After four years of marriage, the military officer husband came back

As soon as these words were shouted out, all the aunts standing by fell silent, and everyone focused their eyes on Niu Xianhua.

Niu Xianhua, who was slapped in the face in public, immediately had a complicated expression, filled with jealousy, shame and anger.

When Xia Qingning heard the shouting, she walked out of the yard. When she turned around, she saw a group of women watching and Uncle Li who came in a hurry.

"Qingning, quickly ask your mother to come out and move things." Uncle Li looked at Xia Qingning and urged.

"Uncle, my mother is not at home. I'll go move." Xia Qingning said as she was about to go out.

"They are all several dozen kilograms. You have been in poor health since childhood. How can you move them with your thin arms and legs?" Uncle Li stopped them hurriedly. After saying that, he suddenly looked at the women standing aside and asked with a smile:

"Are you all free? Why don't you come out and lend a hand and help move it?"

Niu Xianhua had just been slapped in the face, and now she was asked to help her mortal enemy move things. She was so angry that her face sank and she asked unhappily:

"Which eye of yours saw that we were idle?"

"I'll go, I'll go." Aunt Jinhua, who was standing by, came out hurriedly.

When the other aunts saw her go, they thought that since they were from the same village, it would be easy for them to lend a hand, so they went too.

Only Niu Xianhua was left standing there awkwardly, not knowing whether to leave or stay.

After a while, everyone came into the yard carrying large and small bags.

Pork, eggs, oil, rice, noodles, sugar... the yard was almost filled up.

The last aunt to come in, whether intentionally or unintentionally, put down the oil in her hand and said to Niu Xianhua:

"Flowers, these things sent by Xia's son-in-law are really more precious than the potatoes and sweet potatoes sent by your daughter."

Niu Xianhua was choked and speechless for a moment. It took her a long time before she spoke:

"Isn't it just some rice and flour? It's nothing big to send it once in three years."

These words happened to be heard by Xia Qingning who was turning around to go back to the house. She didn't say anything and continued to go into the house. When she came out again, she was holding a bag in her hand.

Seeing Xia Qingning coming out, with her fair and pretty face, wearing a light blue top and a new and beautiful skirt, an auntie couldn't help but praise:

"This Qingning girl is pretty and well-dressed. You can't buy her clothes and skirts at the market here."

Niu Xianhua glanced at Xia Qingning and saw that she was indeed dressed beautifully. She felt jealous in her heart, but she couldn't help but belittled her:

"She is well-dressed, but I don't see her buying anything for her mother and brother. Look at what Guo Yumei and her two sons wear. The patches on their clothes are all tied up in a ball. If you give them a stick, they can just go begging."

Xia Qingning, who was walking over, heard this again. She still didn't say anything and started to give candies to the aunts who had just helped. As she did so, she said:

"Thank you for your help today. Thank you for taking care of my family. Please take better care of me in the future."

The colorful fruit candies, wrapped in plastic wrappers, made a crisp and pleasant sound when touched. Xia Qingning was very generous and gave everyone a handful. When she got to the last Niu Xianhua, she looked at the bag and said apologetically:

"I'm sorry, Auntie Flowers, we're out of candy. I'll get you more next time I come back."

Niu Xianhua had stretched out her hand to receive the candy, but when she heard Xia Qingning say this, she could only withdraw her hand in disappointment.

At this time, Xia Qingning looked at the woman beside her and said:

"Aunt, I remember you used to make clothes for others, right?"

"Yes, we're still doing it now." The woman said as she put the candy into her bag.

"I was afraid that the clothes I bought wouldn't fit, so I bought some cloth. Can you please help my mom and my brother make a few pieces? I'll pay you for the work."

"Okay, okay." The woman nodded in agreement.

At that time, most people in the countryside wore "re-spun cloth", which was made by tearing up old cloth and then weaving it again. The texture of the cloth was very rough.

