Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Make up the difference

That brat really doesn't know what's good and what's wrong!

"Bah, I don't believe it, the only one who is really kind to me in this world is Miss Qiaohong, you don't count!" Xiao Hei said confidently.

"What? Brat, what did you say?" Yang Huamei was furious at this sentence.

"Other people married their daughter-in-law and forgot their mother, what are you doing?"

"You don't recognize me as a mother before my daughter-in-law enters the door? Good boy, are your wings hardened, or are you going to turn the world upside down?"

"Old lady, I treat you with all my heart and soul like this, but you still say that about me, does your conscience hurt?"

While Yang Huamei was questioning these words, her eyes were already filled with water vapor, and the eye sockets were gradually filled with tears.

However, Xiao Hei couldn't see it.

Even if you see it, you will pretend not to see it.

Because he pointed to the two bowls on the table: "You keep saying that you are good to me, and you look at the watermelon porridge, and I have the same amount as Zhuangzhuang!"

"Why are there so many of the same?" Yang Huamei asked.

Xiao Hei pointed at Zhuang Zhuang and said loudly, "He's such a big ass, can he eat such a big bowl?"

"Look at me again, I'm such a big person, just such a bowl, can I be full?"

"You keep saying that you love me, fart. Before you were strong, you only had my brother in your eyes. Now, you are full of eyes on your grandson. Eating watermelon porridge will reveal your true colors!"

"True face?" Yang Huamei stomped her feet in anger at this sentence.

She pointed to her nose and asked Xiao Hei: "You said, I'm wearing a mask? You bastard, you even compete with your nephew's bowl, are you still human?"

Xiao Hei sneered: "Can he eat so much watermelon porridge as a child? It's not like you don't know my appetite, but you just prefer your grandson, I can see it through!"

Yang Huamei's fingers were already trembling.

"Xiao Hei, you are heartless, you hurt my heart like this, get out, get out!"

Yang Huamei pointed to the door and asked Xiao Hei to go, but Xiao Hei sneered and pulled the stool over and sat down.

"Mother, are you saying the wrong thing?" Xiao Hei crossed his legs, tapped his fingers on the table, and squinted at Yang Huamei.

"Mother, this house was given to me."

"The new house belongs to my brother."

"Your house is between the old house and the new house."

"So, the one who should go is you, not me!"

"What? What are you talking about?" Yang Huamei's eyeballs almost popped out of their sockets, and blood surged up all over her body.

"You brat, what are you talking about? At the beginning, we pretended to separate the family so that you could marry Xu Qiaohong smoothly, it wasn't a real separation!"

"The room in the middle was also set up to fool Lao Xu's family. You, you bastard, are you really going to drive me to live there? You're going to turn the world upside down, you!"

Facing Yang Huamei's accusation, Xiao Hei sat there looking like an old god, not at all guilty.

Yang Huamei was so angry that she rushed to Xiao Hei and pushed Xiao Hei's shoulder hard.

"You bastard, I'm talking to you, did you hear me!"

"This house belongs to me, it belongs to me and your father! It has nothing to do with you, do you know that!"

Little Hei hummed in his nostrils, then picked up the bowl, gulped down the watermelon porridge, making a gurgling sound.

Yang Huamei was so angry that she snatched the bowl from his hand and put it heavily on the table beside her.

"I'm talking to you, you still eat, eat!"

Xiao Hei picked at Yang Huamei's painful ear, and glanced at Yang Huamei with disdain.

"Mother, pull it down! You built a new house for my brother, and threw these old houses to me like rags. Does your conscience hurt?"

Yang Huamei was so angry that her heart tightened up and down, she clutched her heart, and staggered back several steps.

Seeing her like this, Xiao Hei not only didn't feel anxious or worried, but gloated and said, "How is it? I really hit the mark? Is my conscience really hurt?"

"Now, you should admit that you have partiality!"

Xiao Hei put his hands on his hips, incomparably righteous and confident.

Yang Huamei opened her mouth and tried to take a few deep breaths before her heart relaxed a little.

"Xiao Hei, you, you let me down so much, why are you so heartless!"

Xiao Hei continued to sneer: "Mom, you have let me down a long time ago."

"You used all your wealth to help my brother buy a new house, and left these decades-old houses to me, and you made a terrible appearance,"

"You want me to be grateful? That's impossible, you're sending beggars away! I don't appreciate you!"

Xiao Hei's sharp words made Yang Huamei dumbfounded.

"Then what do you want to do to make you feel that I am not partial?" She gritted her teeth and asked.

Xiao Hei shook his head, and said confidently: "Not to mention anything else, at least I have what my brother has."

"You bought him a new house and sent me the old one. Do you have to make up the difference?"

Make up the difference?
Yang Huamei felt that her teeth were about to bite her tongue.

"How do you make up for the difference in the price?" She asked in a trembling voice.

Xiao Hei thought about it seriously, and said, "As for me, I have two ideas, either, push down this old house and build a new one."

"The specifications of the house don't need to be too big or too rich, just like my brother and the others!"

The corners of Yang Huamei's mouth turned up into a sneer: "Then let's talk about the second thought!"

Xiao Hei said: "The second idea is very simple. How much did it cost to build the new house, and how much is the old house worth? If I can't post the price difference between them, it will be fine."

Yang Huamei stared at Xiao Hei coldly: "The price difference? Then tell me, how much is the price difference between the ears worth?"

Xiao Hei raised a finger: "I don't count you as much, just ten taels of silver!"

"You give me these ten taels of silver as a bride price, and I won't say anything about you in the future, okay?"

Yang Huamei didn't say a word, but looked around.

Then, she saw Zhuang Zhuang standing next to the bowl, stretching out his fingers to grab the watermelon porridge and stuffing it into his mouth, he was still licking his fingers and smashing his mouth.

As for the bowl of watermelon porridge in front of Xiao Hei, because he was busy talking earlier, he hasn't eaten much yet.

Heartbroken, Yang Huamei grabbed Xiao Hei's bowl and splashed it directly on Xiao Hei's face!

This bowl of watermelon porridge has long been warm, and it is not hot at all.

But if you splash it on your face, the taste will definitely not be pleasant.

At least, Xiao Hei doesn't have that good fortune anymore.

Sure enough, Xiao Hei was instantly dumbfounded after being splashed like this.

When he came back to his senses, he jumped up from the stool and wiped his face with both hands.

He shouted even more in horror: "I'm going to die, I'm going to burn to death..."

This is not hot to death at all!

So Yang Huamei immediately picked up the broom next to her, and after chasing after Xiao Hei, she was pumped: "You bastard, you heartless white-eyed wolf, you despise my mother and want to drive her out of the house,"

"Are you going to drain my mother's hard-earned money?"

"If I beat you to death today, I'll pretend I didn't give birth to such a bastard like you!"

(End of this chapter)