Yang rolled up her sleeves and prepared to have a fight with Xiao Ping on the street.
"Mom and Dad, stop arguing. We are hungry. Shall we find a place to eat something?"
"What do you want to eat?" Yang's attention was instantly diverted, and Xiao Ping also shut up, because it was too ugly to quarrel in the street.
He looked around and said, "Let's go to the noodle stall in front and have a bowl of noodles. Didn't Dad just say he wanted to eat hot noodles?"
Xiao Ping was touched by his son's filial piety and thoughtfulness.
Without saying anything, Yang pushed them to the noodle stall, "Four bowls of vegetarian noodles, two bowls with a poached egg."
She and the head of the household don't need to replenish their bodies at their age, and their son hasn't grown taller even though he eats well.
Xiao Ping didn't expect to have any eggs, he was content with having a bowl of vegetarian noodles.
The noodles came, fresh and hot, two cups of noodles, ten cents a bowl, and the family sat at a low table. When the noodles came, Yang pushed them in front of her son and said, "Eat them while they're hot. Fill your stomach and I'll make you something delicious when you get home."
Her sons had suffered a great deal, so Yang planned to kill a chicken and make soup to nourish them when she got home.
No, no, no, I finally made it to the county town. I'll buy some meat to eat later. The chicken will be slaughtered tomorrow or the day after tomorrow. It's not like I can just eat one meal to replenish my body.
Yang felt that these expenses were nothing, at least better than taking medicine.
"Master, after we finish eating the noodles, let's go get some meat."
"Didn't you say you wanted to eat chicken?"
"We can kill chickens at home anytime and buy some things we don't have at home." For example, meat, for example, brown sugar.
Xiao Ping didn't care about Yang, let her do whatever she wanted. He shoved the hot noodles into his mouth. He finally had a hot meal. His life was complete. Even his aching stomach didn't hurt anymore.
After swallowing a few mouthfuls of noodles and drinking a few sips of noodle soup, Xiao Ping breathed a sigh of relief, "Finally I'm alive."
"What are you saying? I don't know what people think of me after hearing it."
"Okay, I was wrong." He felt better when his stomach felt better, and he didn't want to argue at this moment.
There was not much noodles in the bowl, so Xiao Ping finished it in just a few bites and sat waiting for them to finish eating and leave.
On the way, the child was gone. Yang felt relieved and thought of Xiao Lei.
"Master, are Dayong and the others just going to let this go?"
"What else? They ran away on their own. Who can we blame?"
"Of course it's Xiao Lei's fault. If he hadn't beaten the child, would they have been able to escape?"
"Mom, I told you, Xiao Lei is protected by my eldest brother, so don't go after him anymore."
"That's right, we should be loyal to each other as brothers."
Yang felt that his fists were hardening again. Xiao Ping sat there pretending to be dead. Recently, he didn't want to look for Xiao Lei because of him. He was laughed at by the villagers.
"We are out of money. Do you still want to get married or build a house?"
"Let's talk about it later, Mom. Stop making trouble recently. Wait until I'm better and discuss it with the boss before making any moves, okay?"
Yang turned around with her butt facing them, which was so annoying.
Xiao Ping took the opportunity to sit for a while longer, as he would still be the one to do the hard work when he returned home.
As soon as Xiao Qiang put down the bowl, Yang urged Xiao Ping to get up and push the cart, "Go home quickly. You left in a hurry this morning. You haven't fed the chickens and pigs at home. I don't know how hungry they are now."
Yang was so worried about the livestock at home that she walked with fear.
Xiao Ping was extremely helpless. He had diarrhea the whole way. Eating a bowl of noodles was not a magic pill. His legs were still weak when he walked. He also had to take the child home. Did his wife consider him for such a long journey?
If he were to say, Xiao Yong should get down and walk by himself. His injury was only in his hand, not his foot, so it would be fine if he just kept his hand still. Don’t they feel unfilial just sitting there and letting him push them around?
Under the urging of Mrs. Yang, Xiao Ping set out on the journey home. He thought that when he had some free time he should have a good chat with his wife about the children's issues. This time he found that these kids were very ignorant, acted impulsively and their brains were not very good.
It's the same at home. A loving mother often spoils her child. Once she meets a child, she loses her composure. She is obviously a very capable woman, but she is controlled by the child.
In terms of ability, they are indeed not as good as Xiao Lei. Without him and Yang, they would definitely not be able to survive.
"Master, please be careful of the dirt and rocks ahead!"
"knew."
When Song returned home, she immediately went into the kitchen. She had been feeling upset since she came back from the mountain. "I'll go cook for you. Please sit for a while."
Zhao Xiaoyu really wanted to hold her old mother back, saying that there were people doing the work at home and she was not needed at all. But when she saw that her mother was in a bad mood, she stretched out her hand and then took it back, saying, "Just do it, it's better to do some work than to daydream about it."
Zhao Dashu looked at the medicinal herbs he dug today over and over again. "Old people used to say that there are treasures on our mountain. I never thought that there really are treasures here.
Xiao Lei, there were so many people here last night, how come they didn’t notice it? ”
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