Mrs. Zhang's daughter-in-law, Mrs. Zheng, helped her mother-in-law move forward. When she passed Mr. Shu's house, she stretched out her hand and grabbed her hand.
The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law turned their heads at the same time, and saw Mrs. Shu leaning against the donkey cart and looking at them with disgust, her eyes rolling so fast that she almost flew to the sky.
Mrs. Zhang wiped her tears weakly and said feebly: "Why are you dragging me? What have I done to you?"
Mrs. Shu gave a yawning laugh and said, "I don't want to do anything, I just want to see if you are dead. In the past, there was a certain person in the village who jumped like a grasshopper all day long. Why is he not so good now?"
"You, you..." Mrs. Zhang was so angry that her lips were trembling. She wanted to argue with her but couldn't muster the energy. She gritted her teeth bitterly and turned away.
This old scoundrel is so angry that he won’t pay for his life!
After escaping and settling down, and there is no threat to his life, he can settle the accounts with her again!
Unexpectedly, Mrs. Shu suddenly grabbed her hand, stuffed two pieces of dried meat into her hand without any explanation, and said in a sinister tone: "They say that disaster will last for thousands of years, you, a big disaster, should live a good life, don't let others
What a joke!”
Mrs. Zhang stared blankly at the dark dried meat in the palm of her hand, her heart beating rapidly as if it were tied to a swing.
What's going on? The sun hasn't come out in the west. Why is Mrs. Shu willing to give her something to eat?
Mrs. Zhang stood there trembling for a long time, holding back a sentence: "Isn't this thing poisonous?"
Mrs. Shu suddenly became angry, "What the hell are you talking about? Are you the kind of person who poisons people? If you don't want to eat it, just give it back to me, don't talk nonsense like this!"
"Eat, I'll eat!" Mrs. Zhang quickly retracted her hand, her heart was so hot that she couldn't describe how she felt. She hesitated for a while and said, "Well, thank you."
Mrs. Shu snorted, pretending not to hear, and impatiently urged her to sit in front so as not to delay everyone's journey.
After driving away Mrs. Zhang, Old Man Shu immediately grabbed his wife's sleeve and asked with a gossipy face: "Haven't you always been at odds with your sister-in-law? Why did you suddenly do it again?"
"Who dealt with her?" Mrs. Shu curled her lips, disgusted to death, "Next time you don't like her, you still have to scold her!"
"Then you give her dried meat?"
"Actually, I don't know why I want to give it..."
Old Mrs. Shu raised her head to look at the old woman huddled on the donkey cart, sighed with vicissitudes of life, and said slowly: "We have been arguing for more than 20 years, and sometimes I get so angry that I want to beat her to death. Logically speaking, she is unlucky.
I should be happy.
But when I heard Dahu crying and calling her mother, I thought something had really happened to her. My heart skipped a beat and I immediately felt extremely uncomfortable.
Actually, looking back, I don't have any deep grudge against her. There were a lot of trivial things. We had such a loud quarrel at the time that I couldn't even remember the reason afterwards.
Alas, there's no need, it's better to be nice and calm.
This road is not easy to walk, so since we set out together, let’s go well and make it to the end without falling.”
Fighting comes after fighting, trouble comes after making trouble, but no one is so vicious as to expect anyone to die. This is probably the tacit understanding between her and Mrs. Zhang.
The village chief listened attentively to the conversation between the couple. After hearing this, he was deeply touched and immediately went to Mrs. Zhang to give her some earnest words of advice.
Mrs. Zhang rarely answered the phone and kept staring at the two pieces of dried meat in her hand. She felt as if she had knocked over the five-flavor bottle. There were sour, sweet, bitter, spicy and everything.
In the end, he sighed to himself and quietly told himself: Let's have less quarrels in the future. Apart from scolding people a little harshly and hitting people a little harder, there seems to be no harm in doing anything else.
*
A group of people wandered along the mountain road for more than an hour, and when it got dark, they stopped in a flat valley to rest.
A very tired man went to the village chief to discuss: "Village Chief, it's not okay for us to wander on the mountain road all the time. Not to mention it's tiring, and it wastes too much time."
We walked more than ten miles in one afternoon. At this speed, when can we reach Qizhou City?"
The village chief beat his thigh that was about to become useless and said: "I have already told the third man's post about this matter. He is still checking the map. I will inform everyone when I have the results."
As soon as he finished speaking, Shu Mingxin came over with a book in his hands, "I just checked the topographic map. If we keep following this road, it will probably take several days to reach the official road.
However, there is a hill at the turning point ahead. After climbing over the hill, it will be easy to walk another ten or twenty miles.
It's a little faster to take this road, but it's not easy to climb over the mountain. It's up to you to decide how to go."
"I was asked to make a decision again..." The village chief rubbed his face with a headache, "I can't decide, why don't I ask everyone what they think."
In this way, no matter how hard or tiring it is in the future, no one can complain. After all, the path you have chosen will have to be completed even if you cry.
Taking advantage of the meal time, the village chief told the villagers about the route selection. Everyone had the same idea as never before, which was to climb over the mountain and get to Guandao as soon as possible.
Each family does not have much food. If they are delayed for another ten days and a half on the road, they will run out of food later, and I am afraid that the northwest wind will really hit them.
So go as fast as you can, and whether you’re tired or not...it’s tiring no matter what, and I don’t care about the hardship of climbing over the mountain.
The route behind was thus decided. In order to save energy, a group of people stopped looking for water or went up to the mountains to hunt. After eating, they spread out straw mats and slept, and continued on their way at dawn the next day.
With the lessons learned from the previous day, no one went on the road on an empty stomach this time to save two mouthfuls of food, so the speed became faster, and at noon we arrived in front of the mountain Shu Mingxin mentioned.
Looking at the top of the mountain that could not be reached at a glance, the village chief first sighed and then rubbed his face, "This mountain is not easy to climb."
The optimist old man Shu answered: "It's okay. This mountain is not as high as the mountain behind our village. It can be climbed over in one day just by gritting one's teeth."
When the situation came to a close, the village chief didn't want to say anything depressing. He waved his hand and directed everyone to pack up their belongings, put on their shoes, tie their trouser legs, and start climbing over the mountain!
The road up the mountain was difficult to walk, and the donkeys pulling the cart couldn't move, so Mrs. Shu had to unload the things on the cart in advance and let someone else carry it. This made the two donkeys very happy, and they kicked and danced happily all the way.
no.
Also excited were Yan Yan and San Qing. The little ones couldn't take any time off while climbing the mountain. They turned over the grass, moved the rocks, and thought about what treasures they could find.
"There are red fruits here! Grandma, can this fruit be eaten?" Qingsong pointed to the tree full of red fruits and asked happily.
Before Mrs. Shu could say anything, Shu Mingli, who was familiar with all kinds of wild fruits, jumped out first, "You can eat this, it's sweet, I've eaten it before!"
The little ones were quite excited at first, but they fainted again after hearing these words. Who can understand the fear of being dominated by sour fruit?!
"You don't want to pick it, right? If you don't want to pick it, I'll pick it!" Shu Dahu took off his tattered coat, opened his bow from left to right, and quickly picked a large bag. He jumped up and down to claim the credit from Mrs. Zhang: "Mom, I'll pick it for you.
If you get some fruit, eat it quickly and don’t go hungry!”
Seeing her suddenly sensible son, Mrs. Zhang was moved to tears. This time Dahu finally stopped asking her to fight with others. It was not easy!