The thing is, the man in Lao Qin's family was busy building the house, while the woman was busy preparing today's lunch in the kitchen.
No one noticed that a man with a scar on his face walked over.
Tu Long had been traveling all the way and hadn't shaved for several days. Looking at his untidy beard and the hideous scars on his face, even a child would be easily scared, let alone an adult.
After he entered the village, he kept asking the villagers where Qin Lian lived.
At first, several villagers looked at him with caution. Even though he said he was Qin Jianye's soldier, no one was willing to believe him and refused to tell him.
An old lady with triangular eyes, an elongated face, and very thin wrinkles around the eyes when she smiled told him.
She looked so enthusiastic that he almost led the way. Based on the approximate direction she told him, he already knew the exact location, so he didn't bother the lady.
So he came here by himself, and then he saw this dilapidated and badly damaged thatched house.
He never expected that Qin Lian's family was so poor and their living place was so simple.
He was particularly sad when he thought about how his life, which had a bright future, was ruined because of other people's mistakes.
If possible, he would rather be the one who got hurt.
Instead of Qin Lian, who always puts others first, is this what they mean by good people have a hard time having a good ending?
Especially when he thought about the purpose of his visit, he felt that it was painful to breathe.
As for the house being built next door, he had actively ignored it.
Standing at the gate of the yard, he saw that there was no one outside, so he shouted a few times, "Is anyone home?"
As a result, no one responded to him for a long time, so he could only go in and shout.
Passing by the yard and looking at the blue bricks stacked under the walls on both sides, he just thought that they were placed in Qin Lian's house by the people who were building the house next door.
At the same time, Fu Qiumei was walking into the house happily, in a very good mood.
Seeing her mother-in-law so happy, Zhou Xia asked curiously, "Mom, what are you so happy about?"
When Fu Qiumei saw her second daughter-in-law, the smile on her face immediately fell: "It's none of your business if I'm happy, why don't you hurry up and wash the clothes and make lunch.
You keep doing your work like a donkey pulling a millstone, delaying your family's lunch. I'll beat you up."
She looked so ferocious that Zhou Xia trembled with fear and quickly quickened her movements.
Daya was sitting at the back door, playing Gostone. She was having so much fun when Old Lady Fu kicked her away along with her hand, leaving the back of her hand red on the spot.
"Play, play, play. All you do all day long is play. The rice at home might as well be fed to the dogs. This is a money-losing thing. Hurry up and sweep the floor." Old Mrs. Fu looked at her granddaughter's hands without the slightest heartache or guilt, her eyes full of naked disgust.
The words spoken can be as unpleasant as they can be.
Daya lowered her head and sat there crying. Her eyes, blurred by tears, were filled with hatred and viciousness that did not belong to her age.
"Didn't you hear me, you bitch? If you don't go and sweep the floor, you won't have lunch, and you can save food for the family." Old Mrs. Fu didn't care about her granddaughter's tears.
She favors boys over girls and never takes her granddaughter seriously.
Zhou Xia, who was washing clothes, couldn't bear to see her daughter being wronged, so she bravely said, "Mom, can you please stop calling her a bitch? After all, Daya is your granddaughter!"
"Well, you still dare to talk back to me, are you going to ride on my head?
I won’t live any longer, Dacheng, I can’t live any longer, look how your wife bullies me.” Old Mrs. Fu rolled on the ground, throwing a tantrum, totally losing her dignity.
Li Dacheng, who was in the room, became furious when he heard his mother's words. He grabbed the broom in the room and walked out.
"Zhou Xia, you are really tired of living. You dare to bully me? I will beat you to death."
He raised the broom in his hand and hit Zhou Xia.
Zhou Xia was so scared that she dropped the clothes in her hands and ran away with her head in her hands: "Dacheng, I didn't bully my mother. She kept talking about Daya, so I just said a few words."
She explained as she ran away.
But in Li Dacheng's opinion, his mother's words are the imperial decree. Even if they are not wrong, they are correct and no one can refute them.
He immediately scolded her, "Mom, can't you say a few words to Daya? You dare to talk back to her, I will beat you to death today."
In the end, Zhou Xia was beaten so badly that she ran away with her head in her hands, her face bruised and swollen, and then she went to cook obediently.
Daya watched the drama that happened every other day without any reaction, as if he had become numb.
Fu Qiumei was very satisfied with her son's performance, so she got up from the ground contentedly. Seeing that her granddaughter was still sitting on the stool without moving, she said nothing for the first time.
When she thought about that vicious man going to Lao Qin's house, she felt relieved.
She didn't think that person could bring any good to the Qin family, and he was definitely going to cause trouble.
The scene changed and Tu Long walked into the hall. He saw a portrait of Chairman Mao pasted on the yellowed wall and was immediately filled with awe.
Seeing that there was no one in the living room, he was just about to go to the backyard to take a look when he heard the sound of a child playing with a splash drum from the room on the right: "Brother, let you play!"
Hearing the sound, he walked to the door and saw a little girl about two years old standing on the edge of the bed. Her cute short hands were fiddling with a rattle and she handed it to the little boy on the bed.
When he saw the boy's appearance, he was amazed. The boy was so cute, even cuter than the children in the New Year pictures on the wall of his home.
"Little boy, where are your parents?" Tu Long tried his best to make his voice sound gentler.
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