From the birth of a son to the separation of Nuwa and her path to becoming a god

This made Aunt Qiao angry for a while, but she had other ideas, so she suppressed her anger for the time being.

Grandma Qiao arranged for her family to move all Meng Liu's things in advance, so she didn't have to go back to the educated youth point, she could just follow Qiao Xingchen back to Qiao's house.

Many villagers saw them along the way and greeted them and asked what was going on.

Qiao Xingchen basically didn't speak. He still couldn't bear to talk and laugh with others about his scars.

Fortunately, most of the villagers were relatively simple, and they were probably afraid of touching on his sadness, so they didn't continue after two sentences.

In order to welcome him out of the hospital, the Qiao family cooked quite a sumptuous meal today. In fact, they only cut a few pieces of bacon prepared for the New Year and added them to the gruel to cook together.

Grandma Qiao happily invited Meng Liu to sit down and eat. This was her first time at Qiao's house.

"Xiao Meng, eat quickly, you have worked hard for the past six months." Grandma Qiao said cheerfully.

Aunt Qiao curled her lips: "Why bother? If it weren't for her, Qiao Xingchen wouldn't have suffered this."

Grandma Qiao put down her chopsticks with a serious face: "Today is a good day, you'd better not make trouble! Meng Liu will be a family with us from now on, and no one is allowed to mention the past things again!"

The mother-in-law's words were still quite dignified. Uncle Qiao's eyelids twitched, and Aunt Qiao shut up after receiving the signal.

She didn't mention it, but Qiao Xingchen's brothers were unwilling to let him go. They didn't have bad intentions, they were just curious, but such curiosity was still a bit unfriendly to the disabled.

"Brother, your legs were really chopped off?"

"What should you do if you can't stand up and go to the toilet?"

"You don't want us to carry you on your back! Or do you want to go into the pot?"

Grandma Qiao knocked her bowl down hard: "Shut up! Your sister-in-law is here to take care of the matter of the stars. You don't need to worry about it! If anyone talks too much, don't eat dinner!"

Aunt Qiao sneered. Her mother-in-law was so arrogant that she didn't know what was good about Qiao Xingchen. Before she was injured, she used to be lazy and couldn't earn a few work points a year. Now she is disabled. This What future can there be in this life?

After dinner, Qiao Ma went to clear away the dishes.

Uncle Qiao: "Xingchen, does your leg still hurt now? Is it inconvenient in daily life?"

Perhaps because his attitude was okay, Qiao Xingchen answered honestly: "It doesn't hurt much anymore. Meng Liu can help me in inconvenient places."

Uncle Qiao nodded and said yes again and again, and Aunt Qiao tightly tightened the flesh on his waist.

Only then did he remember what he wanted to say: "I heard that the commune cadre asked you to teach in primary school?"

"Yes, what's wrong?" Qiao Xingchen looked over coldly, already guessing what he was going to say next.

Facing his nephew's gaze, Uncle Qiao really couldn't say anything, but Aunt Qiao didn't have so many worries.

Primary school teachers do not count their work points and are paid monthly salary and food stamps. In Qiao Xingchen's current situation, will he really pay his salary to his family? Even if he is willing to hand it over, Grandma Qiao will never accept it.

Coupled with Meng Liu's squeamish temper, he probably won't be able to earn a few work points. The family will have two extra mouths to eat for no reason. All in all, their eldest family will suffer a loss.

And if you lose two legs, you are not a normal person! There is a disabled man in Qinghe Village. His legs hurt on rainy days and he needs to buy medicine. Then he has to get all the money from home. Why?

"Xingchen, don't blame my uncle for being blunt. The commune primary school is ten miles away from our village. How are you going to get there after you take over the job? You can't ask your father to pick you up every day, right?

Everyone has to work, and no one has that much time. Besides, your leg is temporarily healed, but you will inevitably have to take medicine in the future, right? Who pays for this? It’s not from home.

So my aunt has an idea. You see, your brother has also graduated from junior high school. Let him take over your job and go to the commune primary school. You will work in the village. If anything happens, your family will be around and they can help.

We are all a family, and your brother will not let you suffer. I have asked about the treatment of the primary school teachers in the village. They get twenty yuan a month. My aunt makes the decision and asks your brother to give you five yuan a month. You can take the money. Go save your own medicine and buy it! Isn’t it killing two birds with one stone? "

Qiao Xingchen twitched the corner of his mouth: "No need to trouble Auntie, I have already made arrangements for work."

Aunt Qiao immediately became anxious when she heard this: "What are your plans? How can you go when your legs are like this?"

"Let Meng Liu go."

"What?" There were several shocked voices in the house.

It's not that Qiao's father and Qiao's mother have never had the idea of ​​​​working, but they are not as aggressive as Aunt Qiao. Their son will indeed be a drag on the Qiao family in the future, so they don't say anything.

Qiao Xingchen: "I have already decided. Let Meng Liu take over the primary school teacher's job, and I will go to the fields to earn work points."

This was what he had thought about for a long time. The job of a primary school teacher was easy and decent. It was indeed difficult for him to go there and come back every day. The most important thing was that the work in the fields was too tiring. He couldn't bear to let Meng Liu do it in the sun every day. farm work.

What a great job a teacher has, just giving lectures in the classroom. From the beginning, he made up his mind to give Meng Liu this job.

At that time, he decided to separate, thinking that after the separation, no one would help her work, and Meng Liu would also have an income. When Qiao Xingchen got married later, it would be even less possible for him to take things easy and make his wife miserable.

Meng Liu also didn't expect Qiao Xingchen to arrange it like this. Although she had known about work for a long time, she had never thought about working in her conscience.

Although she said that Qiao Xingchen had to do the work that he should do, but it would be too bullying to let him go to the ground with a body like that.

Aunt Qiao's eyes were on fire: "Why should I give her a job?"

"She is my wife."

This reason cannot be refuted, Aunt Qiao could only look at Grandma Qiao: "Mom, do you agree?"

Grandma Qiao nodded silently, what should she do if she disagreed? Do you really want to give the job to Dafang? She was not a fool. She could see what Meng Liu had cooked for most of the six months he had been taking care of her grandson. She gave Meng Liu at least the money and spent it on her eldest grandson. If she really gave it to the eldest grandson, who would take care of her grandson in the future?

If she wanted to do it according to her heart, of course it would be best for Qiao Xingchen to do it by herself, but is it realistic? Not realistic.

It's ten miles from the village to the commune primary school. I estimate that it will take two or three hours to paddle in a wheelchair. That's fine. What about if it rains or snows? What should I do if I fall down on the road?

To be honest, she didn't believe anyone, whether it was the other grandsons or Meng Liu.

But after all, this job belongs to Qiao Xingchen after all. He is happy with it. Why is she, an old lady, doing it?

When Aunt Qiao saw this, her eyes were red, she pointed at Uncle Qiao and cursed: "Look, this is your Qiao family. Before, Qiao Xingchen didn't go to work every day for three days, so our eldest brother was working hard in the fields. Now that I am injured and it is hard to find a relaxing job, it is still given to outsiders. Who are we?