"What are you talking about, Third Brother? We don't get together often, so you misunderstood me. You don't know how empty and anxious I feel when you're not at home. My family always talks about Third Brother's wife. She has no one to accompany her when she's not around."
"We are short of people to work. We want to go back to work."
Zhao Dayong: …
What nonsense are you talking about? Fuck, there is nothing to talk about today.
He wanted to continue arguing, but Zhao Dashu refused. He was sick and couldn't stay at home in such a warm place. He stayed outside with him in the cold wind and argued, "Brother, it's very cold outside. If you don't want to go home, just blow the cold wind slowly by yourself. I'm weak and can't stand it. I'll leave first."
Everyone knows who is who. Why are you pulling him together to pretend to be brothers? Are you trying to deceive him? The second brother is more cunning than the eldest brother.
When Zhao Dashu returned home, Zhao Xiaoyu saw what he was holding and said, "This is from our ancestors. Let's fry it and eat it tonight."
Zhao Dashu let her do whatever she wanted, "Okay. Where's your uncle Shunzi? Has he come back from worshipping the ancestors? Ask him to come play cards."
"He's home. He just came back and told us about the farce at the old house last night. Grandpa, are you going to offer sacrifices to the ancestors today?"
"Is there a commotion in the old house? It is true that the old man did not make it today, and it was your second uncle who made it."
Zhao Xiaoyu pulled him and told him all the gossip about the old house. Well, I just heard it from Uncle Shunzi, it’s fresh and exciting.
"Is Dad crazy?" He actually didn't hit Xu Xiaohong. If anyone was going to hit someone, it should be mom. Why would he hit her?
She is indeed a bit mean, but she is still his eldest brother's wife and his daughter-in-law.
Yeah, Dad also thought the old man was crazy, and she thought so at the time.
"You're at the old house. Is Xiaohong trying to hook up with you again?" Don't say it has nothing to do with him. It's none of his business. It's not like he'll leave and then the next thing he knows, she'll start making trouble. It must be that the little bitch was caught being horny by the old man and the old woman.
Song stopped what she was doing and looked at Zhao Dashu. Is that little bitch making trouble again? Why didn't he tell me when he came back? Are you attracted to each other?
Zhao Dashu was a little embarrassed. In order to prevent Song from thinking too much, he didn't say anything yesterday.
"He poured me a bowl of sugar water, but I didn't take it."
Song asked, "Why didn't you tell me when you came back?"
Zhao Dashu felt that he was wronged. "I didn't take it, I didn't drink it, I didn't even look at him. What can I say?"
Song: ... "Humph!"
Zhao Dashu: ... "I won't stay at the old house anymore, okay? Or every time I go back, you and Xiaoyu will follow me."
Song lowered her head and continued working, ignoring him.
"Mom, it's just a dung beetle, don't worry about it. She is so arrogant and restless, uncle can't keep her, she will run away sooner or later."
Especially, living in the old house, being tortured every day, it would be impossible to endure it. Therefore, there is no need to be upset because of her. It is not worth it.
Uh, run away?
Song looked at her daughter in confusion. Was this what she thought it meant? If you are caught, you will be thrown into a pig cage.
"Run away if you want. It has nothing to do with us. Today is the Winter Solstice. We'll have a good meal tonight." As he said this, he winked at Zhao Xiaoyu. His wife was angry and needed to be coaxed.
"Okay, mother, call Aunt Liu, and let's celebrate the festival together tonight. It will be lively."
As soon as her daughter called out, Song immediately lost her temper.
"Okay, I'll call her right away. What do you want to eat?"
"Chicken stewed with mushrooms." The wild mushrooms in the mountains are really delicious, fragrant and tender.
"Wife, I want to eat braised pork." Zhao Dashu said aggrievedly, and Song gave him a glare.
Zheng brought meat, chicken, dried vegetables, a basket of dumplings, and came to the backyard. Seeing the vegetables she brought, Song went to the cellar and took out a fish, ribs, frozen tofu, and a jar of wine. To celebrate the festival together, each family prepares a dish, which is quite sumptuous.
Compared with the abundance and liveliness of Zhao Laosan's home, the old house was rather deserted and shabby.
During the festival, there is no oil in the dinner, just stewed vegetables and brown rice soup, plus a black-faced steamed bun. Usually there is only half a piece, but today is a holiday, so it’s considered an extra meal.
That would be fine, the main problem is that the atmosphere at home is too depressing. The old man didn't get up, and the old woman couldn't get up either, and neither could Zhao Ruxin. Zhao Dawen was angry and went into the house with his bowl to accompany his new wife. In the whole family, only Wang, her two sons, and Zhao Dayong's family came to eat.
It was cold, lonely and miserable. Zhao Dayong felt very uncomfortable. He couldn't understand why his life had become like this.
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