She saw it when she left in the morning.

Because it was an assignment that was not urgent to hand in and she hadn't finished it yet, she didn't bring it with her.

Daya raised her hand and wiped the tears from her face.

"Or...you can write it again." Thinking of Qian Dabao rummaging through drawers and doing whatever he wanted at home all day long, Shen Zhimei spoke hesitantly.

"I have been doing that calligraphy homework for a month..." Daya's tears fell down.

I was only one article away from finishing it.

Rewrite...

Daya started to cry.

The teacher even asked them today if they practiced calligraphy every day...

Shen Zhimei looked at her tearful daughter, feeling both distressed and helpless.

"Mom, the water in the pot is almost dry." Erya's voice came from the kitchen.

"Hey! Here I come!" Shen Zhimei sighed and quickly went to the kitchen.

After serving the cooked dishes, she glanced at the sky and started washing rice and cooking.

"Mom, what's wrong with my sister?" Erya glanced in the direction of the small bedroom, tugged at the corner of Shen Zhimei's clothes worriedly, and asked in a low voice.

"Your sister's homework book is missing." Shen Zhimei sighed.

Ever since Qian Xingsheng and his family moved in, this thing has been broken or that thing has been lost.

As soon as she asked, Xie Xiaofen started to speak in a sarcastic tone.

They say that city people are noble, and they, the peasants, are looked down upon...

"Brother Dabao came into our little room today." Erya frowned.

Perhaps she thought of something, Erya turned her head and ran out of the kitchen with her short legs.

Shen Zhimei thought her little girl had gone to comfort her sister, so she didn't pay much attention to it and quickly poured the washed rice into the iron pot.

Thinking that her mother-in-law and sister-in-law would come over for dinner, Shen Zhimei took out a few potatoes from under the chopping board and prepared to peel them and make some spicy and sour potato shreds.

The potatoes had just been taken out when Daya's screams came from the small bedroom.

Shen Zhimei quickly put down the potatoes and ran back to the small bedroom.

The bedroom is not big. A bed, a low cabinet, a long sofa and a row of wardrobes fill the small bedroom, leaving only a small aisle.

And now...

Daya, clutching a handful of paper scraps in her hands, sat in the small aisle, crying her heart out.

Erya stood aside, at a loss.

Seeing Shen Zhimei coming, she hurriedly grabbed the corner of her clothes.

Shen Zhimei patted her little girl's hand soothingly. Just as she was about to ask Daya what was wrong, she inadvertently caught a glimpse of the scraps of paper in Daya's hand out of the corner of her eye.

When Shen Zhimei saw clearly what Daya was holding in her hand, her pupils trembled violently.

Although she was illiterate, she could still recognize what her eldest daughter wrote every day.

She had thought about this possibility before.

Can……

What you think in your mind and what you see in front of you are two different things.

"Sister..." Erya was probably frightened by Daya's hysterical crying, and she didn't dare to step forward for a moment.

"Daya, why don't you take this to show your teacher tomorrow..." Shen Zhimei said timidly.

Now that things have come to this, there is no point in crying.

When she thought about having to hand in her homework tomorrow, Daya cried even more sadly.

"Why are you howling?!" The shrill voice of Old Lady Qian suddenly came from the door.

Shen Zhimei's body trembled reflexively.

Erya tightened her grip on the corner of Shen Zhimei's clothes, and her young face was filled with panic and anxiety.

Shen Zhimei's heartbeat unconsciously quickened. She glanced at Daya, signaling her to wipe the tears from her face.

Daya didn't even hesitate and quickly raised her hand to wipe away the tears from her face.

"Are you blind or what? What time is it now? Why don't you cook? Are you waiting for me, an old man, to serve your family? You are such a loss of money and a jinx." Old Mrs. Qian cursed.

Mrs. Qian was already upset because she had lost forty yuan for no apparent reason.

Now that I have found an opportunity and a vent, I can't help but vent my anger.

Qian Zhizhi sat down on the single sofa with his feet lazily placed on the coffee table, like a big boss.

Qian Xingsheng and Xie Xiaofen moved to the double sofa with ease, looking like they were waiting to see a good show.

Old Mrs. Qian pinched her waist and glared at the door of the small bedroom with murderous intent, as if the murderer of her father was living inside.

Qian Dabao stood beside Old Lady Qian with his chin slightly raised, his short legs shaking, looking just like the second-rate guy in their village.

As soon as Shen Zhimei walked to the door, she was stared at by Old Lady Qian's fierce eyes and was at a loss what to do.

There is no wrong version in the 1619 book forum!

"Mom, you're back." She lowered her head in a hurry, not daring to look at Old Lady Qian's furious face again.

Even so, she could still feel the chill in Old Lady Qian's eyes.

The two sisters, Daya and Erya, huddled beside Shen Zhimei like frightened birds, and never dared to look up at Old Lady Qian.

"If we don't come back, will we die outside?" Old Mrs. Qian glared at Shen Zhimei and her daughter fiercely.

"Mom, I'm going to cook." Shen Zhimei whispered softly.

"If you don't go to cook, should I do it?" Old Mrs. Qian had never seen such a tactless person.

Shen Zhimei knew that the more she said, the more mistakes she would make, so she stopped talking and went into the kitchen quickly.

When Daya and Erya, who were following Shen Zhimei, passed by Old Lady Qian, they didn't even dare to breathe.

Naturally, the cautiousness of the mother and her two daughters did not escape the eyes of Mrs. Qian.

Cowards! The whole family is a bunch of cowards! Old Mrs. Qian cursed madly in her heart.

"Grandma, I want to eat some fat meat." Qian Dabao shook Old Lady Qian's arm like a spoiled child.

Shen Zhimei, who was busy in the kitchen, bit her lower lip nervously when she heard this.

"Okay! My eldest grandson can eat whatever he wants!" Old Mrs. Qian smiled with wrinkles on her face.

Erya pursed her lips and glanced at the potatoes, onions and cabbages on the chopping board, and asked in a low voice: "Mom, do we have any fat meat at home?"

Shen Zhimei's potato peeling knife tilted...

"Mom, your hand is bleeding." Erya exclaimed.

The bright red blood dripped onto the chopping board, which was quite shocking to see.

Maybe the wound was too big, and in the blink of an eye, the chopping board was stained red.

"It's okay, it's okay." Shen Zhimei hurriedly reached her hand under the faucet.

The tap water mixed with bright red blood flowed into the sewer.

When the wound on her finger stopped bleeding, Shen Zhimei started working again.

"Grandma, I also want to eat egg cake and White Rabbit milk candy." Qian Dabao's voice kept coming from the living room.

"Okay, okay, my eldest grandson can eat whatever he wants." Facing her eldest grandson, Mrs. Qian's usually sharp voice became gentle.

Shen Zhimei could even imagine how gentle and kind the old woman Qian's smile was at that moment.

"Shen Zhimei, did you hear that? Don't pretend to be deaf and dumb." Old Lady Qian's voice suddenly became sharp.

Shen Zhimei was stunned.

My mind is a little confused.

She looked at the older girl beside her.

But Daya's eyes looked even more confused than hers.

Isn't grandma talking to Qian Dabao? !