The peasant girl wants to turn the sky: the black-bellied husband, come to farm

Chapter 122

A hundred steamed buns are not too heavy for Qiao Xiaomai. She carried a sack on her shoulders and four sets of clothes in the pannier on her back. Qiao Dami carried a small basket with a bowl of boiled fish in it. There was also a plate of marinated chicken feet, and the two siblings appeared at the gate of Qiao's old courtyard.

The people in the old home were eating lunch in the yard. Zhu Cuiying cut the five white steamed buns given by Qiao Mai yesterday into pieces, and put them in a pot with wild vegetables and fried them. One spoonful for each person.

In addition to fried steamed buns, there are thick noodle steamed buns and thin millet porridge that can be used as a mirror.

Seeing Qiao Mai and his brother, Qiao Qinghe put down the bowl in his hand and stood up, his brows were tightly frowned, "What are you two doing, go back!"

Mrs. Sun was sitting at the gate of the courtyard. When she heard Qiao Qinghe's words, she quickly put down the large porcelain bowl in her hand, and ran to Qiao Maimai in a few steps, "You girl, what's in this bag?"

As she spoke, she reached out to take the small basket from Qiao Dami's hand, because the action was too violent, the boiled fish in the bowl spilled a lot of soup.

Seeing this, Qiao Dami silently stood behind her sister without saying a word.

Qiao Mai put down the sack on his shoulder, "This is steamed buns, made of white flour."

When Mrs. Sun heard it, her face immediately fell down, "I'm talking about flour!"

Qiao Xiaomai put down the pannier behind her, and upon hearing this, she replied, "Not this time, but not next time."

When Mrs. Sun heard this, she quickly reached out and grabbed the sack.

It doesn't matter if it didn't achieve the expected purpose, at least I got something.

Thinking of this, when she saw the clothes in the basket, she only snorted a few times without scolding, and said, "Wait."

As she spoke, she turned around and wanted to take the basket and sack home with her.

Qiao Qinghe came out at this time, and said with a dark face, "Give it back to Mai!"

"What do you pay back! Changshun is rich, why don't we eat white steamed buns as a filial piety? You are his real father! You can eat white steamed buns and he won't be enough for him!" Mrs. Sun bypassed him and entered the house.

Zhu Cuiying greeted her with a happy face, "Mother, where do you put this?"

"What to put in it? Eat it directly!" Bitch, it's all things that can't be brought to the town to give to Sun Junyan, it's definitely on purpose!
"Okay." Zhu Cuiying smiled with only a slit in her eyes, and there are fish and chicken feet, this bitch is really rich!
"Grandpa, these are the clothes I bought for you and grandma." Qiao Xiaomai handed the clothes to the embarrassed Qiao Qinghe, "Grandma is right, this is what my father should give, you can keep it at ease."

Her eyes were clear and her expression was calm. Qiao Qinghe felt even more ashamed, "No, no, take it back."

He was ashamed.

When he first settled down in Anping Village, he was sick from time to time because of depression in his heart. At that time, the Sun family supported the family, so he couldn't stand up straight in front of Sun.

So he also ignored the upbringing of a few children. When he noticed, the children, except for Qiao Changshun and Sun Junyan, were all crooked.

He felt ashamed of the brothers of the Qiao family.

But at that time, for Sun Junyan's study, he acquiesced to Sun's banditry for many years, which made him feel even more guilty towards Qiao Changshun.

He subsidized Zhuang Luhe in private, but his subsidy was useless.

Qiao Changshun limped, Zhuang Lvhe ran away, and his second son's family almost broke up.

When Qiao Xiaomai said the words that Qiao Changshun looked older than him, his mind really went blank at that moment.

He was wrong, and his guilt towards Qiao Changshun's family was even heavier.

This kind of guilt prevented him from accepting Qiao Xiaomai's filial piety.

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