Farmhouse Green Plum

Li pointed at Song Yuan and said to Daya, "Did you hear that? Your brother knows that you raised him and wants to speak up for you. What about you? You are worse than your brother. You are getting more and more ignorant as you grow older."

Daya pursed her lips and said, "Song Tian and the others can eat eggs every day, so of course they can share them readily. Why don't you let them eat eggs only once a year? And..."

She glanced at Yang and swallowed the rest of her words. Every year when Song Tian and Song Yuan were distributed to Yang, Yang would not eat it in the end.

She would say: "I am content with your filial piety. You are still young and growing up. Eat the duck eggs by yourselves. When you grow up, you can show your filial piety to me."

But when she gave it to Yang, Yang would refuse it for a while, then take it and praise her: "You are so sensible, it's not in vain to raise you."

Then, she once again talked about the hardship of becoming a mother for the first time and having to breastfeed two children at the same time.

As soon as she finished speaking, Yang's expression changed immediately and she asked sternly, "How can Tianwa eat every day? It's just that Yuanwa is small and my milk was insufficient when he was born. His foundation is weak, so he only eats one egg every day to supplement it.

There are three eggs on the dinner table every day. How could your second uncle, grandma and Yuanwa have extra eggs for Tianwa?

No matter how greedy you are, you can't just talk nonsense. Tianwa has been the same as you since he was a child. How could you let him eat an extra bite?"

Daya sneered, "Second Aunt, why don't you ask Song Tian where he throws the eggshells after eating?"

Yang paused, turned to look at Song Tian, feeling a little uneasy.

Sure enough, the next moment, Daya said, "Everyone throws them into the woodshed. Even if I am blind, I can't ignore it."

Yang couldn't believe it. If it wasn't the wrong occasion, she would have grabbed Song Tian and beat him up. No matter how stupid one is, there is a limit. She had to throw him into the woodshed instead of anywhere else.

What's the difference between having Daya go in and out there every day and having her do it right under her nose?

She opened her mouth, but for a moment she didn't know how to refute. If she pretended not to know, her son would be branded as a thief; if she admitted that she knew, it would contradict what she had said before.

Li suddenly got furious: "You are so old, and you quarreled over a bite of food. Aren't you afraid of being laughed at if you tell others about it?"

She stood up and slammed her duck egg in front of Daya: "Take it and eat it, take it and eat it! I'll give you mine too! After you finish eating, don't act so pitiful in front of me, as if you are being treated harshly at home!"

Then, she turned around and walked away with the baking basket, cursing as she walked: "Eat, eat, eat. All you do all day is eat. You'll eat yourself to death, you short-lived child..."

Daya looked at the duck egg with a broken bottom standing steadily on the table. Her vision became blurred. Her heart, which had been warmed by Li's scolding of Aunt Liu San, the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, two days ago, cooled down again.

She was clearly right and had won the argument, but grandma refused to listen to her explanation and was determined that she was wrong.

Since he couldn't convince her with reason, he had to force her in this way to help Second Aunt make the final decision.

"Look how angry your grandma is. She can't even eat." Uncle Song glared at Daya, then stood up and chased after her. "Mom, why are you arguing with a child like her? It's winter now. Eat your meal first to keep warm..."

Daya's tears fell. She just wanted to eat a whole duck egg, why did it seem like she was breaking the law of heaven?

He always told her how good he was to her and how difficult it was to raise her, but he didn't allow her to eat a whole duck egg.

Not long after, Uncle Song returned to the main room, but Li had not returned.

He sighed heavily and said to everyone, "Let's eat first. Mother can't eat right now and has fallen asleep again."

Then he said to Daya who was crying uncontrollably, "You made your grandma so angry and you feel wronged. Come on, stop crying. Put your grandma's rice in the pot to warm it up. When she wakes up, heat it up and send it over. Admit your mistake and it will be over."

Daya tightly held the bitten duck egg in her hand. She was not wrong and she didn't want to admit it.

She wiped her tears, stuffed the whole duck egg into her mouth, and chewed it hard, as if she wanted to chew up all the grievances, unwillingness, and sadness.

Uncle Song was shocked, and Yang was also stunned. They couldn't believe that under such circumstances, she dared to eat the egg!

Is this still Daya?

At this moment, the couple felt that Daya in front of them was a little strange. They suspected that she was possessed by some dirty thing and was completely different from the Daya they knew.

After eating her own duck eggs, Daya picked up the duck eggs that Li had put on the table.

Now, not only Uncle Song and his wife, but even Song Yuan, who followed Daya every day, was very shocked by her changes.

Daya held Li's duck egg in her hand. She really wanted to eat this egg as well, but she knew very well that if she did so, Li would be even angrier. Her crime would not only be that of being unfilial to her second aunt Yang, but also of being unrepentant and deliberately irritating her grandmother.

No matter whether she was right or not, as long as Li had made up her mind, she had to admit her mistake. If she didn't, the matter would not be resolved.

She stretched out her other hand, picked up Li's bowl, turned and walked out of the main room and went to the bedroom.

She pushed the door open and came to the bedside. She knelt down and handed the rice bowl and duck eggs to her. "Grandma, I was wrong. Don't be angry. Get up and eat."

Although she had prepared herself mentally, when she said this, her tears still rolled down uncontrollably like beads from a broken string, and she couldn't stop them.

Li turned his back to her and did not answer.

Daya bit her lower lip tightly, trying her best to hold back her tears, and said again: "I was wrong, I admit my mistake..."

After admitting her mistakes several times, Li finally turned over and sat up, hugged the worn quilt, and asked sternly, "What's wrong?"

"I shouldn't have talked back to you, I shouldn't have made you angry, I shouldn't have been disrespectful to Second Aunt, I shouldn't have been disobedient, I shouldn't have been ignorant..." Daya said almost numbly, but her heart was getting more and more painful.

Li's expression eased a little, and she took the rice bowl and duck eggs, put them on the cabinet beside the bed, and said earnestly: "It's not that I, as a grandmother, am not partial to you. At my age, I don't know if I can wake up tomorrow when I fall asleep at night. How many more years can I protect you?

When I am gone one day, your marriage will be in the hands of your second aunt. Even if she arranges a marriage for you with an old widower, others will at most curse her for being cruel behind her back. What will you do then?"

Daya bit her lip and did not answer. She did not agree with Li's so-called advice from the bottom of her heart. Xiaohua was a living example.

She was obedient to her parents and was extremely filial. However, when Aunt Liu and his wife decided to sell her, all this was of no use. Her obedience even became a bargaining chip for Aunt Liu to raise the price to the human traffickers.

Relying on the kindness of others for her own future is too vague and powerless. She doesn't want to go down this path.

But she couldn't tell these to Li, because Li wouldn't listen.

Moreover, she couldn't tell how much of Li's words were true and how much were false, and how much were truly for her own good. She also didn't want to extract any bits of good from them to comfort herself that although she was an orphan, there were still people who loved her.

Daya lowered her head and listened silently.