C249 blind eyes

This question was unsolvable, and no one knew what exactly happened. Aunt Chen's and Uncle Chen's expressions were ugly, even the normally honest and honest Chen Erniu did not say a word when he saw the two elders.

The few of them had their own guesses, but they put it behind them for now as they got off the cars at the's home entrance.

As soon as Song Zhien entered the courtyard, he shouted "Mother."

He ran into the house with the things he had bought. Although the things that had happened today had made him feel troubled, he had gained most of the happiness from going out. He was also holding the book bought by the Sis A in his hands, and after entering the door, he directly showed it to Madame Song.

"Mother, I bought the book today. Don't blame Sis A and I for spending all this money."

Lady Song Li looked at the smile on her youngest son's face and lightly shook her head. "Reading is a good thing. As long as it's a useful book, it's only natural that my mother will not stop you."

"Then you don't blame Sis A and I?" The kid who was half a year old had already passed the grade of rolling in the arms of his parents and acting like a spoiled child. However, he was still the youngest in the family.

The letter from last night blew away the dark clouds that had been hanging over the house like a cool breeze.

That feeling of relaxation and joy came from deep within his bones.

Madame Song Li shook her head. "It's not your fault, it's not your fault. As long as you study hard and buy as many books as you want, Aunt is willing."

Mian Niang earned quite a bit from selling tofu. In the past, even adults and children would have such thoughts, but they still had to think about how much money this book would have to provide for them.

With Mother's permission, Song Zhien carefully placed the book into his bag.

"What did you buy?" She clearly knew that there was a layer of window flowers on the window, but Madame Song Li still couldn't help but stick her head out.

The child had a good memory, so he counted them one by one for his mother. Then, he turned around and went outside to help bring the things inside the house.

He placed the offerings on the lid, not daring to touch them. On the other hand, there were only a few items, and like a treasure, he took them out for Mother to see. "Sis A bought these for you, Mother, please try them."

Madame Song Li was caught off guard and a piece of the pickled fruit was stuffed into her mouth. It was covered in a layer of honey, it was sour, sweet, sour and sweet. It was indeed tasty, but a bit too cold.

There was no helping it, this journey was too cold.

Mian Niang entered the house right after, and saw this scene, she immediately stopped the child: "If it's so cold, stuff it for Mother to eat, what would I do if Mother gets scolded?"

Madame Song Li's mouth was still stuffed with the candied fruit, she did not eat it, and could not speak either. Seeing that Mian Niang was about to take the candied fruit, she immediately stopped him.

He took out two pills from his storage ring, one for each of his children.

She finally ate the candied fruit in her mouth. Madame Song said indifferently, "Go ahead and eat. Don't think that your mother eats it all by herself."

"Let the hyposome eat it, I don't like eating this thing." Mian Niang said as she was about to put the fruit back.

Song Zhien, upon hearing this, also wanted to put it back.

Song Li stopped her youngest son with one hand, and only looked at Mian Niang with her eyes: "Is your mother that mean?"

With these words, Mian Niang had no way of refuting them. She could only put the candied fruit in her mouth.

A sour and sweet taste flowed from his mouth, it was indeed delicious.

Song Zhien laughed as he bent his eyes, then said to his mother: "It's delicious, even sweeter than the grapes on the mountain."

Mountain grape seeds were very small, so eating that thing was actually just eating it. However, it was still very sweet and was still the favorite of all the kids.

Mian Niang also nodded and said softly, "Delicious."

Lady Song Li looked at Yi'er and his daughter, and suddenly felt her heart ache: "Is this considered delicious? "Actually, there are a lot of good things to eat in this world. It's just that our family is poor and we can't afford to eat better things. You all have also never seen anything better, so you all feel that this food is delicious."

At a good time, she and Song Youfu had also worked hard to earn money by farming. Who didn't want to live a good life, and had a few parents who could see their own sons and daughters suffer poverty along with them? It was just that their family's conditions were not good.

The few dollars that Baba had saved from his teeth had all been lost when she broke her leg. The eldest son was still studying and had to return home to help with the farming since then.

It was too much for him to support his family of five, and he had no money to spare for his eldest son to study.

Even the three old tiled houses that they currently lived in were left behind by the parturient mother-in-law for dozens of years.

The only daughter hadn't been to school for a day, and this wasn't the only thing that had happened to her family. In the families of the eight villages on the left, right, and left, there were also a few girls who had studied.

To be able to write his name and recognize two words, it was fine as long as he was not fooled when buying and selling items.

However, Song Zhixiao's thoughts were different from his parents'. Mian Niang himself was also willing to learn, so he taught all he had learned in the academy to his sister.

The old couple did not stop him.

As long as Mian Niang did not hold back on her family's business, everything was fine.

In this family, all of the small things that they had to do were done by Mian Niang, washing clothes, cooking, and coaxing their younger brother. Ever since Madame Song's legs were broken, most of these things fell onto Mian Niang's shoulders.

