The whole mountain is my hunting ground

Zhao Jun put one under his arm and another in his hand, and took the two sisters to his room.

Then Zhao Jun closed the door, carried the two little girls onto the kang, and then moved the kang table and the leftovers and leftovers under the window.

The meal was uneatable, but fortunately Zhao Jun had almost eaten, so he sat down on the edge of the kang and comforted his two sisters.

Zhao Hong and Zhao Na were a little frightened and both threw themselves into Zhao Jun's arms.

Especially Zhao Hong, who suffered a terrible disaster and received four broom sticks, was very aggrieved.

Zhao Jun touched Zhao Hong's little head, comforted her in a low voice, and promised to buy her new clothes when he went down the mountain to the supply and marketing cooperative or a big store next time. Zhao Hong broke down in tears and smiled.

"Brother, it's better for you!" These words should...be said by the little girl from the bottom of her heart.

"Or?" Zhao Jun was stunned when he heard this, but he didn't know where the word "or" came from.

Logically speaking, it is not difficult for him to buy some clothes for his sisters now.

Don’t say one thing, ten will do.

But Wang Meilan refused to let it go, saying that children grow up quickly and would outgrow it within a few days of buying it.

Although there is still Zhao Na who can pick them up and continue to wear them, there are still a lot of old clothes from Zhao Chun and Zhao Jun's childhood at home. Those were all sewn by Zhao Jun's grandmother with stitches and threads, and they are strong.

At this time, Zhao Na on the other side also praised her brother: "Brother, you are the best!"

Zhao Jun understood instantly, touched Zhao Na's pigtails, and said with a smile: "Well, I will buy it for you too."

"Yeah." Although Zhao Na is young, she speaks like a Northeastern person. When she heard that Zhao Jun also bought clothes for herself, she was instantly happy.

"Brother!" At this time, Zhao Hong's face was no longer sad and aggrieved. Instead, he said to Zhao Jun happily: "You'd better buy me a floral skirt."

"Okay, buy, buy." Zhao Jun nodded repeatedly, feeling that his sister's few thoughts were focused on this.

But if my sister speaks, I must buy it.

"Oh! Oh! I have a floral skirt!"

Although they haven't seen it yet, Zhao Hong and Zhao Na were already celebrating. The two little girls happily cheered and jumped on the kang.

On the contrary, in the east room opposite, Wang Meilan kept hitting Zhao Youcai with a broomstick.

When she first entered the room, she only had a general look, and the longer she stayed in the room, the angrier she became.

The floor is fine, the red bricks are paved, so I'm not afraid if it gets wet, it will dry after a while.

The New Year pictures on the wall are just like that. Anyone can understand that they were caused by a naughty little girl.

The key is that Zhao Youcai's clothes, pants, and the bedding on the kang cabinet were all stained.

How many days have you been washing?

Wang Meilan picked up the broomstick and hit Zhao Youcai, scolding him while beating him.

It has to be said that Wang Meilan was very measured in her actions. No matter how outrageous her husband was, she still had to go to work the next day, so she couldn't hit her in the face, she could only say hello to her body.

Moreover, although spring has begun, the temperature in the Northeast is still not high, and the temperature difference between day and night is also large.

At night, the room becomes even colder and colder, and some elderly people have to wear cotton-padded jackets and trousers.

Although what Zhao Youcai was wearing was not a cotton jacket or cotton trousers, there was a thin layer of cotton inside, which added a lot of defense.

Moreover, the old man's body is strong and he can carry it for a few times without any problem. The key is that both his son and daughter are at home, so they can't scream out in pain.

But Wang Meilan was beating and scolding her at the same time. The more she scolded, the angrier she became, and the more she beat, the more energetic she became.

Finally, Zhao Youcai couldn't stand it anymore. Just when Wang Meilan was listening to what Wang Meilan said about how the newly washed clothes were buried and wiped out again, Zhao Youcai growled and said, "You don't need to wash it, I'll wash it!"

"Oh! You dare to scream!" Seeing that Zhao Youcai was about to explode, Wang Meilan became even more angry. She just raised the broom in her hand high, but suddenly remembered that these beddings were indeed washed by Zhao Youcai before, and her anger immediately subsided.

As soon as the anger in my heart subsided, a feeling of fatigue suddenly surged through my body. Beating someone was quite tiring.

Wang Meilan glared at Zhao Youcai fiercely, and lowered her hand holding the broomstick.

This drop made the front end of the broom handle touch Zhao Youcai's leg. Zhao Youcai was so frightened that he raised his hand and pulled the broom away from his leg.

He was half sitting and half lying on the kang, with his side facing Wang Meilan. It would have been better if he didn't move, but his movement pulled his clothes, allowing Wang Meilan to see something in his pocket.

"Hey!" The couple are both characters with full wealth-obsessed attributes. Wang Meilan only glanced at it and felt that it should be money.

Zhao Youcai suddenly felt something bad, and hurriedly reached out to cover his pockets, then kicked his legs to move himself into the kang.

But Wang Meilan came over with a broomstick, and only then did Zhao Youcai realize that he couldn't escape even if he wanted to.

Wang Meilan pointed a broom at Zhao Youcai with one hand, pulled his hand away from his pocket with the other, and took out a roll of money.

Zhao Youcai shouted: "Your son gave this to me!"

"My son gave it to you?" Wang Meilan became a little angry and shouted directly: "Why should my son give you money?"

"Your son..." Zhao Youcai was stunned for a moment, but immediately replied: "Your son, isn't he my son?"

Wang Meilan: "Then just say your son gave it to you!"

"I just said it was my son who gave it to me!" By this point, things were already so chaotic that Zhao Youcai had forgotten what he had just said in a hurry.

Wang Meilan also fainted, but she had the initiative, picked up the broom and gave Zhao Youcai two more blows.

Zhao Youcai raised his arms to resist, and then immediately became honest and didn't say a word. He sat on the kang against the wall, rubbing his left elbow with his right hand, and watched Wang Meilan count the money eagerly.

But when Wang Meilan finished counting the money and was about to put it in his pocket, Zhao Youcai finally couldn't help it and whispered: "That's how my son honors me."

"You're talking nonsense!" Wang Meilan was unhappy when she heard this. "How can my son just respect you? He doesn't even respect me as a mother."

Zhao Youcai was speechless for a moment, but in order to keep this little money, he hurriedly said: "Didn't I give you all the money my son earned? How about thousands of dollars?"

"Is that for me?" Wang Meilan was even more unhappy, and just said: "Those are all for him to keep for his wife." After saying that, Wang Meilan opened the rolled up money, took out more than half of it, and said: " This money must be from my son to honor us, you want to take my share!"

After saying that, Wang Meilan shook her hands, threw one piece with one piece and one with 50 cents on the kang, and said: "Here are you, hurry up and clean up the house."

"I..." Zhao Youcai was about to cry, but thinking of Wang Meilan's temper, he knew that if he dared to say more, he might not even be able to keep the one dollar and fifty cents, so he picked up the money and stuffed it into his pocket hurriedly.

Very good science fiction