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"Hey, Song Laoliu, why are you bullying an orphan and a widow?"
Song Jizu walked out of the crowd, glanced at the disheveled widow Cui, and felt a little sympathetic.
He had been making love with this woman in bed last night, and if he didn't come out to say a few words to her now, he would seem heartless.
Song Laoliu glared at Song Jizu, "Don't you understand what people are saying? Who is bullying who? Oh, I haven't looked for you yet, but you come to my door. It just so happens that your child also beat up my Goudan. You have to give me an explanation today, or we'll go to the threshing ground and compete!"
Song Jizu's face sank, "Who wants to compete with you?"
Although Song Laoliu is thin, he has been doing farm work for many years and has strong muscles and bones. Not to mention beating up one Song Jizu, even if he beats three, he won't lose.
"If you don't dare to compete, shut up!" Song Laoliu said bluntly: "I'll go to your house later and ask Song Chengye why he has been picking on my son?"
Song Jizu was really afraid that this scoundrel would go to his house to make trouble, so he turned and left.
Widow Cui was a little scared when she saw that no one was helping her. After all, it would be dark soon, and she didn't dare to stay here at night.
The women who were watching the excitement understood women's minds best. When they saw that the time was almost right, they hurried over to persuade Widow Cui, pulled her up from the ground, and sent her home.
Widow Cui didn't dare to stay any longer, and went back crying.
Seeing that there was no excitement to watch, the crowd dispersed one after another. However, a few people took the opportunity to walk into Song Laoliu's house to see what the couple and Song Sanshun had brought back.
"Hey, Laoliu, why did you pick the wood berries too?" Someone remembered what Song Sanshun had brought back a few days ago, and couldn't help asking curiously.
Song Laoliu smiled and said, "Pick them and keep them for washing clothes and washing hair."
"Washing clothes and washing hair? Ha! No one would believe that!" Seeing that he refused to tell the truth, the visitor left angrily.
The next day, after breakfast, Song Sanshun and his wife were peeling hollyhocks at home, and Qiao'er brought Goudan to find Chang'an.
"Chang'an, do you want to go pick shepherd's purse together?" Qiao'er asked.
Chang'an nodded immediately, "Yes!"
Wu was a little worried about letting her niece go, but seeing that she ran to get a small bamboo basket and a small shovel with great interest, she had to say to Qiao'er, "You can go to the vegetable garden, there are also shepherd's purse there."
Qiao'er nodded, "There are also a lot of shepherd's purse growing in my vegetable garden. If you don't pick them out, they will bloom."
Now that the weather is getting warmer, various wild vegetables are growing one after another. Take this opportunity to dig more and bring them back. If you can't finish them, you can blanch them in water and dry them to eat slowly.
Wu turned to her niece and said, "Chang'an, follow sister Qiao'er closely, don't run around, and don't go to the pond to play."
"Yes!" Chang'an nodded, carrying the small bamboo basket that her uncle had specially made for her and walked out.
"Come back early." Wu said again. Chang'an
jumped and ran out: "I know, I know!"
The three children staggered out of the village and came to a vegetable field where no vegetables were planted. As expected,
there were a lot of shepherd's purses growing in the vegetable field, and each one was extremely plump.
Chang'an cheered, squatted down and shoveled, and soon shoveled half of the basket. The
nine-year-old Qiao'er also buried her head in cutting shepherd's purse, and soon cut most of the rice washing basket. Only Goudan ran to the other side of the field to pick wild flowers.
In early spring, many flowers bloomed on the grass, including wild cherries, rehmannia, violets, southern sage, cat's claw flowers, and veronica, etc.
The most common one is southern sage, commonly known as mouse flower.
The southern jasmine first blooms and then grows leaves. Both the flower and the root are poisonous. People say that children are not allowed to play with this, saying that touching the flower and then touching the head will cause hair loss, and the flower juice will cause blindness if it gets into the eyes.
There were no adults present today, so Goudan picked a large handful of mouse flowers and handed them to Changan to see.
Changan took it and smelled it, put it in the basket, and continued to look for shepherd's
purse. She loved to scoop up shepherd's purse, and she was very happy when she saw a nest of shepherd's purse.
At this time, a big black dog ran over, scaring Qiao'er and Goudan.
Dahei ran to Changan and knocked the squatting child on the buttocks. "Dahei!" Chang'an was not angry, knowing that Dahei was playing a joke on her.
But the person who made her angry also came, and stared at her and Goudan in a sinister way.
Getting up, Chang'an touched Dahei's head and stammered, "Don't, don't make trouble!" She was busy and didn't want to play with the dog.
"You are not allowed to touch Dahei!" Song Chengye rushed over and drove Dahei away from Chang'an, not forgetting to glare at her.
Chang'an glared back, and the two children, one big and one small, glared at each other.
After a long time, the two kept wasting time, trying their best not to blink, as if whoever blinked first would lose.
In the end, Goudan ran over and pulled Chang'an away, and the two turned their eyes away, secretly relieved at the same time.
"Let's go back." Qiao'er was afraid that her brother and Chang'an would fight with Song Chengye again, so she picked up the basket and prepared to go home.
Chang'an nodded and picked up the small basket with difficulty.
Seeing this, Goudan hurried over to help, holding Chang'an in one hand and carrying the basket in the other, and the three children walked back.
Song Chengye followed Dahei not far away, and suddenly asked: "Goudan, why are you stronger?"
Goudan pretended not to hear him and didn't want to pay attention to him.
But Song Chengye didn't give up, and asked again: "Why did you eat that thing yesterday?"
"What thing?" Goudan was puzzled.
Song Chengye said awkwardly: "Is it the thing that looks like poop?"
Goudan frowned: "You are the one who eats poop!"
Song Chengye glared at him.
The conversation between the two instantly came to a deadlock.
After a long pause, Song Chengye asked his little cousin again: "Why are you so strong?" Chang'an
thought about it, and took out half a steamed bun left over from the morning from her pocket: "Eat, eat this, and your strength will increase." There are small beads in it. When
Song Chengye saw the half piece of shit-like thing, his stomach began to churn again.
He turned his eyes away and asked: "Where did you find it?"
Chang'an blinked: "I, I made it myself."
Song Chengye pursed his lips, turned around and called Dahei and ran away.
Changan and Goudan looked at each other, not knowing what Song Chengye wanted to do.
After returning home, Changan showed his aunt a basket of shepherd's purse.
Wu touched Changan's head and praised him, "Changan is really capable. You dug so much by yourself. At noon, your aunt will make dumplings for you."
Changan nodded happily, followed his aunt to wash his hands, and sat down to watch his uncle peel the wood berries.
Wu went to pick up the shepherd's purse and prepare to make dumplings. She picked
out a handful of mouse flowers from the basket, put them in a small jar on the table, and added a little water.
This kind of flower is not delicate. As long as it is given a little water, it can bloom for a long time.
When Wu washed and cut the shepherd's purse, and made dumplings with bread, before she could put it in the pot, she saw Mrs. Zhao walking in angrily. As soon as
the old woman entered the door, she pointed at Changan and scolded, "You little beast, you are so vicious at such a young age? You actually instigated Chengye to eat shit!"
Changan:.
(End of this chapter)