Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Tan's madness
Changping Village.

In Tan's room, when Tan threw the shoes out——

"Ow!"

Xiao Hei covered his face with his hands, and squatted down with a scream.

Yang Huamei was in a hurry, and rushed to him in a panic, "Xiao Hei, how are you doing, Xiao Hei? Let your mother take a look."

No matter how Yang Huamei tried to persuade him, Xiao Hei just squatted there and covered his face, wishing to bury his head between his knees.

Yang Huamei became anxious, turned her head and complained to Tan Shina again: "Mom, what are you doing? Even if Xiao Hei made a mistake in that sentence, he is still a child after all, he is not sensible..."

"Mei'er, why are you blind like me at such a young age?"

Tan Shi was about to get out of bed to pick up shoes, but when she heard Yang Huamei's words, she was stunned, looked up at her, and asked in astonishment.

Yang Huamei was stunned for a moment, and looked at Tan Shi with some confusion.

Tan's face was full of regret, pointing to Xiao Hei who was still squatting on the ground angry and said: "Are you blind or blind? Look at him, look at him, this head, this age, this virtue, is Xiao Hei Is it a child? Is it plausible?"

Yang Huamei understood immediately.

She was ashamed, but she still squatted beside Xiao Hei, put one hand on Xiao Hei's back, and said to Tan Shi, "Mother, no matter how good the child is, in the eyes of parents, he will always be a child who will never grow up. Where things are not done well, we are elders, we can teach, but don’t beat and scold him casually, especially throwing things at him.”

Tan was furious and said to Yang Huamei: "I'm so angry that he smashed it because he was so ignorant. I didn't use my strength. If I used my strength, it wouldn't be a shoe!"

About this, Yang Huamei letter.

When I was a child, the most impressive memory of my growing up was my mother beating and scolding my brother and sister-in-law. What kind of scissors, tea bowls, and ponytails are all my mother's sharp weapons.

Hitting Xiao Hei with a shoe today is really showing mercy.

But, can Xiao Hei be the same?He is the only eldest grandson!
Seeing Yang Huamei's obviously unconvinced look, Tan gritted her teeth and said, "I know you feel sorry for your own cub, it's okay, but you can't let him go to the sky and not distinguish right from wrong. , have you forgotten the tears you shed at Dabai? Have you forgotten the promise you made with me before? You can’t revolve everything around two cubs, how much you love yourself!”

Yang Huamei frowned, a little impatient: "Mother, one size counts for one size, let's just say that you shouldn't hit Xiao Hei, and don't talk about anything else."

Tan was so angry that her heart ached, she sat on the edge of the bed and gasped for breath.

Yang Huamei patted Xiao Hei on the shoulder: "Okay, didn't you just get hit by a shoe? It's no big deal since you're a young man. Go out and play quickly. I'll call you after dinner!"

Xiao Hei still squatted on the ground motionless.

Yang Huamei's expression changed.

Tan's cold snort came from beside the bed: "How is it? Do you think he can beat you? A filial son is born under the stick!"

Yang Huamei's complexion was even worse, and she was a little embarrassed. She slapped Xiao Hei's back hard: "I'm talking to you, are you going out or not?"

This time, Xiao Hei finally had a reaction, "Go out and go out, what is so fierce!"

When he got up and was about to leave, he deliberately rolled his eyes at Yang Huamei, so angry that Yang Huamei picked up Tan's shoes on the ground as if to hit him, so he ran away with a strange smile.

Because he grew taller, he almost reached the door frame of Tan's house, but he escaped with his back bowed and almost tripped.

Soon, there was the sound of Xiao Hei chasing dogs and cats in the yard, accompanied by bursts of laughter.

Both Yang Huamei and Tan looked at the yard through the window.

The anger on Yang Huamei's face dissipated, and she once again showed a kind and gratifying smile like an old mother.

"Mother, look at my Xiao Hei, this child has been so heartless since he was a child, compared to Da Bai, he really has no intentions..."

"Humph."

Tan groaned in her nostrils, and turned her face away to ignore the remark.

Wang Po sells melons and boasts about herself. This is not heartless, but stupid.

It's fine if you're stupid, at least you're happy with yourself and won't cause harm to others.

But you're stupid and selfish and greedy, that's not good!
But Mrs. Tan was tired and didn't want to talk about it. She couldn't listen to the silly girl in front of her after talking about it. Instead, she wasted the love between mother and daughter. Why bother?

Yang Huamei took a few more glances at Xiao Hei's cheerful look, and her mood gradually calmed down a bit. She patted the ashes on the shoes in her hand and came to Mrs. Tan.

"Mom, it's cold, let me put your shoes on for you."

Tan did not refuse.

Yang Huamei squatted down, gently held Tan's little foot in a sock and placed it on her lap, instead of busying with overshoes, she gently rubbed the soles of Tan's feet with the palms of her hands, and buried her head from time to time Go take a few breaths.

He didn't put the shoes on until he rubbed his feet until they were warm.

Tan has already turned her face to look down at Yang Huamei.

The daughter is more than three years older than the fat girl, the fat girl is 29, and the daughter is 32.

The fat girl has jet-black hair and a watery face, as young and energetic as a newly married daughter-in-law.

The daughter is 32, with a sallow complexion and dry hair, with a few conspicuous white hairs mixed in between.

When Fatty rubbed her shoulders and beat her legs, her hands were white and tender, her fingers were like green onions, and her nails were shiny pink. Except for a thin layer of calluses on the finger pads, the rest of them were basically fifteen or sixteen. aged girl's hands.

And that layer of calluses, according to her own account, was ground out by dancing with a knife.

But what about the daughter's hands?

Covering her face, no one doubted that it was the hand of the aunt. The skin on the back of the hand was wrinkled together, and thick blue veins could be seen inside, and a few age spots appeared on the wrist.

"Mom, get dressed."

Yang Huamei raised her head and smiled flatteringly at Tan, the fine lines at the corners of her eyes crowded together.

Tan's nose was sore, and she suddenly hugged Yang Huamei's head and held it in her arms, tears streaming down her face, "My good girl, why are you working so hard? Protecting the little one and taking care of the old one, with a A tuberculosis man, you are the one who cries and the one who laughs, all the suffering in the world falls on your shoulders, you are only in your early thirties and you have grown up like this, my mother can't bear it..."

Yang Huamei was suddenly embraced by Mrs. Tan, and then she heard a cry above her head accompanied by indistinct words, and she was a little unable to react for a while.

It wasn't until big hot tears fell on her cheeks and the back of her hands that she realized it.

"Mom, don't be like this, I'm not bitter, really, I'm not bitter at all..."

Yang Huamei struggled to raise her head, her eyes were red, but she smiled and reached out to help Tan's tears.

"Who is suffering if you are not suffering? The old Wang's family is counting on you for their ailments. I said that Xiao Hei before, and it would be difficult for you to be caught in the middle. How tall were you when you were not out of the cabinet?" My temper, look at me now, I have said that about you, and you still smiled and came over to help me put on my shoes, my son, you make my mother feel uncomfortable..."

(End of this chapter)