Mrs. Zhou didn't even kick open the broken door, but stood under the eaves and cursed, filthy and filthy.
Ye Chengyang ate a big meat bun and asked Ye Qingqing in a low voice, "Daughter, I'm crying like a wolf. Why do you think this book is not easy to read? They might rush in and tear my book apart. I love copying books so much. If I didn't
What should I do if I read the book? This pork and green onion bun is so delicious."
Ye Qingqing rolled her eyes and ignored him, only asking: "Dad, have you ever slept on a hot bed before?"
Ye Chengyang raised his eyebrows, "Kang? Dad used to only sleep on beds! If it's not an ebony bed with a three-layer brocade mattress, I won't sleep on it."
Ye Qingqing:......
Wu Yu asked again: "Just tell me, if there is a hot bed now, would you be excited or not?"
Ye Chengyang stuffed the last bite of the bun into his mouth, wiped the oil on his cotton pants with the oil from his hand, and said vaguely with satisfaction, "Isn't this nonsense! I am lying on this kang and my bones are almost rotten from the cold. If there is a hot kang, let alone
Copy the book, and I will give you the top prize!"
Ye Qingqing glanced at Ye Chengyang and smiled.
Ye Chengyang suddenly became excited and said, "Daughter, we are father-in-law, please don't hurt me! Why do I think your smile looks so like a weasel giving New Year's greetings to a chicken!"
Ye Qingqing patted Ye Chengyang on the shoulder, "Dad, even if I am a weasel, you are not a chicken. Am I not your biological child?"
Ye Chengyang:......
Why is this a bit confusing?
After Ye Chengyang finished eating the steamed buns, Ye Qingqing asked him to start copying books and then turned around and went out.
Mrs. Zhou was scolding her with anger and foaming at the mouth. As soon as Ye Qingqing opened the door and came out, she started to pull Ye Qingqing's hair, "I'm telling you, little bastard, your father is not allowed to study."
Ye Qingqing jumped away, "Then you will pay for my father's medical treatment. My father vomited blood because of your torture yesterday, and he is still half dead now."
"You!" Zhou knew she was in the wrong about vomiting blood, so she spat, "What disease can you have at such a young age? Don't pretend."
Ye Qingqing picked up a hoe leaning against the corner and asked Zhou while running towards the door, "I'm not here today, have you given my father food?"
Just as Zhou was about to speak, Ye Chengyang's weak voice came from the room, "Daughter, daddy is hungry, daddy is hungry, girl~"
The voice was miserable, as if she was having a difficult childbirth.
It happened that Ye Chengyang's voice fell, and an old sister-in-law's face appeared on the wall next door, "I said Kang Yun, you are going too far. Even if Chengyang didn't grow up here, he is still your biological son. Why did you just come back?"
If someone vomits blood, he won’t be given food!”
"none of your business!"
Zhou turned around and scolded Ye Qingqing again, but in the end, there was no sign of Ye Qingqing, she was long gone.
With a ball of anger in her heart, Mrs. Zhou kicked open the door of the side room and went in to find Ye Chengyang.
Ye Chengyang was squatting by the window to watch the excitement. He suddenly lay down flat with his eyes closed tightly as if he was dead.
While lying down, he did not forget to press the pen that his daughter brought back to him under his body.
Mrs. Zhou rushed in angrily and saw Ye Chengyang's body stretched out on the kang. She rushed over with a gust of wind, raised her hand and twisted Ye Chengyang's arm, "Why are you pretending? You were crying hungry just now, and now you are pretending to be dead? Let me tell you that our family
Don’t raise idle people…”
"Woooooooo~"
Before Mr. Zhou could finish his scolding, Ye Chengyang suddenly cried out in aggrieved voice.
She cried miserably and continuously, as if someone had died in the family.
Ye Chengyang was crying, coughing and feeling aggrieved. Although his voice was not loud, it was enough to spread out of the yard and reach the ears of the neighbors as the door was open.
Zhou made Ye Chengyang cry until his head hurt, "Shut up, I tell you..."
"Woooooooo~" Ye Chengyang's crying voice rose again, directly covering up Zhou's voice.
Zhou:......
She has been cursing for half her life. Is this the first time she can't curse?
She still doesn’t believe it!
Taking a deep breath, Mrs. Zhou put her hands on her hips and roared, "I'm telling you, you caused a big trouble in Kyoto and were kicked out of the prince's mansion..."
Ye Chengyang originally just cried to deal with Zhou's scolding, but he didn't expect that Zhou would actually open his mouth to throw dirty water on him.
It doesn't matter that he has a bad reputation, but why should Qing Yatou be so inexplicably slandered by the Zhou family?
Ye Chengyang opened his mouth and let out a loud cry, which turned from a whimper to a shrill howl, and his heart was broken.
"I came back from the Marquis' Mansion with a total of ten taels of silver. I gave them all to my mother yesterday. Is there anything else I'm not satisfied with? I have to force people to death like this.
“I thought that when I returned to my biological parents’ home, even if life was poorer, we were all blood relatives and our family could always live a good life by working together!
"But I was wrong, Qing Yatou and I treated you as a family, but you treated us as beasts.
"My sister-in-law wants to marry my daughter to her natal nephew. Mother, if you force me to death, what else do I have to live for? I'll just die!"
The more Ye Chengyang cried, the sadder he became, and the louder his voice became.
For a moment, many people gathered around the Ye family yard to watch the fun.
"Let me tell you, Kang Yun Nai, you have a certain temper when you bully others. This is your biological son."
"If I remember correctly, Kang Yun's mother-in-law's nephew is a sick and overworked man. Oh my god, you are so unconscionable. How can you bear it?"
"Ten taels of silver, Kang Yun Nai. Even your own son vomited blood and you didn't even treat him to a doctor. You even gave him gray steamed buns and pickled leaves. Your family usually eats so poorly!"
Mrs. Zhou is almost pissed off!
Where did the ten taels of silver come from!
The house was in a mess, and Ye Qingqing was carrying a hoe to the small river behind the village.
When she came back from the Cheng family, she asked. There was a small river behind Yuyu Village. It was covered with ice in winter, but when she dug it with a hoe, there was still water flowing underneath.
If she wants to make a bed, she has to make sour mud.
Mix soil and straw with water and mud to make a dough of the same size.
Ethics said it should be done after spring so that the embryos could dry, but she couldn't wait any longer.
Just do it, spit on your hands, rub your hands, Ye Qingqing raised your hand and swung the hoe down.
Cut ice, dig soil, and mix grass straw.
I was so busy that I was sweating profusely.
"what are you doing?"
When the sun was about to set, Ye Qingqing finished the last piece of dough and was sitting down on the ground to take a rest when Cheng Mo appeared out of nowhere and looked at the rows of pieces on the ground and asked.
He is not a curious person.
Um.
Unless you can't help it.
Ye Qingqing didn't intend to hide what he was going to do from anyone. Handicrafts can't be learned by others just by talking about them. "Hi, Brother Cheng, we meet again. I'm going to make a plate of hot pot."
The kang."
Cheng Mo's expressionless face was startled, "Hot Kang?"
Ye Qingqing gestured, "Just make a hole under the kang, and you can burn firewood inside to heat up the kang. Oops, the kang at home is too cold."
Thinking of Cheng Yan saying that the father of the Cheng family was not in good health, Ye Qingqing added angrily, "My father is not in good health. If it's cold and he sleeps on a hot kang, he won't get sick."
