After breakfast, Wu packed up the dishes, put on her backpack and went out with her husband.
Qian's wife had been waiting outside the yard. Seeing the two finally go out, she smiled and said, "It's just right. Lao Liu is going with us today. When they go to pick wood worms, we can dig some wild onions."
Wu nodded and said, "I guess the ferns will also emerge. It's delicious to pick them and make side dishes now."
"Of course."
The two women talked and laughed as they went to the West Mountain. The two men each carried a pair of wicker baskets and led the way.
Chang'an watched his uncle and aunt go away, then turned around and ran to find Sister Qiao'er.
Huahua followed her and also came to Song Lao Liu's house.
At this time, Qiao'er was kneading dough to make steamed buns, and Goudan was picking firewood in the yard to prepare to cook.
"Sister, there is not much firewood left."
He walked into the kitchen with a handful of dry firewood, and did not forget to greet little Chang'an: "Have you eaten?"
"Yes, I have eaten." Chang'an stood by the table and watched Sister Qiao'er knead the dough.
Qiaoer glanced at her and said, "I'm going to pick up some firewood outside the village later. You and Goudan can play in the yard and don't run around."
Chang'an nodded, "No, no."
Qiaoer kneaded the dough, covered the yellow basin with a pot lid, picked up a bamboo basket and went out.
So Chang'an and Goudan played on bamboo poles in the yard.
Suddenly, someone threw a stone from outside the fence and hit Chang'an on the head.
Fortunately, she was wearing an earmuff, otherwise her head would be broken.
The two children were stunned and turned to look outside the fence.
Song Chengye's arrogant laughter came: "Haha! Little stutterer! See who will protect you today!"
As he said, he ran in quickly and went straight to Chang'an.
Goudan immediately stood in front of Changan, glaring at Song Chengye: "What are you doing in my house? Get out!"
Song Chengye pushed Goudan hard, knocked him to the ground, and said with his hands on his waist: "You sick ghost dare to talk to me like that? Be careful or I'll break your dog legs!"
Goudan was furious, got up from the ground, and wrestled with Song Chengye.
The two were both seven years old, and even the same month, and now they were pulling each other's hair and arguing with each other, fighting evenly.
But Goudan had just recovered from a serious illness, and his body was not as strong as Song Chengye, and he was about to fall into a disadvantage.
Changan was afraid that Goudan would suffer, so he wanted to help, but Song Xiyue ran in with Dahei, holding a sharpened small wooden stick in her hand.
"If you dare to take a step forward today, I will use this to stab you to death!" Song Xiyue stared at Changan with a cold look.
Changan frowned, and she could hear Song Xiyue's inner voice: [Little stutterer! Dare to break my forehead, I will scratch your face now! If you cripple this bastard again, I'll see if Song Laoliu will protect you in the future!
Chang'an was furious and picked up the bamboo pole she was riding and whipped Song Xiyue fiercely.
At the same time, her palms glowed with light and the force of the whip suddenly increased. Song Xiyue screamed with the bamboo stick and quickly fled out of the yard.
Chang'an ran behind Song Chengye again, grabbed the braid at the back of his head and pulled him to the ground.
Goudan took advantage of the situation and rode on Song Chengye, punching him several times, making him howl and cry, and then got up and left.
Song Xiyue didn't dare to come in, and Dahei refused to listen to her. She was so angry that she jumped outside: "Song Chang'an! How dare you hit my brother! I'll tell grandpa!" Changan was very afraid of the grandfather, and hurriedly pulled Goudan into the house, closed the door and locked it.
As for Song Chengye, he came here just now to save face. He finally found Changan alone, but was beaten again. He was so angry that he went back crying.
Halfway through, he suddenly stopped, wiped his tears and said to Song Xiyue: "Don't tell grandpa!"
Last time he couldn't beat Changan, he was laughed at by all the little friends in the village. If the grandfather came to scold Changan again this time, his embarrassing story would spread throughout the village again.
He didn't want people to know that he couldn't beat Changan, and even the sickly Goudan.
Song Xiyue frowned and glared at her eldest brother for a long time, and finally agreed.
Indeed, even if he went back to complain, the grandfather would just come and scold him a few times, or slap his third uncle a few times.
But for the three-year-old Changan, the grandfather never taught him a lesson.
So what's the point of complaining?
Song Xiyue sat on a stone by the roadside to rest angrily, puzzled.
Why is Changan so strong? She is only three years old, but her hands are as strong as those of an eight or nine-year-old. Isn't this very wrong?
Does she have memories of her past life? Or some adventure?
Impossible!
How could she have memories of her past life with her stupid look?
Adventure is even more impossible.
Song Changan seemed to be very strong in his previous life, otherwise he would not have escaped from the robbers.
But even if he is very strong, so what? Didn't he die before me?
Song Xiyue thought secretly, turned to look at her brother who was teasing Dahei: "Why are you so useless? You are so tall and you can't even beat a sickly guy!"
Song Chengye was immediately furious, stood up and shouted: "Who said I can't beat them? If you hadn't run away and let the two of them beat me, how could I lose?"
Song Xiyue rolled her eyes, not wanting to argue with him.
Song Chengye continued to bombard his sister: "Also, you said there was a nugget of gold over in Xi'aozi, which made us go there in vain. I didn't blame you for talking nonsense, but you blame me?"
"Keep your voice down!" Song Xiyue glared at her brother dissatisfiedly: "Maybe it was your big mouth that leaked the news of the nugget of gold over there, which made us unable to find it!"
"What did I leak?" Song Chengye was unconvinced: "There was no outsider that day. Even if Uncle San and Aunt San heard it, wouldn't they leave quickly? Where is the nugget of gold?"
"Why not?" Song Xiyue subconsciously wanted to argue, but changed her mind and said, "Maybe it has been picked up by Uncle San and Aunt San!"
Song Chengye snorted: "You are so boastful! Aren't you afraid of biting your tongue!"
If Uncle San really picked up the nugget of gold, wouldn't he go to the market to eat meat? Cut!
Nugget of gold, as the name suggests, is gold as big as his big black head. How many copper coins can it be exchanged for?
Song Xiyue frowned, stood up, and ran home quickly.
If you say one more word to this idiot in the future, I will slap myself in the face!
Seeing his sister running away, Song Chengye felt more and more bored, so he took Dahei to the next village to find friends to play with.
Most of the children in the village were not willing to pay attention to him. Even if there were two or three who played with him, they were greedy for the snacks and fruits in his pocket.
Song Chengye was not stupid. After being fooled a few times, he never played with the children in the village again.
However, he played very well with the son of the widow Cui in the next village. The other party was eight years old and named Xiao Shuanzi. He had a sister who was about ten years old. He often came to his aunt to embroider sachets and handkerchiefs. After a few times, Song Chengye became familiar with the child. Xiao Shuanzi
was very obedient, but he was a little timid. He would run away when something happened, which made Song Chengye very unhappy.
But now he had no choice but to ask him to come over to cheer.
Song Chengye didn't believe that he and Xiao Shuanzi couldn't beat Chang'an and Goudan.
(End of this chapter)