Chapter 171 There Must Be Something Hateful About Pitiful People
Wen Kexin frowned and said, "Dad, you can't be soft-hearted. Don't forget that it was Erzhuzi and Sanzhuzi who plotted to sell Ping An back?"
Wen Jiancheng felt a pang of pain in his heart, and after a while he muttered, "I just feel sorry for Dazhu..."
"As the saying goes, there must be something hateful about pitiful people. Dad, have you forgotten how Dazhuzi treated you, my mother, and us siblings over the years?"
"Last summer, Dazhuzi came back from outside with an unhappy face and asked for water. Mother brought him some warm water, but he drank it and vomited it, saying that the water was not boiled and it tasted wrong. Mother had no choice but to go to the kitchen to boil some water, let it cool for a while and then bring it over. He said the water was too hot and that it was mother who did it on purpose. Not only did he splash the water in the bowl on her, he also cursed at her. Fortunately, mother dodged and the hot water only scalded the back of her hand red. The fingers are connected to the heart! Mother was in pain for many days. Has Dad forgotten?"
How could Wen Jiancheng forget? At that time, he could only persuade his wife by saying that the children were young and ignorant.
Speaking of which, Dazhuzi is two years older than Kexin. Using this excuse is obviously an attempt to cover up one's own mistake.
He didn't know that such a lame excuse didn't impress his wife at all. Instead, it was his helpless tone and deep helplessness that made his wife swallow her anger.
"Dad, when we were little, we were often beaten by Dazhu."
How could Wen Jiancheng forget? My mother and sister-in-law often used the children's fighting as an excuse, but I tolerated it again and again because they were cousins.
As time went by, Wen Jiancheng pushed these unhappy things into a corner.
Her mother's pity and helplessness and her father's inaction are deeply engraved in Wen Kexin's memory.
After hearing what his daughter said, Wen Jiancheng felt his face burning.
I couldn't help but think of going to the mountain to chop firewood. My eldest nephew was almost as tall as me, and my eldest daughter was two years younger than me, so she did all the work such as fetching water and chopping firewood.
Asking his nephew to go chop wood with him, Dazhuzi said disdainfully: "Second Uncle, I am the eldest grandson of the Wen family. I will inherit the family business in the future, so I don't want to do these rough jobs."
At that time, I said angrily: "Big Pillar, if we don't chop wood, what will we burn at home? How can we cook without wood?"
Dazhuzi said with a playful smile: "Isn't it Uncle Er who is responsible for these matters?"
"What will happen when my second uncle gets too old to chop firewood?"
Dazhuzi shamelessly said, "Second Uncle, you are old, but you still have several daughters, right? I am the one who took over the household registration book of the Wen family."
Wen Jiancheng murmured in his heart that the big pillar was clearly being raised crooked.
It turned out that my mother and my eldest brother and his wife treated all the people from the second wife's house as farmhands, and all the housework should be done by the second wife.
Thinking about it, I felt so sorry when I heard that Dazhuzi’s leg was broken. Why was I so stupid?
"Ke Xin, Dad understands. The people in the old house are all snakes and rats. Dad shouldn't be too sympathetic."
"Dad, it's good that you know you're wrong. Don't sympathize with them just because you feel sorry for them. Let me tell you a story called 'Mr. Dongguo and the Wolf'."
The three little guys immediately became interested and sat obediently in front of Wen Kexin.
Even my parents were sitting on the edge of the kang wanting to listen to stories.
Wen Kexin cut the watermelon skillfully, "I ate the watermelon while telling stories."
Wang Qiaolian saw the attractive pink flesh of the watermelon and said with emotion: "Last time my in-laws sent me half a watermelon, and it tasted so sweet."
"Mom and Dad, this is the kind of watermelon you want to try. And when you eat it, save the seeds for me."
"OK!"
Wen Ke ate a piece of watermelon, cleared his throat and said, "Once upon a time there was a kind-hearted old man named Mr. Dongguo..."
