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Dashan's wife came out from the kitchen in a hurry: "What's wrong, Pan Di?"

Zhang Pandi threw herself into her mother's arms and cried, "Song Erya bullied me."

"Why do you go to play with her again?" Dashan's wife said helplessly.

"But Hehua and the others all like to play with her." Zhang Pandi twisted her handkerchief, "I hate her so much."

She suddenly said, "Mom, I want silk flowers too. Please buy them for me."

"Song Erya's elder brother even bought her silk flowers." Zhang Pandi felt sadder and sadder when she thought of the beautiful silk flowers that Erya showed off.

She cried loudly in her mother's arms: "I want silk flowers too, please buy them for me!"

Unexpectedly, Dashan's wife covered her mouth nervously and said, "Speak softly, speak softly."

"It's so noisy!" A man's rough curse was heard in the room.

Zhang Pandi's shoulders shrank, his eyes full of fear. Why was his father at home? Shouldn't he be in the fields at this time?

After returning from the Song family in disgrace a few days ago, Zhang Dashan has been staying at home under the pretext of recuperating from his injuries. In fact, he did not dare to go out because he was afraid of being laughed at by others.

Only after the wound on his face had finally healed a little did Zhang Dashan pick up his hoe and go to the fields.

But some gossiper spread the news that he fell into the pit that night.

As soon as he arrived at the field, someone came to ask if it was true.

Zhang Dashan was embarrassed to death.

He was a man who cared a lot about his reputation and certainly didn't want the whole village to know that he had fallen into a cesspool.

He thought about it and decided that it must be the wife from Quanzi's family next door who told others about it. Their two families lived close to each other, and they could hear everything that happened that night clearly.

Zhang Dashan immediately said in shame and anger: "No!"

"Oh, is that so?" The other person said with a smile, but his expression clearly showed that he did not believe it.

Zhang Dashan's face suddenly darkened, and it looked even stinkier than the day he ate feces.

He no longer paid attention to the people around him and bent down to hoe the ground. However, he would feel uncomfortable if someone looked at him for even a second.

Although the others did not look at him strangely, Zhang Dashan felt that they were laughing at him.

Zhang Dashan finally couldn't bear it anymore, threw down his hoe, and went home angrily.

As soon as I get home, I lock myself in the room.

When Zhang Dashan heard the words "Brother Song Erya" from Zhang Pandi's mouth, his anger suddenly flared up.

He rushed out of the house, grabbed Zhang Pandi, raised his hand and slapped her in the face.

He looked ferocious: "You are such a loser, yet you still want to buy silk flowers? Why didn't I sell you out in the first place?"

The slap landed heavily on her face. With a "pop" sound, Zhang Pandi's left cheek suddenly became red and swollen.

Zhang Pandi covered her left cheek with her hands, her lips trembling, tears streaming down her face, she was too scared to cry out loud.

Dashan’s wife hugged Zhang Pandi and said, “If you have something to say, just talk it over nicely. Why are you hitting the child?”

"It's because of you, a bitch. You can't even give birth to a son. If I could give birth to a son, I wouldn't want to adopt Erlin of the Song family." Zhang Dashan said hatefully.

Dashan's mother saw her son throwing down his hoe and running away angrily in the field. She thought something had happened, so she quickly picked up the hoe and chased after him. She heard these words when she got home.

She pushed the door open and came in, yelling, "I shouldn't have let you marry her in the first place. I would divorce her right away and marry someone who can give birth to a child."

Zhang Dashan scratched his hair and said irritably, "I would like to marry another one, but where would I get the money?"

His father fell ill a few years ago, and the family savings were emptied out in order to pay for his treatment.

"It's all the fault of that old village chief. If it weren't for him, my father wouldn't have died so early."

When the village chief was a child, he fell into a river. It was Zhang Dashan’s father who braved the severe cold to rescue him from the river, but he also suffered from a chronic illness as a result.

A few years ago, Dashan's father fell seriously ill and passed away.

Before he died, he asked the village chief to take care of him and his mother.

Considering the life-saving grace he received in his childhood, the village chief agreed.

Zhang Dashan got angry when he thought of this. The old village chief must have been bribed by Song Dashu.

Dashan's mother also complained: "Why did you pull me away that day?"

"If I don't leave now, I'm afraid Song Dashu will really report to the police," said Zhang Dashan.

"Just report it to the police. Who's afraid of who?" Dashan's mother obviously didn't know that Zhang Dashan had gone to the Song family to steal sheep that night, so she didn't take it seriously.

"Okay, Mom, stop talking." Zhang Dashan was very impatient.

Dashan's mother shut up awkwardly. Then she looked at the mother and daughter hugging and crying together and she became furious: "Why are you crying? Damn it! You have ruined our family by crying. It's really unlucky."

