Chapter 88 Not even my own mother can say such hurtful words
Chapter 88 Even a mother wouldn’t be able to say such hurtful things (5th update)
Zhao Xiaozhen and Zhao Xiaofu could only nod: "Okay, thank you, great aunt."
Zhao Jingyi then smiled: "You're welcome."
Zhao Xiaozhen suddenly changed the subject and said: "When I came here just now, the new secretary brother went to my house and found my eldest brother. The two of them were mysterious and closed the door, and they didn't know what they were saying inside."
Zhao Jingyi probably guessed that after leaving her place, Su Qingyun should have gone directly to find Zhao Huaiguo.
Zhao Xiaoya and Zhao Xiaofu asked in confusion: "Why is he looking for your brother?"
Zhao Xiaozhen shook her head, sighed and said, "I don't know either. I asked my brother, and he said that I asked him to help me deliver the letter to the town, but there is no need to close the door for so long, right?"
Zhao Xiaoya and Zhao Xiaofu nodded.
Zhao Xiaoya consoled her and said, "Maybe there is something important, so don't think too much about it."
Zhao Xiaofu also nodded: "Sister Xiaoya is right, Xiaozhen, why are you paying so much attention to your elder brother recently?"
When she said this, her little face wrinkled into a bitter melon face.
"My mother said that my brother's head was blown by the wind when he was driving. She asked me to keep an eye on him, in case he did something stupid."
Zhao Xiaoya: "..." What Aunt Guihua said is really hurtful.
Zhao Xiaofu: "..." Brother Da Guo is so miserable.
Zhao Jingyi: "..." It is indeed her biological child.
Zhao Huaiguo, who was hard at work tying firewood in the back mountain, had an itchy nose and sneezed.
A cold wind blew over, and Zhao Huaiguo couldn't help shivering, gathered his clothes, and speeded up the bundling of firewood.
I silently complained in my heart: It’s getting colder and colder today.
Little did he know that his little sister, her little sisters, and a great-aunt were all complaining about him.
Zhao Xiaozhen sighed, her eyebrows almost turning into caterpillars.
"Well, I didn't believe it at first and thought my mother was joking. But then I saw my brother always giggling from time to time, so I believed it."
Zhao Xiaoya also believed it a little bit, but she heard from the aunts and ladies in the village that this job was good, so she asked with some uncertainty: "Isn't it right? Can you blow your head when you go out and drive?"
Zhao Xiaofu also said with some uncertainty: "I heard my mother tell other ladies that driving is very profitable, but she never said that it will blow your head."
As soon as Zhao Jing listened to these three little girls, her painting style became more and more remote, with dark lines on her face.
Just as he was about to speak, Zhao Xiaozhen said: "My mother said it might be my brother's own problem, otherwise why wouldn't other people be like this?"
Zhao Jingyi: "..." Not even your own mother would be able to say such hurtful words.
Zhao Xiaoya and Zhao Xiaofu didn't dare to accept this, but they both believed it.
I just feel that Brother Daguo is so miserable, he went out to work and damaged his brain.
It's better to be in the village.
Zhao Jing held her forehead helplessly, this Wang Guihua was really merciless in harming her own son.
Zhao Xiaozhen sighed and said, "I won't talk about my brother anymore, because he is too troublesome."
Zhao Jing thought about it and forgot about it. She didn't explain anymore and just sat there quietly listening to the three of them talking about some gossip about the village.
Not long after, the gongs and drums sounded for the end of work.
Zhao Xiaozhen and Zhao Xiaofu are also going back.
Zhao Jing gave them both a handful of persimmon cakes and sent them out before closing the door.
Go to the kitchen to cook with Zhao Xiaoya.
Halfway through, the door rang. Zhao Jing couldn't spare any time, so Zhao Xiaoya ran out and opened the door.
I saw Zhao Huaiguo pushing a cart of firewood at the door.
