with force, turned around and grabbed a few more handfuls, and the basket was full.
"You're talking about your love for each other in front of a widow like me! You're clearly bullying me!" The more Erhua ignored her, the more excited she became. She changed her tone and said, "I'm so envious!"
Erhua walked up to the edge of the field, rubbed the mud off his shoes on the green grass, then looked at her and said, "Don't give me that. When Sun Jianliang was around, you didn't seem to get along that well with him!"
These words are really vicious. If another woman dies and a man hears these words, he will want to commit suicide.
Widow Zhang, however, still had a smile on her face as she said, “No matter how beautiful your family is, it’s still lame. How can it compare with mine?
Besides, how long have you been married? You haven't even conceived an egg. I think you're just a chicken that doesn't lay eggs!"
"If you keep talking nonsense, I'll give you a hoe! Widow Zhang, listen carefully, it's my fault that Luo Zhen isn't pregnant yet. The next time I hear you say anything bad about her, I'll teach you a lesson!"
Erhua's face was long. Widow Zhang saw that the situation was not good, so she walked over and raised her hand to pat his chest, but Erhua took a step back, leaving her empty-handed.
"Oh, you're really angry now? I was just saying it casually."
Erhua didn't say anything. Widow Zhang felt bored, shook her round waist, and left with the hoe.
Erhua started walking only after she was far away. But after taking a few steps, he slipped and fell into the ditch.
"Fuck, what kind of screen did Widow Zhang put up!" Erhua took a look and found that there was a silk handkerchief on the ridge of the field. It was very slippery.
He stood up cursing, the left half of his clothes was covered in mud. It had rained yesterday, and the mud was wet on his body and he couldn't shake it off.
Kicking the handkerchief away, Erhua continued walking back, but after two steps he turned back and picked up the handkerchief from the field.
The handkerchief is made of silk and has a pink flower embroidered on it. If you get close to it, you can smell its fragrance.
Erhua cursed in his heart: Slut!
Luo Zhen said she was sleepy right after dinner. Erhua saw that she was worried these days, so he brought her some water and asked her to take a shower and go to bed early.
He walked around the yard in the dark for a while, then looked at the winter melon vines by the wall in the moonlight.
Wow, there’s not a single flower left!
Thinking that the vine would not bear winter melons, there was no point in keeping it, so he picked up the roots and pulled it up along the vine, then leveled the soil.
After doing all this, I found that the master had also fallen asleep and it was pitch black all around.
Perhaps because he had been working, Erhua was not sleepy at all, but rather very excited.
Thinking of what Widow Zhang said during the day and the slippery handkerchief, Erhua had an idea in his mind:
Let’s go! Let’s go to Widow Zhang’s house!
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