The iron gate of Lazi's house is closed very tightly.
Liang Erhua ran angrily to Lazi's house with Liang Qiuhua in his hand, holding a rake. Liang Dahua, worried about them, followed them.
Qiuhua thought that she liked her eldest brother the most, and usually looked down on her second brother who was idle. But when it came to being tough, her eldest brother turned out to be a softie. Without her second brother, she would not dare to come alone.
Liang Qiuhua has a softer personality. His mother is a kind-hearted person. His father and elder brother are honest people who avoid quarrels in everything they do and do with others. The whole family is too honest and easy to control, except Liang Erhua, who is unreasonable.
But Lazi had a bad temper inherited from her ancestors. She would quarrel with all the neighbors in front, behind, and on both sides of her house, and she would always return home victorious and in high spirits.
"Big Lazi, get out here!" Liang Erhua knocked on the door loudly with a rake.
"Get out here! You're bullying my sister. Ask me if I agree or not."
"A hottie, a bad guy, and two little bitches!"
The words were a bit harsh, but it was done for her own benefit. Liang Qiuhua felt secretly happy. She couldn't curse, but it was so important to have someone at home who could help her curse!
Bang! The door was slammed open from the inside.
"Liang Erliuzi, who are you scolding? You've come to my door! I'll beat you to death!"
Dalazi is five years older than Qiuhua. Thanks to her dead father, she is tall and strong, with a thick waist and round legs. Perhaps because of her hot temper, there are always two patches of high altitude red on her face, and she always wears a thin braid.
When Erhua saw her come out, he pushed hard with both hands and hit the rake against Dalazi's chest.
"If you try to steal the silk thread, I'll chop off your hands! You're the reincarnation of a poor, dead soul from your previous life!"
"Whose silk thread did I steal? Which eye of yours saw it? I haven't left the house today!" Da Lazi raised his eyes, full of gunpowder, and was not afraid at all.
"I saw it! I'm still holding you!" Liang Qiuhua, with the support of his elder brother, also stood up.
"Bah! I saw a ghost!" Da Lazi sat down on the ground and howled, "You three came to my house to bully me, and even wrongly accused me of stealing damn silk thread. You are just bullying me because I don't have a father! You have no shame!"
Liang Erhua took the rake and hit her chest without saying a word. Dalazi groaned in pain, and her screams were choked in her chest and could not be uttered.
She fell to the ground and rolled around, her body covered in mud. She got up again with a blank look in her eyes.
Erhua was about to argue with her, but Dahua saw that the situation was not good and something bad was about to happen, so he quickly grabbed him.
"Alright, alright, don't get into trouble!"
"What happened? You wimp, are you helping her or the girl?"
"Help the girl! Help the girl!"
"Let me go!"
Dahua held Erhua tightly and refused to let go. If he continued, there would be a murder!
As the two men were pulling, three small bundles of silk thread were thrown out from the dark iron gate. Qiuhua hurriedly tried to grab them with his hands, but only got two bundles, and one bundle fell to the ground and was covered with black mud.
"You second-rate bastards! I'll give it back to you. If my sister breaks it, I'll burn your house down!"
Little Lazi rushed out and helped her sister up. At this time, Big Lazi finally came to his senses, and there was a hint of fear in his eyes.
The scoundrel was not as tall or strong as her, but he had a sinister aura, like a wild wolf baring its fangs, which made people tremble.
Liang Erhua was dragged back unwillingly, cursing and looking unhappy all the way.
When he got home, he slammed the door with a loud bang. Liang Dahua saw how embarrassed he was and didn't say anything, his face looked unhappy.
"You throw a plate of wine in my face when we get home? Why don't you behave yourself in front of Lazi's door?" Erhua was so angry that his face was long and he was dissatisfied with everything. He threw things around and kicked over the bench at his feet. The corner of the bench hit Dahua's calf and he felt a lot of pain.
"You're such a bad temper!"
"Yes, you have a good temper, use it to head the ball!"
Seeing the two of them talking to each other, and seeing the silk thread in her hand stained with black mud, Liang Qiuhua couldn't help crying.
"Cry, cry, cry, all you do is cry. Look at your big face, it's so ugly that it's killing everyone." Liang Erhua was no longer happy with anyone, including Qiuhua.
This silk string is unusable. Silk string is very delicate and cannot be washed. If it gets muddy and then washed, it becomes rough and unusable. This is two dollars down the drain.
Thinking about how the family was barely able to make ends meet and how my mother hadn’t even had a good meal, she just said that country people were not particular and could survive on thin porridge and rice while pregnant.
After all the commotion today, Liang Qiuhua couldn't even go to school. From morning till dusk, she ate a bowl of porridge. Not only had she been beaten, but she'd also been paid for the silk thread. She felt like she was in a tizzy, almost suffocating.
Not only that, she also had to worry about being beaten when her mom and dad came back at night.
Seeing that it was getting late, she went to the stove to light a fire. They would still have porridge in the evening, but the adults had been busy all day, so they needed to fill their stomachs a little at night, so she peeled two sweet potatoes and added them to the porridge.
The bundle of dry branches that Dad brought back was a little wet. Liang Qiuhua picked up a handful of them, folded them into small pieces and stuffed them into the stove. She lit a match and put it in. Soon the dry branches started to smoke, and she hurriedly used tongs to stuff some more smoke in.
After waiting for a while, the smoke became thicker but there was no fire. Qiuhua put his face close to it and blew hard into it.
With a bang, fire suddenly spurted out of the chamber. Liang Qiuhua was so scared that he stepped back repeatedly. Fortunately, it only lasted for a moment, and then the fire retreated obediently.
She touched her forehead and found that all the hair on her forehead was burnt. No wonder she smelled the burnt aroma of burning pig hair.
At night, the family ate porridge by the light of a kerosene lamp. Xiaohua grabbed a large piece of sweet potato. Erhua saw this and quickly grabbed a large piece as well, fearing that he would be left out. Dahua and Qiuhua each had only a bowl of porridge.
"Mom..." Qiuhua almost buried her face in the bowl, "The hot peppers have stained a bunch of silk threads."
She didn't dare to look at her mother's face, knowing it would definitely not look good.
"I leave the door unlocked every day when I go out."
Liang Erhua kept muttering in a bad mood.
Mom didn't stop eating, but she ate slowly. She looked at Qiuhua in the dim light, and the hair on her forehead was burnt and curly.
Dad finished eating in a few gulps, leaving only the sweet potato pieces in the bowl. He pushed the bowl over, used chopsticks to push the pieces against the bowl and gently picked them up, and the sweet potato pieces turned over and fell into Qiuhua's bowl.
"I left in a hurry today and forgot to lock the door."
Qiuhua looked up at her father, and tears appeared on his big face again.
"Just throw it away."
Dad loves this third daughter the most. Mom said that Erhua has the same temper as Dad. When Dad was young, he would quarrel with Mom and love to throw things around. All the things in the house were just broken and repaired, and then broken and repaired again. However, no matter how fierce the quarrel was, Qiuhua, who was in his arms, would not be hurt.
Liang Qiuhua's name is the most similar to the four of them, and of course it wasn't given by my parents. When my father went to register his household registration, they asked what name he wanted. He said he hadn't decided yet, so he just called her "Sister," Liang Meimei.
People were very disgusted and said there was no such casual name, so they helped to give her the name Liang Qiuhua.
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