Splendid peasant girl busy farming

6418 - Mother Ginger Furious

After Lao Jiangtou finished eating the noodles, he specially asked Jiang Xianjun to wash the bowl before letting him take it back.

When I got home, Mother Jiang had already put the food on the table.

In addition to the white rice, the previous stir-fried potherb mustard with salted duck eggs, Jiang's mother made another stir-fried dried salted fish.

This stir-fried dried salted fish was fish brought home by Jiang Xianjun and Jiang's father when the river swelled during the rainy season in the first half of the year. Before finishing eating, Jiang's mother picked up some and dried it to make dried fish.

"Xianjun is back? Come and eat quickly."

Jiang's father had already moved his chopsticks, and when he saw Jiang Xianjun entering the door, he quickly waved to him.

Jiang's mother's eyes fell on the empty bowl in Jiang Xianjun's hand. Seeing that the bowl was shiny, she raised her eyebrows: "What? Your master ate it all?"

Jiang Xianjun nodded, lowered his eyes to pick up the chopsticks, not daring to meet Jiang's mother's gaze.

"Was it eaten or was it thrown away? Tell me the truth!" Mother Jiang asked again with a louder voice.

Father Jiang shook his hands in fright, and the small fish caught on the chopsticks fell to the table.

His first reaction was not to pick up the dried fish, but to look up at Mother Jiang's reaction.

Mother Jiang was staring at Jiang Xianjun with a stern expression on her face.

Father Jiang quietly picked up the dried fish and quickly put it back in his bowl, then raised his chopsticks to pick up the rice silently.

"Snapped!"

Mother Jiang slapped the table suddenly.

Father Jiang was so frightened that his chopsticks almost fell to the ground, he glanced at Mother Jiang timidly, put down the chopsticks, sat upright, and waited for Mother Jiang to finish asking before eating properly.

"I asked you something, why don't you say anything?" Mother Jiang asked Jiang Xianjun.

Jiang Xianjun blushed, frowned and said in a low voice: "I ate with my grandfather!"

"What?" Jiang's mother's eyes almost popped out of their sockets, and suddenly she grabbed Jiang Xianjun's chin and lifted it up to look at his mouth and throat. It wasn't for Jiang Xianjun's quick break free, Jiang's mother seemed to want to put her hands in his stomach. The sticky rice was picked out.

"Are you trying to die, you bastard? Do you also eat that kind of burnt rice? Do you think you have a long life or what?"

Jiang's mother jumped up and grabbed Jiang Xianjun's arm, because of the height difference, she could only slap him on the shoulder, and cursed him.

"You debt collector, you enemy, you worry-free thing, you're trying to piss me off..."

Jiang Xianjun was beaten by Jiang's mother, and he stepped back again and again, until his back touched the wall and there was no way to retreat. Jiang's mother stopped.

Jiang Xianjun didn't say a word, he gritted his teeth and his face was ugly.

He was very puzzled, why would you let me eat something that would kill me, mother, without any psychological pressure?
Are you not afraid that my grandfather will die if he eats it?

What kind of heart do you have?

These words are all stuck in Jiang Xianjun's throat, and he really wants to burst out of his throat and question Jiang's mother loudly.

However, seeing Mother Jiang's disheveled hair and scarlet eyes, Jiang Xianjun flinched, as if there was an invisible big hand in his throat hindering him, making him lack the courage to say those words.

He looked towards Father Jiang.

That poor man curled up on the chair like a quail when his wife was showing her masculinity, not daring to move, let alone say a word.

Jiang Xianjun really doesn't understand, is it because father cares about mother too much, likes mother too much, and is afraid that mother will run away?

Or is father himself an unfilial son, a coward, and a wimp?

Either way, it's a tragedy.

Jiang Xianjun gritted his teeth and refused to tell the truth, let alone confess to Mianmian. After beating and scolding for a while, Jiang's mother also felt bored, so she went back to the table to eat.

Jiang Xianjun also sat down, picked up a bowl of rice and picked it up silently.

Father Jiang looked left and right, sighed secretly, and dared not speak.

A night meal ends in this silent and suffocating atmosphere.

When cleaning up the dishes in the kitchen at night, Jiang's mother said to Jiang's father who was sitting in the mouth of the stove: "Xianjun, this kid doesn't know what's going on. My son is not obedient anymore, and he has learned to fight against me, who is it that made him learn badly?"

Father Jiang smiled wryly: "Did Xianjun fail in his studies? I didn't realize it..."

"boom!"

A bowl was smashed into the pot. Fortunately, there was more water in the pot to cushion the force. Except for the splash of washing water, the bowl was not broken.

"Look, you're going against me too, I said yes, but you insisted no, Xianjun is just like you!"

Father Jiang couldn't laugh or cry, so he could only beg for mercy.

"How dare I fight against you? I respect you in everything. When you get angry, I am too scared to speak. I can turn a blind eye to what you did to my parents. I am not good to you. ?"

Jiang's mother likes to listen to soft words, so she calmed down a little, picked up the bowl that was dumped before and continued to wash, and continued to discuss Jiang Xianjun's matter with Jiang's father while washing.

Just like countless parents in the world, they are talking and comparing their children's childhood and the current changes. Most of them are nostalgia for their naive or clever behavior when they were young, and they are panic about gradually having their own opinions and thoughts when they grow up.

To put it bluntly, most parents are similar to Jiang's mother, and their love for their children is really heart-pounding.

But the desire to control the child really makes the child feel suffocated.

What they often overlook is that children are not your pets.

Even if it is your pet, it is impossible to follow your instructions in everything, and there will always be times when it breaks down and becomes wild.

If this is the case for animals, what about us humans who are the primates of all things?
Naturally all the more so.

So loving a child is not about controlling his thoughts, guiding his behavior, and letting him be your marionette all the time, thus losing his own thinking and judgment.

Their own lives need to be written by themselves.

Well, it's getting further away. After Jiang's mother and Jiang's father talked about it, most of their emotions have been vented.

"Xianjun ate half of the burnt rice at night, and I don't know if he will have a stomachache. I'm really worried." Mother Jiang said again.

Jiang's father rolled his eyes, and took the opportunity to persuade him kindly: "This child is stubborn, otherwise, in the future, you should not send burnt rice to my father, lest this child be stupid again, don't you think so?"

Mother Jiang pondered for a while, and could only nod her head.

Jiang's father breathed a sigh of relief, in case Jiang's mother noticed any other intentions, he quickly changed the subject and asked Jiang's mother: "Our in-law's family has a granddaughter this afternoon, so we don't know why this afternoon. Well, let’s go and have a look, tell me tomorrow, should we go and have a look? Anyway, it’s the relatives of our sons and daughters.”

Although Jiang's father is extremely cowardly and fearful at home, he understands all kinds of human relations and affairs outside.

Mother Jiang, too, is a face-saving person outside.

"I'm definitely going to see it, but tomorrow I'll just take a look with my eyes, so don't go." Mother Jiang said.

"Why didn't I go?" Father Jiang asked again.

Mother Jiang rolled her eyes: "It's not Tim Tian's grandson, why are you going to see him? It's just Tim Tian who loses money, so I can go alone."

"However, when we take the ninth bath, we have to give the ninth bath gift. Hey, it will delay my twenty eggs, two catties of brown sugar and a piece of silk cloth. I feel so distressed. If I want to have a baby at this time, I can't Postpone it until the New Year's Eve and give it together with our next two festivals, really!"

(End of this chapter)