Mian Niang had to do all the household chores, and her family life was even more urgent now.

Normally, he would have to sell all two eggs, not to mention candied pastries or something like that. If not, he would not even be unable to afford the betrothal gift from Song Zhixiao's wife.

In all these years, it was the first time Madame Song thought about herself. It was not that she was reflecting on her attitude towards Mian Niang, but rather, it was because he and Song Youfu, who had already passed away, were not people with a broad enough horizon, and their perspectives were too shallow. All these years, she had not been able to think of any way to earn money, which was why she had to rely on the heavens to survive on those few acres of land.

When the Chen Daniu brothers first went to the city to work, they also called for Song Zhixiao. However, at that time, when their parents did not agree, they felt that if they went to the city to work and were ordered by others, they would really become slaves.

To put it simply, he was a coward who did not know how to change his ways.

After that, he had the thought of asking Song Zhixiao to work together with them for short periods of time, and that was because he saw that the Chen brothers were really earning money.

Wu Niang only asked her to make needle and thread to sell them, and she only worked so hard without spending any money. Since the lackey did come to take them often, it was also because of Wu Niang's urging, that made her say some bad words one after another.

His family was poor and he couldn't afford it.

The more he thought about it, the more afraid he became of it.

Later, Mian Niang wanted to make tofu.

In her heart, she did not agree with him, but what could she do about it? Planting was hard work, only men could do it, the needlework was given to other people by the merchant, this was no longer an option, the family of three, they would sooner or later have to drink that amount of money in the northwest wind.

She had no choice but to agree. When she took out the money, Mrs. Song Li's heart was no different from bleeding, she could not sleep if she could not eat, she was afraid Mian Niang would even lose the money.

Even if the business was stable, her mind wouldn't be able to calm down. She would want to look like she was earning money right now, but who could guarantee that she would always earn money by making tofu?

In the summer, when all the vegetables in In the garden had come down, who would still buy tofu to eat?

No matter how you looked at it, it did not seem like a long-term solution. If someone ordered tofu, he would be worried that they might not want it anymore.

If not for the fact that her relationship with Mian Niang was extremely unfamiliar, she would have told him about it long ago.

Furthermore, there was the matter that she had settled with the Peach Blossom House back then.

Now that he thought about it, it seemed like he was lucky that he did not stop them. Otherwise, where would he have gotten the money for the candied fruits and books?

His youngest son's school was probably not going to last very long as well.

Her heart was struggling uncontrollably, but she could not say or show it. Therefore, Mian Niang only saw her absent-mindedness, and the sadness in her eyes.

Thinking that she was once again thinking about Brother and Father, she hurriedly interjected, "I'll go cook in a while. Does Mother have anything to eat?"

Madame Song Li came back to her senses and glanced out of the window. Indeed, it was time to cook.

"What's at home?"

It was rare for her heart to be so calm, so Mian Niang was willing to say a few more words to get close to her.

Yesterday's cornbread seed s have not finished eating, but the dishes are gone.

Then we can leave the cornbread seed for tomorrow to eat, you are not busy today, so we can make some noodles when we have time.

"Noodle?" Mian Niang suspected that she misheard, the noodles that her family bought had to be kept for the next two days.

When Song Zhien heard about noodles, his eyes lit up. He immediately sat beside his mother and asked for confirmation repeatedly, "Mother, do you really want to make noodles? Do you want the Sis A to make noodles? "

Madame Song touched his hair and nodded with a smile: "Yes, making noodles is a great thing for Yours. We can't celebrate in broad daylight, and we can't go around and talk to others about it."

These two children, one was thinner than the other, so they couldn't eat meat or meat in their home. Furthermore, they were always early in the morning and were always greedy for darkness, so how could the children in other families endure like this pair of brother and sister?

Madame Song calculated in her heart, how much money she earned and how much she spent every day, excluding those for her youngest son to study at home, she would save up for the money to tell his eldest son that she was his daughter-in-law. If her meals were improved twice a month, she didn't know if that would work.

Even though he had been doing this for a long time, he was still unable to settle the score. He had no choice but to give up. At this time, he could not help but rejoice silently, because at that time, Mian Niang was fortunate that he had learned to read and settle accounts with his eldest son. Otherwise, he would have been blind and fooled.

Mian Niang went to the kitchen and scooped out three bowls of white noodles. It took her so long to eat a meal with her family members, so she was afraid that if she made too little, she wouldn't be able to eat enough.

The noodles were made into hot soup, but not brine.

He also didn't want to waste the noodle soup.

Song Zhien was unable to read the two pages of the book, so he helped Sis A to cook for him.

Mian Niang smiled and pointed to her forehead: "You still keep saying you want to protect me, isn't this just a little kid?"

"I am no longer a child!" The child straightened his neck to defend himself.

"He's not a child. Whose adult is drooling at the wok?"

Song Zhien didn't know what to say, and could only stare at Sis A with a red face and thick neck.