The new book of the burning prairie star

Zhang was pulled back into the house by her husband. She was still very angry: "This bastard..." She looked up and saw Yang Biao was also in the room. She was stunned for a moment and then stopped scolding.

"Grandma, what did my aunt do to make you so angry and even hit someone?" Although Zhang would curse people normally, it was rare for her to hit someone. Yang Biao was very curious about what Wang had done to be beaten so badly by grandma.

"Why do you care about adults' affairs, kid?" Zhang's eyes were a little evasive, hoping that Yang Biao would focus on his studies and didn't want him to know about these troubles. Seeing Zhang's expression, Yang Biao felt that Wang's beating today was related to him.

"Okay, okay, it's very late. Brother Biao, go to bed early. Grandpa is tired too." Yang Lin saw that Yang Dashan looked tired and nodded: "Grandpa and grandma, you guys take a rest then." He took the clothes that Zhang was mending, put them on the small cabinet beside the bed, and left.

"Old man, it costs money to get our two eldest grandsons married, and it also costs money to build a house. We only have so much money. Brother Biao will take the examination for the scholar next year, which will be another not small expense. What should we do?" Zhang was annoyed as she watched Yang Biao walking out of the house.

"Let's just borrow some money to build a few more houses in the yard, and first solve the problem of the new house for Zi'an and his brother to get married. As for Biao's college entrance examination, we can talk about it later." Yang Dashan filled his pipe with tobacco, lit the cigarette under the oil lamp, and took a deep puff. The sparks in the tobacco flickered, and the smoke came out of his mouth when he opened it slightly. The smoke lingered on his face. He took another puff and exhaled slowly, suddenly feeling confused.

"Are you dead? Your mother beat me so much, and you didn't even go forward to protect me. I followed you through hardships for so many years, and gave birth to children for you, but you didn't care about me at all. Oh my God... Oh my God... My life is so miserable!" Wang looked up to the sky, covered her face with her hands, and wailed loudly.

"Mother, mother, let's go back to the house and talk first." The two daughters took Wang's arms and went to the east room. The two sons followed with Yang Lidi's shoulders.

"Mom was a little hasty in what she did today," Meihua commented after listening to Yang Lidi telling the children the whole story.

"You silly girl, why are you so anxious?" Wang asked unhappily.

"Although my second uncle also has two sons, our eldest brother is the eldest son and grandson. In grandpa's heart, he has a very important position, which the Yang Biao brothers can never compare to." Meihua reminded Wang.

"Really? How come I didn't see it? Are you fooling me, girl?" Wang didn't believe it.

"Grandpa treats me and my sister better than Xiaohua. Take the cakes the headman gave me yesterday, for example. Xiaohua has been at home for a long time, but Grandpa didn't give her any. He kept them for us to come home after learning embroidery, and then secretly gave them to me. Think about it, Mom. For so many years, Grandpa has always taken care of us first and always thought of us two sisters when there is something delicious."

"Well, hearing what you said..." Wang fell into deep thought.

"Don't worry about this, mother. Let's just wait and see. Grandpa won't let us suffer any loss." Yang Meihua said confidently, and then changed the subject: "What kind of sister-in-law does big brother want?"

Yang Zian blushed: "I haven't thought about it yet..."

"I know, I know," Yang Ping'an said with an expression of insight: "Brother, I don't care about the girl's height, weight or body shape, as long as her face is pretty!" Yang Zi'an quickly stepped forward and covered his brother's mouth to prevent him from continuing to reveal the secret.

"Good-looking? Did we see any good-looking women when we went to Changping Village where my uncle lives last time?" Yang Chunhua asked her sister.

"I didn't notice. When you are free, you can go to your eldest aunt's house to visit and help your eldest and second brothers to see if there are any good-looking things in the village. It's not far from us anyway." Yang Meihua winked at Wang.

"Meihua, what's wrong with your eyes?" Yang Ping'an imitated his sister's actions, and was slapped on the back by Yang Li: "Dad, it hurts." Yang Ping'an's face was twisted by the pain, and he looked at his father with resentment.

"Find a job for my elder brother. Don't take me with you. When the rice in the fields is harvested, I will go to the town to find a job to earn a dowry for my sister. Together with the money for my elder brother's wedding, hehe, this is not a big deal!"

"You earn a dowry for me? Thank you very much. With your limited ability, I am afraid that I will have to wait for you to earn enough dowry for me before I can get married. Even if you save up until you are my current age, it may not be enough."

"You little girl, you really look down on me. I will give the money I earn to everyone but you!" Yang Ping'an was a little annoyed.

"Yang Biao is almost done copying the book, right? It's only been a few days, and he's going to get several hundred coins again. Why don't you two brothers study hard? At the very least, you can pass the examination and be exempted from the tax on 50 acres of land." Wang felt uncomfortable when she thought of this.

"Tsk tsk tsk... Yang Biao, that kid, is so slow at harvesting rice. No wonder people say that scholars are good for nothing!" Yang Ping'an sneered.

"Hey, you are very strong. You only earn twenty cents for carrying bags at the dock all day. Look at Yang Biao. Why is he not my real brother?" Yang Meihua pulled her sister, and they both looked regretful.

"You little bitch, are you trying to piss me off on purpose?" Yang Ping'an looked at his sister. He couldn't hit her, and he couldn't talk her out of it either. He felt very aggrieved.

"It's late at night and we still have to work in the fields tomorrow. Go to bed early." Yang Zian is worthy of being the eldest son. His words still carry weight. After hearing this, everyone went to rest.

"What are you thinking about?" Yang Biao was not copying, but resting the brush on his chin. When he heard Zhang's voice, he turned around and smiled at her: "Nothing, I'm just tired from writing, take a break." "Don't be too tired, take a rest when you feel tired." Zhang looked at her son with heartache, took a piece of cake in her hand and put it to Yang Biao's mouth. Yang Biao swallowed it in one bite: "It's so sweet, when did mother buy it?" "It's noon today. Xiaohua saw the two sisters Meihua eating cakes yesterday and clamored for some. So mother went to Changping Village to buy them during her lunch break."

"Sister Meihua has cakes, won't they share them with Xiaohua?" Yang Biao was a little unhappy: If that's the case, it would be better to split up the family and let each eat their own food. I usually don't pay much attention to these things. I would take out some of the money I earned from copying books every now and then to buy some meat and vegetables for the whole family.

"They are just children, so if they don't want to share, then don't share. If they want to eat, just buy it and eat it yourself. Don't worry about others'." Although little Zhang was not very happy, she still felt that the child could not have any bad intentions. He was just greedy and didn't want to share.

Yang Biao nodded and took out two hundred yuan from under the desk. "Mom, keep these. Buy Xiaohua whatever she wants to eat."

"I haven't spent all the money I gave you last time." Xiao Zhang didn't take it.

"It's okay, keep it." Then he put the money in Xiao Zhang's hand and said, "By the way, why did grandma hit my aunt?"