Farmer's Cannon Fodder: Listen to me, the whole family, change the plot

Old Mrs. Su seemed to have forgotten the death of her second son.

All she wanted was to divide the family as quickly as possible and transfer the household registration to the town, so that Su Fuzhu would not be burdened by other people's wishes and her beloved little son Su Xigen would be spared the hard labor of carrying stones to build dams and roads.

Su Xigen ran out of the house like a gust of wind. Song Xiuhe, who was in the second room, saw him running away and thought that it was Old Lady Su who asked him to go to the town to call Su Xikui back to prepare for Su Xishan's funeral!

After wiping away her tears and coaxing her son, Song Xiuhe thought that Liu Cuixiang and Zhang Chuncao would definitely not go to make breakfast. She also thought that when Su Xi came back with Su Xikui, they would be able to complete Su Qisheng's funeral and bury him in peace. After sighing, she went to the kitchen to get busy.

"Xishan, it's not that I'm cruel! It's just that living people still need to eat." Song Xiuhe, who was taking care of the son, moved to the kitchen and talked to herself while working.

In theory, according to local customs, after a person dies, the closest relatives must stay by the body.

But Song Xiuhe was worried about her work and was afraid that her son would be scared, so she took her son directly to the kitchen.

She said these words to herself just to comfort herself.

After being exploited for so long, it seemed that with the passage of time, the brain that could have previously doubted Su Fuzhu's suitability for Fu Nu had rusted.

Song Xiuhe actually began to think that her husband was dead, and her two daughters were just girls and not worth mentioning, not to mention that they were not at home at all. She and her son were left alone and helpless, and they had to do their job well so that they could have a place in the family.

She sniffed her nose, wiped her tears with her sleeve, and after cooking the mixed bean porridge, she thought that she had to behave well in order to be taken care of in this family. She hardened her heart, scooped a spoonful of lard from the lard jar, cut some pickles, and stir-fried some fragrant pickles. She then used the remaining oil from the pickles to fry a crispy egg for Su Fuzhu.

Although that group of people went to sleep, the aroma of the food could still be smelled.

The second after Song Xiuhe scooped out the porridge from the pot and served it on the table one portion at a time, all those who were taking a nap came out.

"Hurry up and eat, today's pickles are fried with oil!" Song Xiuhe's eyes were red and swollen, but she put on a smiling face: "I'll go and take this meal in for mom!"

It’s a pity that these people who were smelling the delicious food didn’t hear anything she said with a smile.

Even because Song Xiuhe usually had an invisible status in the Su family, this group of people turned a deaf ear to her after she said such a long sentence. Not only did her words not enter their ears, they even ignored her when they passed by her.

But Song Xiuhe, who had a broken brain, was not discouraged at all.

This group of people ignored her, and she just thought that her presence was too low in her daily life. She firmly believed that as long as she worked hard, there would be a place for her in this family.

She carried the meal into Old Lady Su's room, and before entering, she deliberately rubbed her eyes until they became redder.

She thought that if she looked like this, she would definitely earn more sympathy from Old Lady Su, who had just lost her second son.

Because she knew that the person in power in this family was her mother-in-law, Old Lady Su.

After setting up the kang table and placing the food on it one by one, Song Xiuhe only had to serve Old Lady Su her meal.

When Old Lady Su picked up the chopsticks and started eating, Song Xiuhe did not leave. Instead, she stood by the kang, staring at Old Lady Su with her pair of red eyes, making Old Lady Su feel creepy.

"What are you doing here?" The food was right at her mouth, but she couldn't eat it because Song Xiuhe was staring at her. The hungry Old Mrs. Su frowned and looked at Song Xiuhe.

Song Xiuhe tried hard to make her eyes tearful, hoping to gain Old Lady Su's sympathy and her affirmation that "even if the second son dies, your status in the family will not change."

But all Old Mrs. Su was thinking about was how to transfer her youngest son to the town. She had long forgotten the death of Su Xishan, her son to whom she had a little affection, but not so much.

Therefore, the look of Song Xiuhe's red and watery eyes seemed puzzling to her.

Seeing that Song Xiuhe hadn't spoken for a long time and still looked creepy, staring at her, Old Lady Su slammed the chopsticks on the tabletop:

"If you're not hungry, go to the backyard and clean the sheep pen and chicken pen. Don't stand here and get in my way! It's ruining my appetite!"

This is straight up touching.

Song Xiuhe burst into tears after hearing this.

But her broken brain didn't allow her to let the tears flow. When her eyes were already filled with tears, her broken brain affected her judgment again.

Her mother asked her to clean the sheep pen and chicken coop, which was an affirmation of her value in this family!

Why didn't mother let others clean the sheep pens and chicken coops, but only let her do it?

That's because mother believes in her ability and her position in this family!

The damage to her brain day after day made Song Xiuhe hold back her tears.

"Mom, I'll go clean the sheepfold and chicken coop right now. I'll make sure they're spotless and you'll be satisfied!"

Song Xiuhe's eyes were bright, and she said these words in a sonorous and powerful voice, then turned around and rushed to the backyard.

She walked very fast, as if she was afraid that someone would snatch the item from her.

Old Mrs. Su was shocked by her action.

Because of her big movements, the group of people who had not noticed her words just now now noticed him.

"What is the second son's wife doing?" Liu Cuixiang drank a mouthful of porridge with some fried pickles, looked at Song Xiuhe who was almost floating by with a puzzled look on her face, and nudged Zhang Chuncao who got a bite of fried egg from Su Fuzhu with her elbow and asked, "Isn't she hungry?"

Zhang Chuncao had just taken a bite of the fried egg, which was crispy on the outside, tender on the inside and fragrant and oily. He was feeling very happy, but Liu Cuixiang hit him so hard that his chopsticks almost flew out.

But she also saw Song Xiuhe almost floating past, so she didn't care about Liu Cuixiang's actions.

"Who knows! Maybe he was possessed by evil spirits!" Zhang Chuncao answered casually.

Today's pickles are fried with lard, which makes them particularly fragrant.

I don’t know what’s wrong with Song Xiuhe, the cook.

But such fragrant pickles fried with lard are rare in the Su family.

Zhang Chuncao doesn't care what Song Xiuhe is doing in the backyard!

All she cared about was that there was one less person competing with her for the fried pickles, so she could eat more oily food.

Zhang Chuncao moved his chopsticks very quickly, and Liu Cuixiang, who asked the question, also noticed it.

Now, she no longer cared what Song Xiuhe was doing in the backyard, but instead joined in the fight to grab food.

Next door to the Song family, 886 presented Song Rendong with the latest news about the Su family:

[Host, the Su family is going to split up, and Old Lady Su is planning to take Su Fuzhu and her family to live in town!]