After the story was finished, the old couple looked at each other and understood. The eldest daughter was worried and used the story to remind them.
Wang Qiaolian said in a comforting tone: "Don't worry, Kexin, your mother will supervise your father. I don't think he will make mistakes again."
Then, change the subject in time, "What kind of work clothes are you talking about? Tell me in detail what they are like?"
Wen Kexin saw that her parents understood her good intentions and would not hold on to this matter.
"Mom, wait a minute, I'll go get the fabric."
She went back into the house and took out fabrics, work clothes, and other things she would need for the next day from the cupboard.
The so-called work clothes are very simple, just like a doctor's loose surgical gown. After putting it on, several strips of cloth are tied together on the back.
When Wang Qiaolian saw the sample, she immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
"My girl, this dress is easy to make."
"Mom, make a few more tomorrow so that people can come to visit, or if they get dirty, they can be washed."
“Anyone else coming to visit?”
"Of course. If you can stop them, stop them. I'm afraid you can't stop some people. Oh, and ask a carpenter to make two long tables for the pharmacy. Cover the tables with cloth. They must look neat and clean. Use this white cloth to make a few bags, put the powdered medicine in them and tie them up."
"Mom understands what you mean. Dad and Mom will arrange these things tomorrow. It's getting late, it's time to rest."
Wen Kexin nodded, washed up, and went into the space to get busy.
Wait until your body is tired before going to bed.
The next morning, Wen Kexin got up very early.
I went to the kitchen to make dumplings for the whole family. I brought back so much meat yesterday that there was a piece left, which was just right for making dumplings.
Soon, Wang Qiaolian also got up and saw her eldest daughter busy in the kitchen, so she quickly went to the kitchen.
She said distressedly, "Silly child, you haven't been home for so many days, and you got up so early to cook right after you came back. It's OK for your mother to do these things."
"Mom, it's because I haven't been home for so many days that I want to show my filial piety and let you rest before I leave."
Wang Qiaolian felt so warmed by these words that she almost shed tears. She thought her daughter was sensible and filial.
Holding back my emotions, I asked, "When will you come back next time?"
"Today is Tuesday, and I plan to come back the night before the weekend, so I can rest at home for a day."
"Okay, Mom will wait for you to eat together."
While eating breakfast, Wen Ping'an looked over expectantly and said, "Sister, I want to ride a motorcycle. Can you take us to school?"
Wang Qiaolian said sternly: "I'll take you to school. Your elder sister won't have time to go to work. Don't make trouble."
The three little guys all showed disappointed expressions at the same time.
Wen Kexin couldn't bear it and said, "I can send you off, but you have to study hard, whether it's Chinese or math. Everyone should get at least 100 points in the midterm exam."
The three of them looked at each other and said as if vowing, "Don't worry, big sister, we promise to complete the task."
"good!"
Wang Qiaolian said worriedly, "Kexin, it will be too late for you to go to work after you send them to school."
"Mom, it's okay to go a little later. The factory manager knows I'm home."
Only then did Wang Qiaolian feel relieved.
After the family finished eating dumplings, Wen Kexin pushed the motorcycle out of the yard.
She let her second sister sit in the back seat, and her third sister and younger brother sit in the truck bed.
The three little guys were immediately filled with excitement when they sat on the motorcycle, attracting many envious gazes from other children along the way.
They felt like the prettiest ones.
When he arrived at the school gate and got off the car safely, he showed a proud little expression, took 2.58 million steps, and walked into the school quickly with his short legs.
Wen Kexin's heart melted when she saw her brother's cute expression
I was in a good mood as I saw my two younger sisters walk into the school, and then I continued riding my motorcycle towards Taiping Town.
You can often see people on the road and in the fields on both sides.
She could only suppress the urge to teleport and continue driving forward.
Suddenly, a middle-aged woman who was walking blocked the way of the motorcycle.
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