Chapter 63 Eight years old, not too young

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Mrs. Dong Wu never thought that her good eldest son would be gone if he said no.

Originally, she was heartbroken and sad because of what Mrs. Dong said, "There is no shortage of boys in the Dong family."

After all, the elder sister-in-law has three male children, the second sister-in-law has three male children, and she only has one, so she can't provide for them properly.

As a result, before she could recover from these words, Mrs. Dong was shocked again.

"Aunt!!!" Dongwu, who had been stunned for a long time, screamed fiercely. Regardless of the pain, she crawled to Mrs. Dong's side and hugged Mrs. Dong's thigh.

Mrs. Dong moved the pole in front of her, poked her with it, looked at her coldly and said, "What? You still want to refute the decision I made?"

How dare the Dong Wu family do it?

But she was reluctant to hand over Dong Yao. How could she be willing to hand over the eight-year-old boy to Mrs. Dong like this?

Even if this person is Dong Yao's grandma, it won't work!

The rest of the family only watched the fun and didn't pay much attention.

Old Man Dong said a few polite words except when the matchmaker came, and then sat under the eaves to enjoy the cool air.

As for the war between women at home, what does it have to do with him?

He would only look at Mrs. Dong for a moment when something seemed wrong, and the other party would probably understand what he meant.

The other rooms have nothing to do with themselves and are hung up on.

In addition, when Mrs. Dong is so angry, who dares to touch her fur?

Therefore, everyone can’t wait for the cat to watch the fun in their own house.

Dong Laosan was nowhere to be found. Anyway, it was noon, and except for Mr. Dong and the children, there was no trace of the men in the family at all.

At this time, Mrs. Dong was tired, Mrs. Dongwu was almost going crazy with anger. The second wife finally came out of the house, pinched her waist, raised her head and said: "Oh, I'm talking about my brothers and sisters. I can't harm you."

It is even more impossible for you to harm Dong Yao, who is the son of our Dong family and the most important grandson."

The second aunt was very yin and yang, and she deliberately emphasized the accent on "boy" and "boy grandson", and also deliberately imitated Dong Wu's usual way of speaking.

At this time, when I said this, I still used Dong Wu’s usual tone. Isn’t that just adding another knife to Dong Wu’s lung tube?

But Mrs. Dong Wu only wanted to beg Mrs. Dong not to take her Dong Yao away, and had no intention of paying attention to the second uncle.

However, when the words came to her lips, Mrs. Dong Wu did not dare to say them.

"Okay, go back. If you keep saying nonsense every day, let's see how I deal with you." Mrs. Dong waved the pole for a long time and was very tired.

At this moment, I didn't bother to look at Mrs. Wu's hesitant expression. As for the quarrel between the wives, what did it have to do with her?

Does she still want to watch the fun?

If Old Man Dong hadn't said that he should value winter warmth, she wouldn't have even wanted to care about what Wu Wu said today.

It was Old Man Dong’s intention to take Dong Yao with him.

Probably because she didn’t want the winter warmth to be unpleasant, Mrs. Dong kept everything at home that might hinder her eyes from getting cold in the winter.

Mrs. Dongwu didn't want to leave, but when Mrs. Dong's eyes stood up, she shrank in fear.

Finally seeing Dong Nuan not far away, Dong Wu wiped her tears and played the emotional card again: "Nuan Ya, your brother is still young, he..."

"You're not young anymore. Grandpa said that when he was eight years old, he could go up the mountain to collect a lot of firewood." Dong Nuan stood there without moving, his tone was slow and irritating.

Mrs. Dongwu choked, then changed direction and said: "I usually take care of Yao Bao. He is used to me being around. It might not be suitable for him to go to your grandma's place for the first time. He started crying.

Now, what should I do if I disturb your grandma again? Why don’t you tell her..."

Before Dong Wu finished her words, she heard Dong Nuan ask with a smile: "Does this mean that grandma doesn't know how to take care of children?"

After finishing the question, Dong Wu's face turned a little pale, and just as she was about to speak out to refute, she heard Dong Nuan tilt her head and say in confusion: "That shouldn't be the case. Uncle and dad are living well, too."

, it can be seen that grandma can still take care of the child, and she can do it well. Could it be that grandma suspects that grandma can’t take care of the child? "

When Dong Nuan said this, Dong Wu almost ran out of breath. After taking a few breaths, she looked at Dong Nuan with tearful eyes, and her voice was a little louder: "How could it be, I didn't mean it like this, I just...

"

Seeing that Dong Wu was struggling again and didn't know what to say, Dong Nuan looked at her with an incredulous look on her face and raised her voice a little higher: "Since you don't doubt that grandma can't take care of the child, what's the point of Dong Yao following grandma?

Not good? You can still have your hands free, work more, grab the summer harvest in a few days, finish the work at home, maybe you can do some part-time work at the house of the two wealthy and lucky gentlemen, and earn some private property for our house."

Mrs. Dong Wu was so angry at Dong Nuan's words that her face turned black. Finally, she gritted her teeth bitterly and wanted to say something, but Mrs. Dong stopped her: "Ms. Wu, do you have any objections?"

As soon as she heard the old lady's voice, Mrs. Dongwu shivered in fright. She didn't dare to say anything more. She shrank her neck honestly and said, "I listen to grandma."

Mrs. Dong snorted coldly, glanced at the other spectators and said, "What are you looking at? You've had a good rest. Do you want to go to work in the fields?"

Upon hearing this, everyone hurried back to their houses, fearing that they would be sent to work in the fields at noon.

On this hot day, you can break out into a sweat just by standing. Isn’t working a life-threatening thing?

After the others left, Mrs. Dong waved to Dong Nuan, her face not very pretty.

If it weren't for Old Man Dong's confession and Dong Nuan's really smart performance in recent days, Old Mrs. Dong would actually despise this granddaughter.

However, the situation is different now.

"Leave the wooden hairpin with me here for your engagement. When you get married, keep the hairpin on your hair. If your mother-in-law says anything, just think she's farting. Leave her alone. She's just a stupid thing with a brain in her butt.

"When the Dong Wu family was mentioned, Mrs. Dong still gasped with anger.

Dong Nuan didn't try to persuade her, she just said with a smile: "Well, I listen to grandma."

Looking at the obedient Dong Nuan in front of her, Mrs. Dong finally felt a little more at ease. She waved her hand and told Dong Nuan to go play by herself while she wanted to take a rest.

After all, beating people is also physical work, and she was really exhausted.

In the afternoon, Dong Nuan went to school. Dong Yao, who was dominating in the three houses every day, was taken away by Mrs. Dong and taken directly to work in the fields.

Dong Yao wants to quit?

Mrs. Dong doesn't like to spoil her children. She has long wanted to take care of them.

An eight-year-old child can't do anything, and you still expect him to support the family in the future?

I bother!

"The grass in this ridge has not been pulled out yet, so watch your butt carefully." Mrs. Dong put the winter sun into the ridge and showed him what to do, then squatted down in the next ridge.

After watering in the morning, the grass in the ground was easier to pull out, but they had to pull it out in time, otherwise, the weeds, which had been moistened by water, would grow quickly and compete with the crops for the poor nutrients in the soil.

Therefore, it must be removed!


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