Looking at the cloth that Xia Qingning took out of the bag, the aunt's eyes lit up and she praised:

"This cotton cloth looks really good and feels really soft. It's really good stuff." Then he turned to look at Niu Xianhua:

"Flowers, you touch them too."

Niu Xianhua was completely embarrassed now, how could she have the nerve to touch him. What could she say if he touched her? Was it more comfortable than the fabric of her own clothes?

Not wanting to stay here and continue to be stimulated, Niu Xianhua said that she had something to do at home and walked back dejectedly.

After the things were moved, everyone got some candy, and when they realized that everything was fine, they went home happily.

At that time, Guo Yumei was walking home with her youngest son Xia Qingcao. The boy was about twelve or thirteen years old, carrying a large back of grass, which bent his small body. Guo Yumei asked him several times that she would carry it, but the boy stubbornly refused.

Guo Yumei had no choice but to follow her son, saying as she walked:

"Aren't you looking forward to your sister coming back every day? Now that she's back, why are you still upset?"

"Who's looking forward to her coming back?" The little boy looked very angry and spoke in a stiff tone:

"She doesn't want us anymore, so I don't want her."

Guo Yumei knew her son was saying one thing and thinking another, so she smiled and exposed his true colors:

"You're still being stubborn. You were raised by your sister and have been dependent on her since you were a child. When she left last time, you were the one crying secretly under the quilt."

"Anyway, it's not me." Xia Qingcao said in a sonorous and powerful voice, deliberately quickening his pace, obviously not wanting to listen to Guo Yumei continue.

Guo Yumei also quickened her pace to catch up with her son and tried to comfort him:

"It's not easy for your sister to live in the city. She has us in her heart..."

"It's not easy to come back." Xia Qingcao interrupted Guo Yumei and said loudly.

Seeing that she couldn't convince her son no matter what he did, and that he was still yelling at her, Guo Yumei became unhappy and raised her voice and asked:

"What are you coming back for? To starve to death? Or are you going to support her?"

"I'll raise it!" the boy said unconvinced. Although he was still trying to be strong, his momentum was obviously much weaker.

The half-grown child's cheeks were puffed up because he was angry, which made him look even cuter.

Guo Yumei looked at her son and suddenly burst out laughing:

"Just now you said you didn't miss her and didn't hope for her, but now you say you want to support her. Aren't you being inconsistent?"

Xia Qingcao was very unhappy when her disguise was exposed. She ignored everyone and strode forward with the grass on her back.

The two finally returned home. Xia Qingning came out to greet them. Looking at the boy in front of her, she saw that he was barefoot, with mud on his rolled-up trouser legs, his face was tanned red by the sun, and he was carrying a large back of grass on his back. His small body was bent very hard, as if he would fall down in the next second due to the weight of the weight.

Somehow, Xia Qingning suddenly felt distressed and called out his name:

"grass."

Then he walked over and wanted to help him catch the backpack.

But the boy deliberately avoided her hand, didn't answer, and didn't look at her. He walked to the side, put down the backpack, and started feeding the rabbits in the cage.

"This child." Guo Yumei wanted to continue to ease the relationship between the two and said:

"Qingcao, come in quickly, your sister has left some fried eggs for you." After saying that, she was about to go into the house, but when she turned around, she found that there were a lot of new things in the yard, including rice, flour, and oil.

Just when he was about to ask Xia Qingning what was going on, he saw Lu Jingzhe and Xia Qingshu walk in. Lu Jingzhe was holding a bag of flour in his hand. Recalling that he had just asked his son if he had a car, he understood that all these things were bought by him.

Xia Qingning, who was standing nearby, looked at Xia Qingshu who was walking in, and then she realized that his walking posture was not right, so she hurriedly asked Guo Yumei:

"I remember that my right foot was injured, how come my left foot is also…"

Xia Qingcao, who was standing by, had originally calmed down, but after hearing this, he suddenly became even more angry and started yelling at Xia Qingning:

"How dare you ask? It's all because of you!"