Feng Gang looked at the sky, which was gradually getting dark.
Just then, a voice called Feng Gang from outside.
Feng Gang said, "Oh, it's my mother."
After that, Feng Gang ran out.
Song Yuting turned and walked into the house.
Rushing out of the main hall of the village chief's house, she saw her mother Ma Guilan standing on the stalk of the field shouting and calling out to herself from a distance.
Feng Gang responded, waved, and ran towards his mother.
"Mom, what's the hurry?" Feng Gang asked directly when he rushed to her.
Ma Guilan raised her eyebrows and scolded, "Where did you go, kid?"
"Go to the village chief's house to make a phone call."
"What call?"
"Xiaoyu went to her aunt's house in the city, I called her to ask how she was." Feng Gang said truthfully.
Ma Guilan pointed to the distance and said, "Our cow ate a large piece of someone else's sweet potato leaves. What do you think we should do?"
"Ah?" Feng Gang's face changed, "Did the cow rope come off?"
"What do you think?" Ma Guilan said coldly.
Feng Gang said, "That doesn't make sense. I tied it well. How could it come off? Whose sweet potato leaves did it eat?"
"Your Aunt Juxiang's."
"Oh, then I'll go over and admit my mistake." Feng Gang's face changed, and he turned around and rushed to Aunt Juxiang's house.
"Stop." Ma Guilan hurriedly called him.
"What for?"
"Go to our sweet potato field and cut some leaves for her and give them back to them. Anyway, she will go home to feed the pigs."
"Okay." Feng Gang nodded and went back to work.
Not long after, Feng Gang came to Aunt Juxiang's dojo with a large bamboo basket of sweet potato leaves and shouted.
At this time, Aunt Juxiang's husband Zhang Fucai came out of the house, his face a little gloomy, and asked: "Feng Gang, what's the matter?"
Feng Gang smiled and said: "Uncle Fucai, I'm so sorry, the cow was not tied up properly, so it ate a piece of your sweet potato leaves. I cut a basket from my own field. I'm so sorry."
"Oh?" Zhang Fucai obviously didn't know, and frowned, "How big a piece did it eat?"
"Not a big piece."
"Oh, then pour it into the pig pen for me, and pay more attention next time." Zhang Fucai still said with a gloomy face.
"Yes, I will pay attention next time." Feng Gang nodded, carried the bamboo basket to the pig pen, poured the pig grass on the ground, and walked out.
"Uncle Fucai, it's done. Then I'm leaving."
"Okay." Zhang Fucai nodded.