Lao Deng was beaten violently, and Zhang Lihua didn't stop even if she shouted, "I was wrong! I won't dare anymore!"
Until Mr. Zhang, who had been sitting upright in the room, said, "Ju Niang, okay, don't hit her. She's still young. It doesn't matter if she makes a mistake. Just know she's wrong. If you hit her again, she'll be broken."
Already."
Old Mrs. Deng listened, paused for a moment, then pressed down on Zhang Lihua three or four times and hit her three or four times. Then she stopped and panted: "I'll see if you dare next time! If you dare again, let's see.
I won’t break your legs!”
Zhang Lihua was in great pain all over. It was obvious that she had been beaten very hard. The beating finally stopped. She lowered her head and bared her teeth. She kept saying, "Yes, I know I was wrong. I won't dare to do it again."
"
Old Mrs. Deng snorted, "You are not allowed to eat today, why don't you go to work?!"
After that, he threw away the broom, took the money and went into the upper room.
He murmured: "This girl really needs a lesson! If I don't take care of her properly, she won't look good!"
"Okay, Ju Niang, don't get so angry."
"..."
The voices in the upper room were ringing, but no one listened to what they said.
Zhang Lihua couldn't rest after being beaten. She endured the pain and went back to the well to wash the mushrooms.
Song Qiu pursed her lips, and was dragged back to the kitchen by Old Yuan. She looked at the food on the table, but she lost her appetite.
Miao's voice came from the Zhang family's yard next door, "Mom, dad, it's time to eat!"
Song Qiu sighed slightly, looked at her breasts and said, "Mistress, why did you hold me back just now and not let me go?"
Old Yuan also sighed softly. He had all kinds of thoughts in his mind, but he didn't say them out loud. He only said: "The pear blossoms are growing. It's impossible not to eat for a day. I remember you still have some white noodles you bought last time."
, after eating rice and milk, I will light the fire for you, stir up the flour and spread some pancakes, and later go up the mountain and give them to Lihua."
Has she forgotten that her grandma is Grandma Deng’s good sister?
The relationship is as close as her and Lihua!
Song Qiu rolled her eyes and did not tell her that Grandma Deng was so ruthless. She responded and arbitrarily stripped off the porridge in the bowl. Don't waste it. Then she got up and went to the cupboard to get the remaining porridge.
Order some flour.
There was only a small bowl of flour, which was enough to spread out a few pancakes.
There are no onions right now, so I have to spread out a simple pancake.
I took a large bowl, mixed the flour with water and stirred it into a batter, then beat two eggs into it, added an appropriate amount of salt, and stirred evenly.
Old Yuan also lit the fire. Song Qiu washed the pot, poured soybean oil into the pot, and used a spatula to push the soybean oil into a large circle at the bottom of the pot, so that it was all covered with oil.
Then spoon a large spoonful of batter into it, spread it out with a spatula, and fry it on the bottom of the pan.
One side was half-brown and the pancake had taken shape. Song Qiu quickly used a shovel to flip it over, then spread out this side.
When both sides are browned and the pancake is cooked, Song Qiu shovels it out, puts it in a dustpan on the side, and continues to scoop batter into it.
Until all the batter is scooped out, seven or eight thin pancakes have been fried.
Song Qiu took out the top three and wrapped the remaining shredded pumpkin meat one by one. He wrapped three rolls out and wrapped them in pumpkin leaves separately. The remaining ones were wrapped in pumpkin leaves and they were all together.
Put it in the backpack.
The midday sun was a bit bright. Going up the mountain under this sun was very hot, so I usually had to take a break.
But Song Qiu listened to the news of the Zhang family. The Zhang family had all eaten and went to take a nap, while Lihua was still cleaning the mountain fungus in front of the water well.
She poured a bowl of water, filled a water bag with water and put it in her backpack. Everything was ready. She stood at the door of the stove and saw that Lihua had washed the mountain mushrooms she had picked up in the morning and was standing there.
Go to the eaves to dry.
There wasn't much movement from the Zhang family.
Then he put the basket on his back and got up, and said to old Yuan who was still sitting in the kitchen house: "Mistress, I'm going up the mountain."
"Find a shady place to rest, don't rush to face the sun." Old Yuan nodded and said.
Song Qiu hummed, walked out of the door, and shouted to the Zhang family: "Lihua, let's go and pick up mountain mushrooms!"
"Here we come!" Zhang Lihua responded, and soon appeared from the house with a backpack on her back and ran towards this side.
Song Qiu grabbed her, and the two little girls headed up the mountain without saying a word.
In the upper room of the Zhang family and the inner room of the wing, the windows were open. Sitting on the only chair in the room, Mr. Deng could clearly see things in the Song family yard.
She had good eyesight, and she could clearly see that Song Qiu's basket on his back was not empty, but that something should have been put there.
A smile of relief seemed to flash through Lao Deng's eyes. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of Lao Dou Zhang lying on the bed with his eyes closed and snoring lightly. She sighed almost inaudibly.
Then I took the sewing basket on the side and sewed a pair of socks.
Maybe it was the sound of scissors being put into the basket, or something else.
Mr. Zhang who was on the bed opened his eyes and turned his head, "Why don't you take a rest? You're not in a hurry to put it on because you're afraid of delaying what you'll do now."
"If I don't rest, how can I rest? I'm so angry." Old Deng said with an angry tone.
After listening to this, Mr. Zhang simply sat up, crossed his legs on the bed, looked at Mr. Deng, and said as if to persuade: "Are you so angry? My girl is disobedient. Every family has to worry about it. I have scolded her.
, she has been beaten, and I think she has gained a good memory, so don’t make yourself angry because of this."
Old Mrs. Deng snorted, obviously not listening.
Zhang Laodou said: "You have always had this temper for so many years. How can you not get over it? After all, he is also your child and your grandson. How can you remember it like this?"
"Tell me about you, you have never given Shuiqin a good look when she is at home. Now that she has been married for so many years, you are the same every year when you come back. You are always yelling in front of your son-in-law, and you are not afraid of leaving your daughter in her husband's house.
Not having a good time."
"That's all. Shuiqin is of a temperamental nature and doesn't remember you. But this girl Lihua is different. She is just like her brother and has a big temper. It's inevitable that she doesn't hate you in her heart. When you say you, you are obviously
For her own good, don’t make the girl resent you in the end, right?"
"On the contrary, it makes you so angry."
Old Mrs. Deng listened silently, without looking at Mr. Zhang, and just sewed her socks. After Mr. Zhang finished speaking, she said, "I'm afraid she will hold a grudge? I'll pee every time."
What's wrong with the person who raised her and scolded her and hit her twice? I'm afraid she will bear a grudge? Who is following whom? Do you remember love or not?"
"I'm good for her? I'm not good for her. How can I be free? She is now in her teens. She found someone to marry as early as possible, but she looks so pale!"
When Zhang Laodou saw that the old lady didn't listen to her heart after trying to persuade her, but she was still acting like this, he sighed: "You, you, you have such a bad temper."
But I felt particularly comfortable in my heart.
After all, he was afraid that the old woman would be angry, so he waited for a while and then said: "Tomorrow, the fourth child will go to the town and ask him to bring you a bag of brown sugar. You can drink it with water every day. It is good for your health."
Old Mrs. Deng seemed to have said yes and continued to make socks.
Seeing that she really didn't want to rest on the bed, Mr. Zhang ignored her, lay down again, and soon fell asleep.
And Mrs. Deng was almost done with one sock. She got up and went out to the backyard to go to the latrine.
I happened to bump into Lao Yuan who was also in the backyard.
The two old sisters looked at each other and said nothing, but said nothing.