Xiaoxiao is Xiao Jiahua's nickname, and the villagers have been calling him that since he was a child.
Zhao Yong wanted to help her, but was blocked by the little monkey's golden hoop.
"Mom, use this!" Xiao Dabao handed over the branch as if presenting a treasure.
Zhao Yong had no choice but to withdraw his hand. Concern and shyness were so strong in his heart that they could not be dissolved.
He is two years older than Xiao Jiahua, and they can be considered childhood sweethearts. He is a handsome man with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and he looks great and upright.
Unfortunately, Xiao Jiahua doesn’t like muscular men and automatically blocks out his charm.
Xiao Jiahua stood up with the help of a branch and politely distanced himself: "Brother Zhao Yong, thank you, I'm fine."
"Xiao Jiahua, everyone is busy with the autumn harvest, why are you running to the river alone?" the female educated youth said in a bad tone.
Chen Manling had just waited for Zhao Yong at the foot of the mountain, but before she could say a word, she was interrupted by the appearance of the naughty kid.
Xiao Jiahua knew that she was not a good person.
During this period, there were mainly two types of educated youth who went to the countryside.
One type is the older generation who studied there several years ago and were unable to find a job after graduation.
The other type is young students who are full of passion and have nowhere to put it, and want to confront anyone who makes them unhappy.
Chen Manling obviously belongs to the latter.
You can't confront this kind of person head-on. If you put a high hat on him, he won't be able to wash himself clean even if he jumps into the Yellow River.
Xiao Jiahua pretended to be wronged: "Brother Zhao Yong, although I am a soldier and the family member of a martyr, I don't have to participate in the autumn harvest. But I also want to go up the mountain to dig some wild vegetables and find something to eat. I don't want to hold the team back. I didn't expect that I would still disturb you..."
"What do you mean by disturbing or not disturbing?" Zhao Yong's face turned even redder.
"Xiaoxiao, you are from Qinghe Village, you can go wherever you want! If there is not enough food, I will ask my father to give you more work points. As for me and Chen Zhiqing, don't get me wrong, we have no relationship..."
"Brother Zhao!" Chen Manling stomped her feet in anger.
"After Xiao Jiahua got married, he stayed at home every day and was lazy and didn't work hard. Why should he be given more work points?"
She emphasized the word "marriage".
"Xiaoxiao's second brother is a martyr, and her husband... is also a comrade in the People's Liberation Army." Zhao Yong could not hide his bitterness.
Xiao Jiahua pretended not to see it and asked Chen Manling, "Chen Zhiqing, I went up the mountain to find food. May I ask why you didn't work in the fields to harvest the autumn harvest but went to Zhao Yong's responsibility forest? What do you want to do?"
"I, I did it for..."
Chen Manling was angry and changed the subject: "Xiao Jiahua, where can we get food in the mountains now? I think you are taking advantage of your husband's absence to be restless and deliberately..."
As he was speaking, a chicken suddenly jumped out with its tip to its tip toe.
This chicken seemed to be raised on a farm. It escaped and got its foot injured by a trap.
The chicken stumbled and fell headfirst into a nearby tree trunk, where it fainted.
The adults were surprised, and Little Stone also cried loudly.
Xiao Dabao reacted the fastest. He grabbed the chicken feet, skillfully untied his belt, tied a knot, and put it in his own backpack.
"My home, it's mine!" the child was very excited.
The village chief has stipulated that if a chicken escapes from the farm, whoever catches it will own it.
"It's yours, Dabao, you're awesome!" Zhao Yong smiled and patted his shoulder.
You’ve heard of waiting for rabbits by the tree, but there’s also waiting for chickens by the tree?
Xiao Jiahua smiled at Chen Manling: "Chen Zhiqing, who said there is no food in the mountains? Look, isn't this just coming uninvited?"
"You!" Chen Manling wanted to fight, but Xiao Dabao stood in the middle and yelled at her, "Don't bully my mother!"
In order to maintain her virtuous image, Chen Manling looked at the village chief's son with resentment and ran away with red eyes.
The busy farming season was not over yet, and Xiao Jiahua rejected Zhao Yong's proposal to send her home.
Xiao Dabao was happier than when he caught the chicken, but he was in trouble when he set out.
The small backpack has been occupied and there is no room for another little dumpling. But if we let the little stones go, I'm afraid they won't be finished even after dark.
"Aunt..." Xiao Dabao looked at his "adoptive mother" embarrassedly.
Xiao Jiahua needs to choose between dumplings and chicken.
After some tossing and turning, Xiao Jiahua's leg numbness was almost gone.
The eldest princess, who was born with a silver spoon in her mouth, had never been to the kitchen in her previous life and was naturally averse to live poultry. She had to choose the former.
"Mom?" Xiao Dabao was shocked.
Ever since her biological aunt became her adoptive mother, she has never held the two brothers in her arms again.
Xiao Jiahua was too lazy to correct his confused address.
"What are you still standing there for, ah." Xiao Jiahua lifted Xiao Shitou's butt.
"Hey!" Xiao Dabao picked up the golden cudgel and ran to explore the way.
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When he reached the village entrance, Xiao Jiahua realized how useless he was.
Her hand was almost broken!
The posture of holding a baby has changed from "holding" to "dragging" and finally to "carrying".
Finally, she had to put her center of gravity on her shoulders to ensure that the cub in her arms would not fall out.
Little Stone probably realized that he was in danger, but fortunately the mother's embrace was extremely warm, and he just wanted to hug her tighter.
Xiao Jiahua, who hadn't held a baby in her twenties, was very upset and wanted to throw the little stone away immediately.
At this time, a group of older and younger children came over from the opposite side.
Xiao Dabao grabbed his trousers and ran up, shouting excitedly: "I told you, my mother didn't run away this time, she went to catch chickens for us to eat!"
Xiao Dabao turned around and showed them the backpack, which aroused a group of envy and jealousy.
So childish! Xiao Jiahua just wanted to carry the small stone and escape from the shameful play.
After finally getting home, Xiao Jiahua threw the small stones onto the bamboo chair and collapsed under the rattan trellis.
The two children were both hungry and their stomachs were rumbling. Then she thought, good luck, let's have chicken tonight?
But the chicken has the rice, but the clever housewife does not.
Xiao Dabao, the clever guy, was also distressed: "Mom, I have never killed a chicken before..."
"What? I'll do it."
A female voice came from outside the door.
"It's grandma!" Xiao Dabao hurried to open the door.
Is my biological mother here? Xiao Jiahua was so excited that he was jumping up and down.
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