When Wang Meilan learned from Li Dayong that her sons Zhao Jun and Li Baoyu had gone into the mountains with two dogs to fight a siege, her reaction was even more intense than Jin Xiaomei's, and she immediately collapsed on the ground.
Wang Meilan is like this. On the one hand, she has a motherly nature. On the other hand, she is different from Jin Xiaomei. She only has one son, Zhao Jun. Zhao Jun is more important to her than anything else.
"Quick! Help me." Seeing this situation, Li Dayong, who had difficulty reaching out, quickly asked Jin Xiaomei to step forward, help Wang Meilan up, and help her sit down by the kang.
"This bastard, he..." Wang Meilan cried and scolded Zhao Jun.
As soon as she cried, Zhao Jun's two younger sisters, Zhao Hong and Zhao Na, also started crying.
As soon as Zhao Hong cried, Li Xiaoqiao, who was brought here by the Li family, as Zhao Hong's deskmate and best friend, may have been infected by this sad atmosphere, so she also started crying.
When Li Xiaoqiao cried, Jin Xiaomei suddenly thought of her eldest son and couldn't help but burst into tears.
For a moment, five women, two large and three young, cried together in one voice. However, Li Dayong, Li Ruhai and his son cried so much that one head was three times big, and the two heads were six heads.
Li Dayong wanted to stop shouting several times, but this was in the Zhao family's house, and he called Wang Meilan his sister-in-law. He shouldn't have gotten angry, so he could only suppress his anger and persuade her.
But there was not just one person in the room, but two people crying. Just after I persuaded this one to stop, when he heard others crying, this one started crying too.
Really helpless, Li Dayong grabbed Zhao Hong and Zhao Na, held each other in each hand and left the house. Before leaving, he asked Li Ruhai to bring Li Xiaoqiao out.
The father and son took the three little girls home. Li Dayong asked Li Ruhai to coax the three little girls to play at home.
What does the little girl know? She just saw her mother crying, so she cried too. Now they were taken to Li's house, Zhao Hong, and Zhao Na quickly recovered and played with Li Xiaoqiao.
When Li Dayong returned to Zhao's house, he first pulled his wife aside to persuade her, and then asked Jin Xiaomei to persuade Wang Meilan.
But no matter how she tried to persuade her, Wang Meilan couldn't stop crying.
It's not that Wang Meilan is weak, but that she is helpless. The mountain stretches endlessly, and once the two children enter the mountain, they will be nowhere to be found.
Not to mention the Zhao and Li families, even if they mobilized the whole village to go into the mountains together, it would be in vain to find Zhao Jun and Li Dayong.
Wang Meilan cried, and Jin Xiaomei persuaded her. From time to time, Jin Xiaomei also cried for a while.
Li Dayong sat aside, worried about his son and helpless towards the two women.
Suddenly, I heard noises coming from the courtyard outside the house, and even vague "ha" and "ha" sounds.
Li Dayong was stunned. He heard the sound of a dog panting, and was immediately shocked.
At this moment, he heard someone outside shouting: "Dad! Dad! Dahuang is back."
"Stop crying, stop crying." Li Dayong hurriedly pulled Jin Xiaomei twice, and then said to Wang Meilan: "Sister-in-law, those two little brats seem to be coming back."
"What?" Wang Meilan stopped crying instantly and followed Li Dayong out of the house.
In the courtyard outside the house, in front of the dog shed made of wooden boards in the west corner, a spotted dog was licking and drinking water from the dog bowl.
"Hua Xiao'er!" Wang Meilan called out, and the flower dog ran up to Wang Meilan, wagging its tail, and rubbed its water-soaked muzzle onto Wang Meilan's arm.
Li Dayong looked down and saw that the flower dog's belly was full, and he was immediately startled, "Hey, these two boys are really hitting something!"
After saying that, Li Dayong took a look at his house and saw that his yellow dog also had a round belly and was lying in front of the kennel licking its paws, so he felt relieved.
"It's okay, sister-in-law." Li Dayong said to Wang Meilan, "Those two little brats should be back soon."
