Seeing the two sisters stunned, looking like they were frightened by the flower cloth, Mrs. Zhao couldn't help but sneer with disdain in her heart.
A lowly person is a lowly person who has never seen the world.
But this is fine.
Only in this way can we hold them.
My daughter has said that you should not beat or scold those scoundrels harshly, as that will only increase hatred and push them further and further.
She doesn't care about hatred, because she also hates these bitches.
But my daughter has said that it will be of great use to win her over.
My daughter also said that if girls use it well, it is the best paving stone.
Mrs. Zhao is a smart person, and her daughter understands it as soon as she plays it on demand.
My son is talented and my daughter also has great ambitions.
It's a pity that my family has a small financial background and there is no one above to help. So I have to pave the way myself.
These bastards in the family are quite iconic in appearance.
Especially barley, which is already fourteen this year and can already be used.
Mrs. Zhao smiled softly and said to Xiao Mian: "Take it quickly. I'll give this piece of satin to your eldest sister. Don't make any money from it. When you are older, I will buy you something better."
Xiaomian didn't answer.
Zhao's smiling face made people panic. She always felt that there was a conspiracy in it, and the conspiracy was quite big.
Xiaodao didn't even dare to pick it up. The child was really frightened. He pulled his second sister and walked out.
"Look at these two kids, why did you run away blindly if you didn't hurry up when you gave me your milk?"
The two sisters left the old house in a hurry.
Xiaodao took out the candy in her hand and asked, "Second sister, look, is this candy poisonous?"
Xiao Mian shook her head, "It's not poisonous."
She had already checked it when I first picked it up.
"We won't eat it if it's not poisonous. My aunt said you can't eat anything from the old house."
Xiaodao said and threw the candy in his hand into the ditch on the roadside. He then supervised Xiaomian and threw the candy away, and then patted his chest in fear.
The reason why Xiaodao is so resistant to Mrs. Zhao is that firstly, Mrs. Zhao is indeed unkind, and secondly, Mrs. Song teaches her every day.
Therefore, in Xiaodao's mind, Mrs. Zhao is a scourge and an old witch who can poison people.
"Our stepmother is too scary, can't she be a vixen?"
Xiaomian shook her head, "I'm not a vixen, I don't have any arrogance."
Xiaodao covered her mouth in surprise, and she asked, is there really a vixen in the world?
Xiaomian looked back at the old house and thought deeply.
Ms. Zhao is not a vixen, she is still the same Ms. Zhao. A few words about her hind milk revealed her true form.
But why does she try every means to show kindness and pretend to be kind?
My grandfather also wanted to create a people-friendly image.
Of the three people in the family, only the third uncle, the scholar, is normal.
As for my sister-in-law, I haven’t seen her for more than half a year, and I don’t know what she has become.
Isn’t it like living like acting every day?
Why did they do this?
Isn’t it good to just do whatever you want?
Xiaomian couldn't figure it out, but she was sure that there must be some conspiracy in the old house, and it was against them.
She pulled Xiaodao and walked faster and faster. She had to go home quickly and let her mother help analyze it.
Mrs. Song also frowned after listening to the sisters' story.
As a sudden show of goodwill, he sent floral cloths and a piece of satin to his three girls.
The silk one is for Da Mai. Da Mai is only fourteen years old, how can he wear satin?
Mrs. Song suddenly narrowed her eyes.
She remembered what happened in her dream.
In the dream, the only time Zhao bought silk and satin for Damai was when she sold her to an old widower.
But Damai was already fifteen years old at that time...
Yes, Li Xiangjin has already been selected as a scholar in advance, so there is no guarantee that the old woman will not take advantage of Damai in advance.
Okay, great. They have separated their families and are hiding here, but she still dares to touch her own daughter.
Song's sudden harshness made Xiao Mian startled.
"Mom, what did you think of?"
Mrs. Song lowered her head to hide the hatred in her eyes.
