Abandoned Daughter's Beautiful Pastoral

Chapter 13
Zhang Xiaocao left the two rabbits behind and returned home with the remaining firewood on her back. Since that day, she had no intention of taking the rabbit home again. The first time she took it back, she wanted to satisfy Xiao Zhuangzhuang's greed, but What really got into his mouth was only two yuan, why not secretly buy him delicious food after earning money!

The whole yard was quiet. In the kitchen, the elder sister-in-law Liu was cooking dinner. When she saw my sister-in-law coming in with firewood on her back, she stepped forward to help unload it.

"It's quite heavy. My sister-in-law should carry it less in the future. She is growing tall. It's not good if it gets crushed!"

Zhang Xiaocao listened to her sister-in-law's concern, her heart warmed slightly, she nodded with a smile and said, "It's not too heavy, I can handle it, by the way, sister-in-law, where is Zhuang Zhuang?"

In the past, the little guy always followed the sister-in-law.

While adding firewood to the stove, Mrs. Liu said: "Perhaps it was windy in the morning, and he had a fever in the afternoon. I gave him medicine and let him sleep."

After Zhang Xiaocao heard this, she was a little anxious, and after talking to her sister-in-law, she went into the room to see the little guy.

In the middle of the kang, there was a small bulge. Zhang Xiaocao stepped forward lightly. Seeing that the little guy's pale face was blushing and his breathing was a little heavy, she couldn't help being anxious, and reached out to touch him. Fortunately, the fever was not too serious, and he was sweating, presumably the fever was about to subside.

With a little heart, he tucked the quilt for him, and went to the kitchen to help his sister-in-law cook.

As soon as the meal was ready, Zhang Dashan and Zhang Baojin, who went to work in the town, also came back. Seeing that it was getting dark, the Zhao family and Zhang Baoyin's brothers and sisters were still in the house, so Zhang Xiaocao had to go out to find someone. From a distance, she saw Mrs. Zhao come back with Zhang Xiaobao.

After walking in, Zhang Xiaocao found that Mrs. Zhao had a dark face, as if someone owed her hundreds of dollars.

When Mrs. Zhao saw Zhang Xiaocao standing at the door, she remembered what she had just heard, and immediately became angry. She stared and scolded, "What are you doing here? Being a door god? Seeing you The old lady is angry, you are a bad luck bastard!"

Zhang Xiaocao's forehead twitched violently when she was scolded, she didn't know what Zhao's convulsion was, she didn't bother to pay attention, and turned around and went into the yard.

Mrs. Zhao hit the cotton with her fist, and couldn't express or swallow the anger all over her body. Looking at Zhang Xiaocao's back, she stared angrily, and dragged Zhang Xiaobao into the yard cursingly.

Not long after, Zhang Baozhu also came back. Unlike Mrs. Zhao, she was full of smiles and had a ruddy complexion. It was obvious that she had encountered something extremely happy. When she saw Zhang Xiaocao, she rarely rolled her eyes.

Zhang Xiaocao wondered secretly, because she knew that this proud elder sister would not be able to catch her eyes except for visiting Lin Shiyuan's house, other girls in the village, it must have happened to something good!
Sure enough, Zhang Baozhu didn't notice that Mrs. Zhao's complexion was wrong, and said to Mrs. Zhao who was still dark-faced: "Mother, brother Zhaoyuan is back and has been admitted as a scholar. People from the government will come to announce the good news in two days. Shiyuan Said that their family is going to have a banquet, and invite the people in the village to eat!"

In normal times, Mrs. Zhao might have said a few words, but today she really got angry. It's not like her third son was admitted as a scholar!
"Isn't it just being admitted as a scholar, what's so great about it? Your third brother will be admitted soon!"

When Zhang Baozhu saw that her mother said so about her brother Zhaoyuan, she was immediately upset.

"How can the third brother compare to brother Zhaoyuan! Brother Zhaoyuan was admitted as a scholar at only fourteen this year, and his ranking is very high. It will not be easy for the third brother to be admitted by then. Can the third brother be as smart as brother Zhaoyuan?"

Mrs. Zhao couldn't see others saying that her children were not as good as others'. When her daughter said that her third son was not as good as others in front of her, she immediately patted the table and shouted angrily: "I haven't married yet, and my elbows are turned away." ? Your third brother is still two years younger, and he will definitely pass the exam when the time comes, and he will definitely win the first prize in the future!"

It was the first time for Zhang Baozhu to be scolded by her mother like this, and she felt extremely wronged, and couldn't help asking with red eyes: "What's wrong with mother? Why are you angry at your daughter?"

Mrs. Zhao also realized that her tone was wrong. Seeing her daughter being so aggrieved, she quickly softened her tone, took her hand and explained: "It's mother's fault. Mother's heart is in a panic today, not because she is angry with you!"

This is the daughter I have placed high hopes on, but I can't bear to let her be wronged, and I blame that damn girl Xiaocao!

Thinking of this, he glared at Zhang Xiaocao who was eating silently, and the more he looked at it, the more angry he became.

Seeing this, Zhang Xiaocao immediately became vigilant. She hasn't provoked her recently, and it's probably because she encountered bad things outside and came back to blame her.

Naturally, Zhang Baozhu didn't miss this scene. She glanced at Zhang Xiaocao with malicious intentions, and said softly to Zhao: "How can my daughter blame mother? It's just that mother is unhappy. Tell her, she doesn't want mother to feel uncomfortable. !"

Mrs. Zhao patted Zhang Baozhu's hand lovingly. This daughter is still caring, unlike that useless dead girl. Now hearing her daughter mentioning it, she chattered endlessly as if she had found an outlet: "It's not that Xiaocao is dead. Girl, I went to Dr. Li's house with blood on my face that day, and was seen by others. This dead girl also said that my mother beat me. Those meddlesome talkers are ugly. They said that my mother is partial and vicious. How can my mother be partial? Is it short of her food or her drink? If my mother is vicious, she should throw this dead girl into the piss bucket and drown her when she is born, so as not to annoy her now!"

After finishing speaking, he gave Zhang Xiaocao a hard look, as if it was her father-killer and enemy.

Zhang Xiaocao is speechless, you are not biased, the original owner will be drowned because you indulged the youngest son?You are not vicious, can you wish to beat me to death again and again?

"Both of you, hurry up and eat. It's dark and you still need lamp oil. What those people said is not true. You were the one who injured Xiaocao'er's head. How many words did they say wrong?"

Zhang Dashan put down his chopsticks, and interrupted his wife with a displeased face. He went to work in the town these days, and he also heard it from the people who went to work with them in the town. Only then did he know that his little daughter was treated like this at home. He was extremely dissatisfied with Mrs. Zhao, and asked her to be nice to her little daughter last night, but she made trouble here again today.

Mrs. Zhao felt unhappy all of a sudden, she slapped her chopsticks on the table, crossed her hips and said in a weird way: "What's wrong with my old lady's words? Isn't this damn girl talking nonsense outside, those people will chew their tongues indiscriminately?"

Mrs. Zhao was already very unhappy about her husband's repeated humiliation. Today, when she got angry outside, her husband not only refused to speak for her, but instead said that she was wrong, which made her feel even more uncomfortable, so she pushed all of this away. To the "culprit" head.

Zhang Xiaocao didn't mind what Mrs. Zhao thought of her, but she didn't want to take the responsibility of pouring all the dirty water on her, so she put down the bowl and chopsticks and said lightly: "Mother misunderstood, I don't work at home every day. Son, I just go to collect firewood, I don’t have time to go out and talk nonsense!”

(End of this chapter)