Man Bao nodded with deep understanding, "I hate them."
How dare you scold her mother? Ever since she was a child, no one has ever dared to scold her mother like this.
Aunt Lai told her with a smile, "It's not the same back then. Even though your mother had a hard time when she first got married, she was not a loser. She had a fierce temper. In terms of quarrels and fights, there really wasn't any daughter-in-law in the village."
She is great."
Man Bao held his chin up and listened to the story all afternoon. It wasn't until his legs went numb, the sun was about to set on the horizon, and Xiao Qian couldn't find the children anywhere in the yard that he realized they were still listening to the story under the banyan tree.
Xiao Qian stood at the gate with his waist pinched, and shouted in the direction of the banyan tree: "Wu Lang, Liu Lang, Man Bao, it's time to eat - quickly bring the children back."
Only then did everyone realize that the sun was setting, and they immediately dispersed. Man Bao waved goodbye to Uncle Lai and Aunt Lai, and rushed home screaming with his brothers, nephews, and nieces.
Xiao Qian took Man Bao over, looked at Wu Lang and Da Tou with disgust, and asked: "You guys are rolling in the mud, look at how dirty it is, go wash your hands and face quickly, we will eat soon."
"
She took Man Bao's hand and looked at it. Seeing that it was no longer red, she nodded and said, "Okay, you should wash your hands quickly."
Man Bao washed his hands, but ran directly to Qian's side, took her hand and said seriously: "Mom, I will definitely treat you well in the future, and I won't let dad bully you."
Old Zhou Tou, who was leisurely smoking at the side:...
What did he do to him?
After Man Bao and Qian made their promises, they went to hold Lao Zhoutou's hand again and said with a serious face: "Dad, you should listen to mother more in the future and don't be lazy. Didn't you say that? Do lazy people even dislike excrement?
We can’t be lazy.”
Old Zhou was so angry that he roared: "Did you go and listen to Auntie Lai's story? Don't listen to her, just in case you become a woman with a long tongue like Zhou Zhou, oh, no, a man with a long tongue...
Anyway, don’t listen to those nonsense.”
As soon as he saw it, he immediately wiped some water from his face, ran to hold his father's hand, and said with a serious face: "Dad, don't worry, I will swat mosquitoes for you in the future, and I will make sure you don't get bitten by mosquitoes again."
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When Da Ya and San Tou heard this, they felt that they could not lag too far behind, so they also gathered around, grabbed their father's other hand, and expressed their sincerity.
Zhou Dalang didn't know what they were talking about, but he was very happy, so he said happily: "Okay, you can swat the mosquitoes for me that night before going to sleep."
The three of them nodded immediately upon hearing this, indicating that there was no problem at all.
Zhou Dalang didn't know why they said that, but old Zhou Tou knew!
He knew almost as soon as he heard why the three children said this, because in the past twenty years, from the moment Zhou Dalang was tied to the tree, this story had been told countless times by Aunt Lai.
Lao Zhoutou heard it himself and heard it from others.
God knows that his son was tied just once, and Auntie Lai happened to see it.
Zhou Jin's memory is also profound, because it was that time when his wife carried the elder man back to her parents' home, and he was held down and beaten by his uncle for the first time.
Seven years ago, Zhou Yin was also a frequent visitor to Auntie. In the past seven years, for some reason, she rarely mentioned Zhou Yin again.
But now for my son, this "taboo" seems to no longer exist. He knows with his toes what his aunt will say about him.
Old Zhou was so angry that his hands were shaking. It was all slander, and he even mentioned everything about Chen Sesame and rotten millet...
Lao Zhoutou was quite lacking in confidence.
However, Mrs. Qian pulled Man Bao over, tapped her forehead and said, "You, don't take every story you hear seriously. Your aunt likes me but doesn't like your father. What she said is a bit biased. Just listen to it."
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Man Bao asked, "What is dad like?"
"You don't have the eyes to see what your father is like," Qian said softly: "What you see yourself is more real than what you hear with your ears, right? And you live with your father, how can it be that what others know is more real than what you hear with your ears?"
Are you serious?"
Manbao felt ashamed and said, "This is what Mr. said, listening to one side will make you dark, and listening to both will bring you light, right?"
Man Bao ran over and took Lao Zhoutou's hand, saying with an apologetic look: "Dad, I'm sorry for you."
"What is what, what is dark, what is bright?"
"If you listen to one side, you will be dark; if you listen to both, you will be bright."
Lao Zhoutou said simply: "I don't understand. Anyway, you have to remember that whatever Aunt Lai said is wrong."
Man Bao opened his mouth and asked, "Isn't this still biased listening?"
"What do you want to hear or not? I'm asking you, do you listen to dad?"
Man Bao nodded.
"That's enough, then you don't want to listen to what Aunt Lai said, and you guys," Lao Zhoutou pointed at Wu Lang and Liu Lang who just ran back with them, "You can all say goodbye.
What do you mean by wandering outside all day long?"
After finishing speaking, Lao Zhoutou looked at Wu Lang with a look of disgust and said: "Wu Lang, you don't run out much these days. Look at how tanned your head, face, and neck are. I've already spread the word and want to give it to you."
We said we were getting married, but we couldn’t wait until after the summer and autumn harvests to see each other. How can you go see someone when you are so tanned?"
Wu Lang's eyes widened, "Yes, but I also have to go to the fields for summer and autumn harvests."
His eyes brightened slightly, and he asked coyly: "Dad, can I be like the big girl next door, who doesn't have to work in the fields before we meet each other?"
"You think so," Lao Zhoutou said without thinking, "You are a boy, not a girl, what do you need to support yourself?"
"...Didn't you just say that?"
"I asked you not to run outside when you don't have to work. You are an adult and you have to be a good head for your younger brothers, sisters, nephews and nieces, you know?"
Lao Zhoutou did a great job of covering up his dark history. When he went to bed at night, he couldn't help complaining to Qian, "It's true, Auntie, the older she gets, the more she talks. She was not like this before."
"Then why are you going to argue with her?"
Lao Zhoutou was muttering to the side, neither daring to go nor willing to give up, "There are so many children, and the grandchildren are about to grow up, what do those words sound like to them?"
"Okay, I know what to do, go to bed quickly."
Isn't it just telling stories with children? She can also tell them.
Being diligent and studious since childhood is a good name, and being a prodigal son is also a good name, right?
Qian doesn't regret her decision back then. However, life was a little difficult in the first few years, but who's life was easy from the beginning?
She lives her life like a person who knows how well she drinks. They all say that her parents-in-law are not good and her husband is lazy, but there are also times when they are considerate, but those things are invisible to outsiders.
Moreover, except for Zhou Yin's death, her life was considered satisfactory.