"She has bad intentions. You two did the right thing. We don't care about the things from the old house."
The Li family in Dongtou was not aware of the bustle of the old house, and the family resumed their daily work to earn money and become well-off.
Dazhu and Erwang went to school and left early and came back late.
The sales of barley and millet flower dew were very good, so Xiao Sanshun sat at the door again and started collecting flowers, taking bribes at the same time.
Only Li Benshan secretly goes to the old house every day to help, and at the same time enjoys the kindness of his father and the filial piety of his son.
On the night of the third day, Li Benshan took a small cloth bag and handed it to Mrs. Song happily.
"Sister-in-law, dad gave it to me. He said it was a flower cloth that my younger sister bought for her three nieces."
He looked pleased, "My little sister has become much more sensible after going to school."
Mrs. Li curiously opened the cloth bag and said, "This floral cloth is so beautiful. Why is there silk? This is really pie in the sky."
Mrs. Li looked at Mrs. Song, "Sister-in-law, is this an apology from our father for giving a gift?"
As she spoke, she shook her head again and smiled to herself.
"Of course this is impossible?"
Mrs. Li looked at her man and asked, "Is this what our stepmother gave you?"
She said it was bought by her sister-in-law, and she wouldn't believe it to death.
She also watched her sister-in-law grow up. Not to mention buying floral fabrics, even if she wore old and small clothes, she would not let her niece wear them.
As for the father-in-law, is he rich?
This floral cloth, she was 100% sure, must be Zhao's handiwork.
She looked at Ms. Song, "Sister-in-law, what do you think our step-mother-in-law wants to do? Could it be that she wants to dress up our three daughters and sell them based on their weight?"
Xiaomian and Xiaodao looked at each other, and then they both looked at Song.
Sure enough, Mrs. Song's face looked very ugly.
Li Benshan glared at his wife with dissatisfaction, "What are you talking about? It's good for you, why did you still fall in love with her?"
Mrs. Li stared back and asked him: "Was your stepmother good to you before? Was she good to the children?"
Li Benshan had no choice but to explain: "This is not because my third brother has been admitted as a scholar. She has to think about her image, right?"
"Huh?" Mrs. Li looked at her man in surprise.
"Do you believe she is a shameless person?"
When someone got married, they made an agreement.
It is said that it is not easy to be a stepmother, and people are not willing to be stepmothers for them.
Therefore, Mr. Li has to take care of his ex-boyfriend's son by himself, and no one else will interfere with him in getting married and having children.
Such words are simply treasonous in this society, and no one would want such a wife.
But Old Man Li is happy.
In his heart, this is the kind of money a young wife must have.
The daughter of a landlord's family, no matter what, he cared about.
Mr. Zhao does what he says, and both Li Benshan brothers earned their own money to marry their wives.
Counting on your biological father?
My biological father cannot count on him because his wife, Zhao, manages his money.
Li Zhichu was the eldest, taking care of his own marriage and helping his brothers with it.
The two brothers depended on each other, supported each other, and became a family.
Although the Zhao family did not care about the brothers marrying and having children, she did manage their wives and children.
Everyone in the village knew about this matter. If she wanted to lose face, she would have put on a show long ago. Would she wait until now?
Mrs. Li's face was full of disdain, and Li Benshan was speechless.
Madam Song said calmly: "Send it back, we don't want anything from the old house."
Li Benshan wondered: "Sister-in-law, I've accepted it all. It's my sister's wish anyway. It has nothing to do with our stepmother."
Mrs. Song glanced at him and said solemnly: "I can't trust anyone in my hometown, including our father."
Dazhu was the eldest grandson and his leg was lame. As his biological grandfather, Old Man Li sighed a few times and ignored him.
The mistress was gone. As a biological grandfather, Old Man Li didn't even sigh. He waved his hand and told her to bury it quickly to avoid bringing bad luck to the family.
As for barley, she is just a granddaughter, and she is allowed to be polished and sold by the Zhao family.