"Yeah." Now that she knew Zhao Jun was fine, Wang Meilan stopped crying. She raised her arms and used her sleeves to wipe away the tears on her face.
"Sister-in-law, let's go back." Jin Xiaomei said to Wang Meilan and took Li Dayong home.
As soon as the couple entered the yard, Jin Xiaomei trotted into the house to cook. It was already past five o'clock. Since the eldest son was fine, the family could not delay eating.
If it hadn't been so fussy just now, the meal should be ready by now.
Li Dayong, on the other hand, walked towards the firewood pile in the yard. The firewood pile was made of branches and tree branches that the couple picked up from the mountain, cut and stacked neatly.
Li Dayong pursed his lips, stretched out his hand and pulled out a willow stick, held it in front of his eyes, threw it aside, and then pulled out a pine stick. He felt that the thickness was just right. He held it in his hand and waved it in the air a few times.
Listening to the sound of the wooden stick breaking through the air, Li Dayong nodded with satisfaction, looked back at the door of his house, and then walked into the house with the stick in hand.
As soon as Li Dayong walked to the door, he saw Zhao Hong and Zhao Na coming out of the house, followed by Jin Xiaomei and Li Xiaoqiao.
Just listen to Jin Xiaomei shouting: "Girl, aunt is cooking, you can just leave it here to eat."
"No, no." Zhao Hong responded, pulling her sister and continuing to walk out.
It's not easy for every household these days. Some families in difficulty don't have enough food to eat, so everyone sets rules for their children.
That is, no matter how you go to other people's houses, as soon as they cook or put the table on the table, you must go home immediately.
Although the two families were on good terms, Zhao Hong was still young and had been told several times by her parents not to eat at other people's homes, but that was not allowed.
"Uncle, let's go back first." Zhao Hong greeted Li Dayong politely.
"Yes." Li Dayong nodded, waved to Jin Xiaomei, and motioned for the two of them to go back to the house.
It's not that Li Dayong is stingy and reluctant to leave the two girls at home for dinner.
But today, Li Dayong had held his breath and would beat Li Baoyu violently no matter what he said. If the two girls were left to eat at home, how could he beat his son?
How can I vent the anger in my chest without beating my son?
Seeing Li Dayong entering the house holding a stick, Jin Xiaomei knew what he wanted to do, but she didn't say a word to persuade him. After all, she also hated Li Baoyu and didn't know the depth of it.
Not only Li Dayong, but she also wanted to beat her son violently. But as a mother, she was always a little unable to beat the adult Li Baoyu.
When Zhao Jun and Li Baoyu arrived at the door of their house, they went back to their respective homes.
As soon as Zhao Jun entered the hospital, he shouted twice cautiously. At this time, he felt faintly excited and a little uneasy.
As soon as Zhao Jun finished speaking, he saw Wang Meilan trotting out while wiping her hands with her apron.
Zhao Jun threw the sack of wild boar meat on the ground, looked at Wang Meilan, and opened his mouth. Before he could call out the mother, his eyes felt a little sore and his throat felt a little sore.
In his previous life, he lost his mother at the age of twenty-one. Since then, whenever he was in trouble, he was thinking of no one else but Wang Meilan.
After being reborn and seeing his mother again, Zhao Jun felt extremely complicated at this time.
"Mom." Zhao Jun suppressed the excitement in his heart and called out "Mom" softly.
"Snapped!"
"Snapped!"
"Snapped!"
But what greeted him were three slaps from Wang Meilan.
But mom is mom, no matter how angry Wang Meilan is, she will never hit her son hard.
None of the three slaps landed on Zhao Jun's face, but all on his head.
"You bastard!" Wang Meilan's voice was sharp and crying, "If something happens to you, how will your mother survive?"
As she spoke, Wang Meilan wiped away tears.
"Mom!" Zhao Jun couldn't bear it anymore and stepped forward to hug Wang Meilan and cry.
Just as the mother and son held each other's arms and cried, Li Baoyu's wailing and Li Dayong's angry curses came from the neighboring yard.
