Farmer’s Little Girl

  Chapter 467 Considerate

  Man Bao nodded in agreement, "I hate them."

   How dare to scold her mother, since childhood, no one has ever dared to scold her mother like this.

Aunt Lai smiled and told her, “It’s gone back then, don’t look at your mother’s hardship when she first married, she’s not a bad master, she has a fierce temperament. There is really no wife in the village when it comes to quarrels and fights. She is great."

  Man Bao supported his chin and listened to the story all afternoon, until his legs were numb, and the sunset on the horizon was about to fall, and the little Qianman’s yard could not find the shadows of the children, only to realize that they were still listening to the story under the banyan tree.

   Xiaoqian stood at the gate with his waist pinched, and shouted in the direction of the banyan tree: "Goro, Rokuro, Manbao, we have dinner-bring the children back quickly."

  Everyone found out that the sun had fallen, and immediately disappeared. Man Bao waved his hand to Uncle Lai, said goodbye to his aunt, and rushed home with his brothers, nephews and nieces.

The little Qian took Man Bao, looked at Wu Wu Lang and Datou with disgust, and asked: "You are going to roll in the mud. Look at this dirty one. Go wash your hands and face quickly, and eat after a while. "

  She took Man Bao’s hand and looked at it. Seeing that it was not red, she nodded and said: "Okay, you should also wash your hands quickly."

  Man Bao washed his hands, but ran directly to Qian’s side, took her hand and said seriously: "Mother, I will be nice to you in the future, and I won’t let my father bully you."

  Aside from the old Zhou who is smoking a cigarette:...

  What did he do to him?

After Man Bao and Qian gave their guarantee, they went to pull Lao Zhoutou's hand, and said with a serious face: "Father, you have to listen to your mother more in the future, don't be lazy, you said it, do lazy people even hate **** and urine? We can't be a lazy person."

Lao Zhou was furious and roared: "Are you going to listen to my aunt telling the story? Don't listen to her, in case you become a woman with a long tongue like Wednesday, oh, no, a man with a long tongue... Anyway, don't listen to the mess."

Looking at the big head, he immediately wiped a handful of water off his face, and ran to pull his father's hand, and said with a serious face: "Father, don't worry, I will pat you mosquitoes in the future, and you must not be bitten by mosquitoes again. ."

  Daya and Santou heard it and felt that they could not be too behind, so they also surrounded them, grabbed their father's other hand, and expressed their heartfelt hearts.

  Zhou Dalang didn’t know what they were talking about, but he was very happy, so he said cheerfully: "Okay, you shoot me mosquitoes that night before going to sleep."

  The three nodded immediately, indicating that there was no problem at all.

  Zhou Dalang didn’t know why they said that, but Old Zhou Tau knew it!

  He almost knew why the three children said this, because in the past two decades, from the moment Zhou Dalang was tied to a tree, this story has been repeated countless times by the aunt.

  Lao Zhoutou heard it himself and heard it from others.

  God knew that his son had been **** once, and he happened to let Aunt Lai see him.

  Zhou Jin’s memory is equally deep, because it was that time that his daughter-in-law returned to her family’s home with Dalang on his back, making him be beaten by his brother-in-law for the first time.

   Seven years ago, Zhou Yin was also a frequent visitor to her aunt. For some reason, she rarely mentioned anything about Zhou Yin in the past seven years.

  But this son, this "taboo" doesn't seem to exist anymore, he uses his toes to know what his aunt would say to him.

  Lao Zhou's head was so angry that his hands shook, it was all slander, and Chen Zhima’s rotten grains all came out...

  Lao Zhoutou is a little lacking in confidence.

The Qian took Man Bao and nodded her forehead and said: "You, don't hear any stories take it seriously. Your aunt likes me and doesn't like your father. You can't help but say something biased. Just listen. ."

  Man Bao asked, "What kind of dad is that?"

"You didn't see what your father is," Qian said softly: "What you see by yourself is more true than what you hear? And you live with your father, don't others know better than what you hear? Are you real?"

  Man Bao was ashamed, and said: "This is what the gentleman said is that if you listen to it, you will be dark, and if you listen to it, it will be bright, right?"

  Man Bao ran over and took Lao Zhou's hand, and said with a guilty expression: "Father, I'm sorry for you."

   "What, what, what is dark, what is bright?"

   "If you listen more, it will be dark, and if you listen at the same time, it will be bright."

  Lao Zhou said simply: "I didn't understand, anyway, you have to remember it, just what the aunt said is not right."

  Man Bao asked with his mouth open, "Isn't this still a partial listener?"

   "Which one prefers to listen or not, I will ask you, do you listen to what father said?"

  Man Bao nodded.

"That's all right, then you don't want to listen to what my aunt is talking about. There are also a few of you." Lao Zhoutou pointed to the Friday Lang and Saturday Lang who ran back with them just now. I’m still dangling outside all day, what is it like?"

After talking about it, Lao Zhou looked at Wu Lang with disgust and said: "Go Lang, you have rarely run outside recently. Look at what your head, face, and neck look like. I have already let out the wind to give it to you. Speaking of kiss, I can’t wait to see each other after the summer harvest and autumn harvest. How can you meet people when you are so dark?"

  Friday Lang widened his eyes, "Yes, but I have to go to the ground for summer and autumn harvests."

  His eyes shimmered slightly, and he twisted and asked, "Father, can I be like the sister Dahua next door, I don't have to go to work before I look at each other."

   "The beauty you want," Old Zhou said without thinking: "You are a boy and not a girl. What do you want to raise?"

   "...didn't you just say it?"

   "I told you to avoid running outside when you don't have to work. You are an adult. You have to be a good head for your siblings, nephews and nieces, you know?"

  Lao Zhoutou has concealed his dark history very well. When he went to bed at night, he couldn’t help complaining to Qian, “Auntie is really here. The older you get, the more you get older, she didn’t do that before.”

  "Then you go arguing with her?"

  Lao Zhoutou murmured on the sidelines, neither daring to go nor willing to stop there, "So many children, grandchildren and granddaughters are going to be older too, what do they say to their ears?"

   "Okay, I know how to do it, go to bed now."

  Isn’t it just telling stories with children, she would also say.

  Diligent and studious since childhood is a good name, and the prodigal son is also a good name, isn’t it?

  Qian did not regret the decision made in his heart. Yes, the days were a little sad in the first few years, but whose life was easier from the beginning?

  Life is like a person who knows herself when she drinks water and warmth. They all say that her in-laws are not good and her husband is lazy, but they also have time when they are considerate, but those outsiders can’t see it.

  Furthermore, apart from Zhou Yin's death, she was also satisfied in this life.

  　 Today is more than 12 thousand, it will continue tomorrow, I can go to bed early tonight

  (End of this chapter)