He asked in confusion: "Brother Da Guo, what are you doing?"
Zhao Huaiguo said with a smile: "My mother asked me to bring you some firewood. You open the door a little and I will push the cart in."
Zhao Xiaoya opened the door in a daze and watched Zhao Huaiguo push the cart in.
Pushing directly to the door of the woodshed, he saw Zhao Jingyi cooking in the kitchen and said with a smile.
"Auntie, my mother asked me to bring you some firewood and move a firewood shed for you."
Zhao Jing was stunned for a moment and responded loudly: "Okay, thank you."
Zhao Huaiguo waved his hand: "Auntie, you are so polite."
After saying that, he moved the firewood on the cart to the woodshed.
When he was done, he told Zhao Jing and pushed the cart away.
I thought that was the end of it, but after a while, the door rang again.
Zhao Xiaoya quickly ran out and opened the door.
Seeing several big men carrying two bundles of firewood on their shoulders, they asked blankly: "Uncle Dashu, Uncle Dashen..., what are you doing?"
"I'll bring you some firewood. Xiaoya, please open the door a little and let us pick out the firewood."
Zhao Xiaoya opened the door blankly and let them in.
Zhao Jianshu turned around and asked: "Xiaoya, where is the woodshed?"
Zhao Xiaoya came back to her senses and pointed to the small room next to the kitchen.
As soon as Zhao Jing heard the noise, the spatulas came out of the kitchen, and she happened to see six grown men walking over carrying two bundles of firewood each.
The whole person was stunned.
Zhao Jianshu saw Zhao Jingyi and smiled honestly: "Auntie, my mother asked us to bring you some firewood. She said it's cold and you're not in good health. Don't be tired."
Zhao Jing felt warm in her heart when she heard this, and responded with a smile: "Okay, say thank you to your mother for me."
Zhao Jiansen smiled and said: "Auntie, you are too polite."
Zhao Jing handed a spatula to Zhao Xiaoya and asked her to cook. She went to the room and brought out a few persimmon cakes. After they put the firewood, she handed them to Zhao Jianshu.
"I made this myself. Take it back and help me taste it to see if it tastes good."
Zhao Jianshu was a little embarrassed. He didn't dare to ask for it because he was afraid that his mother would twist his ears.
Zhao Jiansen quickly took a step back, but he did not dare.
Zhao Jing stuffed a handful of persimmon cakes wrapped in cloth into Zhao Jianshu's hand and mentioned a few things to note.
"Tell your mother that I want to give it to you. If you don't accept it, I won't dare to ask for your help."
Zhao Jianshu could only nod and accept.
As soon as Zhao Jing sent them out, she shook her head helplessly.
Back in the kitchen, Zhao Xiaoya had already fried the last dish, and the two of them ate together. They also boiled water for a bath, and boiled hot water for their clothes, which they washed and hung up.
Then they went back to their rooms to rest.
The hostess's house.
As soon as Zhao Jianshu came back, he took things into the kitchen.
He handed the things to Mrs. Jiang, and before she got angry, she said what Zhao Jing said: "Mom, this is from my aunt. If you don't accept it, you won't let us help next time."
Mrs. Jiang, seeing her eldest son looking scared, said angrily: "I didn't scold you, so what are you afraid of?"
Zhao Jianshu scratched his head and said with a smile, "Isn't this because I'm afraid you'll be angry?"
Mrs. Jiang rolled her eyes at him: "Are your mother and I so unreasonable?"
Zhao Jianshu shook his head quickly: "No, mother is the most reasonable."
Mrs. Jiang felt a little better after hearing this, but she said with a look of disgust on her face: "Okay, go out and don't get in the way."
Zhao Jianshu didn't mind either, as long as his mother didn't twist his ears.
Putting the things aside, he turned around and went out.
Zhu Yanling was a little curious to see what her elder brother had brought back, but she was afraid of being scolded by her mother-in-law.