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"You are the one who eats shit!" Song Chengye glared at his sister angrily. What a joke.
Song Xiyue snorted, "Only a brainless person like you would be fooled into eating that stuff."
Song Chengye didn't want to talk to his sister, and walked into the house angrily.
Grandfather Song Baqi saw his grandson coming back and waved to him, "Come here."
Song Chengye had no choice but to go over: "Grandpa, what's the matter?"
Song Baqi stroked his beard and said, "Come with us to the market next time to become a disciple. I'll find a private school for you, and you can study there in the future."
"I don't want to!" Song Chengye felt like the sky was falling when he heard this. He pulled his grandfather's sleeve and begged, "Mother told me before that we would go to school next year. Why are you going now? I'm still young and don't want to go so early!"
Song Baqi tapped his forehead and said, "You are seven years old. You will be eight in a few months. You are not young anymore. Some children start education at the age of five. You are too far behind at the age of seven."
Song Chengye was unhappy and muttered, "You said you were going to the capital a while ago. Why do you suddenly want me to study in the market? What if the tuition is paid and we don't go to school? Wouldn't it be a waste of money?"
Song Xiyue walked in and said coldly, "I'm going to the capital, not you. I can only take you to the capital after I have established my feet there. Not now."
Song Chengye snorted at his sister and turned and ran away.
He didn't want to go to school. He heard from the eldest grandson of the clan leader's grandfather that the teacher liked to hit people's palms with bamboo sticks. If you recited a word wrong, you would be beaten. The palms were beaten red and swollen, and it hurt when you slept at night. It was terrible.
"Why are you running? Come back!" Song Baqi shouted from behind.
Song Chengye pretended not to hear and ran out of the yard without looking back.
Dahei also ran out with the young master.
In the old house of the Song family, Wu Xiuying sat under the eaves, peeling wood thorns with her little niece. Seeing that the sun was setting, her husband still hadn't come back.
She was worried. Seeing that it was getting late, she stood up and straightened her back. She washed the bracken she picked yesterday, blanched it with boiling water, chopped it, and mixed it with a little salt water. She
took out the coarse flour steamed buns that were heated in the pot and called her little niece to come over for dinner.
Chang'an agreed, put down the wood thorns in his hand and ran to wash his hands.
While scooping water for her niece, Wu Xiuying sighed softly: "Your third uncle hasn't come back yet, and I don't know how your uncle is doing?"
Chang'an blinked, unable to answer.
She has already given the little pearl to her uncle. If her uncle is still not well, should she give him the last leaf as well?
Chang'an was tangled.
If she gave everything to her uncle, what if her father was chopped by a bad guy?
After wiping her hands, Wu brought two bowls of porridge, two steamed buns, and a plate of tender fern.
"Eat." She handed a steamed bun to her niece and took a sip from the porridge bowl.
Chang'an ate the steamed bun and drank the porridge silently, and suddenly remembered picking up eggs at Goudan's house today. Goudan's family
has two hens and a rooster. Now his family can pick up an egg in the chicken coop every day.
It would be great if she had hens at home too, so that she could pick up eggs every day.
"Aunt, aunt, raise, raise chickens." Changan said seriously: "Pick, pick eggs." Wu
smiled and put a piece of tender fern in her niece's porridge bowl with chopsticks: "When the hens at Goudan's house hatch chicks, we will exchange a few chicks and raise them back." My stepmother-in-law
actually has several hens, but she didn't get any when the family was divided.
At the beginning, my husband and I were in a hurry to divide the family, so we didn't mention these details, and we were embarrassed to mention them.
Now it seems that my family not only has to raise a few chickens, but also have to raise a pig after all the wood berries are sold, and keep it for slaughter and meat during the New Year.
"Yeah." Changan was satisfied, happily drinking the porridge and taking another bite of the coarse flour steamed bun. While they were eating, Mrs. Zhao suddenly walked in.
She looked down at Mrs. Wu and said, "The third daughter-in-law, there is no water at home. Your father-in-law is waiting for tea. You should go and fetch some water."
Wu Xiuying stood up slowly and frowned, "It's getting dark and Samsoon is not at home. It's not convenient for me to go out to fetch water. Why don't you and your sister-in-law go and fetch a bucket and wait until tomorrow morning?"
Before she finished speaking, Mrs. Zhao snorted coldly, "What? You can't be called after the division of the family? Mrs. Wu, is this how you treat your elders?"
Mrs. Wu pursed her lips and said nothing.
The village's water well is still outside the village, near the pond. Now that the sun has set, no family goes out to fetch water at night.
"Okay, okay, I beg you. Your father-in-law is still waiting for water. Go quickly before it gets dark." Mrs. Zhao seemed to be really at a loss, and unexpectedly spoke in a humble manner. Mrs. Wu
frowned, but she didn't have the nerve to ask why her eldest brother and sister-in-law didn't go to fetch water?
Seeing that it was not dark outside, she carried two empty buckets and went out of the house.
Chang'an saw this and felt panic for no reason. She immediately put down the steamed bun she had not finished eating and followed her out.
"Little Chang'an, what are you doing? Stay at home!" Old Zhao stopped her and wanted to lock her in the house, but she was afraid that the crying of the little girl would attract the attention of others, so she had to pick her up.
Chang'an pushed her away desperately and burst into tears. She stretched out her little hand to Auntie San: "Auntie, hold me!"
Wu had to come back, put the bucket on the ground, and whispered: "Auntie will go and fetch a load of water and come back. You stay at home and wait for Auntie to come back."
Chang'an shook her head and cried, hugging her aunt's neck tightly: "No, no!"
She wanted to say that she didn't want to listen to her grandmother and didn't want to fetch water for her family, but she was clumsy and couldn't say it at all.
Song Laoliu and his wife next door also heard Chang'an's shrill cries, and came out to ask: "What's going on?"
Mrs. Zhao laughed dryly: "Alas, it's also my fault. I was so busy during the day that I forgot to carry water. Now your uncle Qi is waiting for water. Jizu and his wife have returned to his wife's family. There is no one at home, so I asked the third wife to fetch a bucket to deal with the emergency."
"Is that so? I'll go fetch it." Song Laoliu came over without saying a word, picked up the bucket and walked out of the village.
Sister Qian was worried and hurried over: "Wait, I'll go with you."
Mrs. Zhao twitched her mouth, glanced coldly at Wu and Chang'an, and said sarcastically: "Okay! You don't have to go, just stay at home."
After that, she turned and left.
Chang'an hugged her aunt tightly, sobbing and asking her to go home.
Mrs. Wu patted her niece helplessly, "Look, your Aunt Qian and the others went to fetch water for me. Oh, how embarrassing."
Chang'an didn't care about it and hugged her aunt's neck tightly.
Until this moment, the panic in her heart gradually dissipated.
Mrs. Wu carried Chang'an back to the house. She refused to eat the porridge she was fed. She sighed, "Chang'an is a big child now. You can't be willful in the future. Although your grandmother is not close to us, she is your grandfather's wife after all. You need to respect her."
Chang'an leaned her head on her aunt's shoulder and said nothing.
She didn't like her grandmother. She was inexplicably afraid when she saw her, so she didn't want to respect her.
Moreover, she often had terrible dreams, and her dreams were full of the shadow of her grandmother.
Once, she dreamed that her grandmother took her to the mountains, and then her grandmother left. She was so scared. In the end, Huahua found her and took her home.
Mrs. Wu held Chang'an and stood at the door of the house, waiting for Sister Qian and her husband to come back.
(End of this chapter)