The sharp and piercing voice made Zhang Dashan even more agitated. He gritted his teeth and said, "Song, Da, Shu."

I will never let you have it easy.

"Ah~" Song Yan felt her nose itchy and couldn't help but sneeze.

Someone must be scolding me.

He looked up at the sky and saw a few dark clouds floating towards this side in the distance. He guessed that it might rain tonight.

"Erlin!" he shouted into the house, "It might rain tonight, come quickly and help put the things away."

There are bamboo shoots and mushrooms drying outside, as well as a basket of mugwort that Aunt Niu brought yesterday.

She overheard Song Yan complaining about the many mosquitoes at night. There happened to be some dried mugwort left at home from the previous year, so she sent it to her.

Song Yan planned to make some moxa sticks and light them in the house at night to repel mosquitoes.

There are many mosquitoes in spring, and they are poisonous. Every morning, I can see that Yaya's fair and tender face is bitten by several lumps.

The little guy can't speak. When his face itches, he looks at you with tears in his eyes. He looks so pitiful.

The sun was shining brightly a few days ago, and the bamboo shoots and mushrooms were all dried thoroughly. They were then put directly into cloth bags and then stored in jars. In order to prevent moisture from raining, a heavy sandbag was also placed on the jar.

Sure enough, in the evening, as soon as Erya came back, it started to drizzle.

When she came back, she saw her second brother sitting by the window reading a medical book, while her eldest brother was pounding something with a mortar.

She thought her elder brother was making something delicious again, so she leaned over to look. As a result, the smell of moxa wafting in the air irritated her nasal cavity and she sneezed violently.

The little guy who was sleeping soundly in her arms was frightened, clenched his fists and started crying.

Erya gave a dry laugh, then patted her little sister on the back and carried her back into the house.

After putting Yaya on the bed, Erya stretched her sore arms.

Ever since my little sister started drinking goat's milk, she has gained a lot of weight. I can hardly hold her.

Seeing that her younger sister showed no signs of waking up, Erya tiptoed out and approached Erlin, who was sitting by the window reading a book: "Second brother, what is the eldest brother doing?"

Erlin still stared at the medical book and said without looking up: "Make moxa sticks to drive away mosquitoes."

Erya couldn't help but feel disappointed. It turned out that it wasn't for cooking.

Erlin lowered his head to read a book and said, "Aunt Niu has made the clothes for you."

"Really? Where are they? Let me see!" Erya was so excited that she almost jumped up. She turned around and finally saw the clothes in the bamboo basket.

She picked up her clothes, walked briskly into the house and closed the door.

Soon, she came out in a new outfit and turned around in front of Erlin, her little face almost blooming with smiles: "Brother, look, isn't it beautiful?"

Erlin looked up at her and said, "Yeah, it looks good."

Erya suddenly felt bored and ran to Song Yan again, "Big Brother."

Song Yan stopped pounding the wormwood and praised generously: "Oh, where did this little beauty come from? She is so pretty. Hey, isn't this our Erya?"

Erya was still a little girl after all. Her face flushed when he praised her. She said shyly, "Big Brother!"

What a smooth talker.

Song Yan looked at him and said, "This hemp and ramie dress is still not worthy of you. When I have money in the future, I will change it into silk and satin for you."

Silks and satins, being able to wear linen and hemp clothes is enough to make her happy. If she could really wear silks and satins like the wife and daughter of Mr. Huang, Erya feels that she would laugh out loud in her dreams.

However, wearing silk and satin was too far-fetched for her, and Arya obviously didn't take it seriously.

She opened her bright eyes and said sincerely, "Thank you, brother."

Song Yan raised his hand and patted her little head: "I am your elder brother, thank you so much, it's too formal."

He looked at Arya's little face.

Not to mention, these days, he has been taking good care of her with good food and drink, and Erya's face has finally gained some flesh, her skin has become whiter, and her beautiful facial features are gradually revealing. She is no longer the pale and skinny girl he initially saw.

Erya lowered her eyes uncomfortably. She had said a lot of bad things about her eldest brother before and even hit him on the head.

But my brother didn't blame her.

Besides, my brother’s cooking is delicious.

Thinking of food, Erya's mouth began to drool. She licked her lips and asked tentatively, "Brother, what shall we eat tonight?"

Song Yan's hand that was pounding the moxa suddenly stopped.

He has been busy these past two days and hasn't cooked much, so he just made some wild vegetable and egg soup.

Song Yan thought for a moment and said, "Let's eat fried bacon with garlic sprouts tonight. Tomorrow we'll pick some fresh mugwort leaves and make green rice dumplings."

After saying that, he was stunned for a moment. It’s already the season for eating green rice dumplings.

Calculating the time, it’s almost Qingming Festival, and it’s time to burn incense for their parents.