Crossing the farm gate, the whole family reunites in the disaster year

Late summer afternoon.

The cicadas' chirping is like boiling water, rising and falling.

I didn’t cook at noon. Everyone had a big meat bun and their stomachs were full.

Lin lay on the kang for a while, but when she thought of those thrilling scenes, she couldn't sleep at all. She simply put on her shoes, got off the kang, and found something to do to divert her attention.

Soak the gauze in water and cover the soybeans with it to prepare for sprouting.

No matter how much you love eating wild vegetables every day, you will get tired of it. Now even your burps smell like mud.

Cui Chengliang came back dragging some thick wood.

I originally wanted to talk to the head of the village about the anti-theft issue, but unexpectedly everyone had the same idea and the head of the village had also finalized the rules, so there was naturally no need to talk about it anymore.

Although there is Dahei on guard in the village, we cannot put all our hopes elsewhere. We also need to improve our own security.

I simply went up the mountain to cut some wood and came back to reinforce the door.

The door of the east room was half open.

When Lin turned around, she saw Cui Chengliang in the yard. She didn't know how it happened, but Cui Chengliang also raised his head at this time.

Their eyes met.

Lin nodded lightly and stopped looking outside.

After spending these days together, she has confirmed that Cui Chengliang has no feelings for her original self.

Although she didn't know what happened to the couple, the way they were getting along now made her feel at ease.

As for why they didn't divorce, Lin thought it might be because of the child.

Thinking of the resentful look in Widow Qin's eyes, Lin secretly shook her head and felt sad for her.

Cui Chengliang's blood froze.

Lin's smile was like a light feather, tickling the tip of my heart.

He placed his hand on his chest. The copper hairpin he had bought yesterday was still in his hand, but how could he give it away?

Cui Chengliang worked for half the afternoon and made several triangular door stoppers and two smoothly polished door-pushing sticks.

I tried it under the upper door and it worked very well.

As long as you don't tear the door down completely, you won't be able to break it down in a short time just by banging on it. Once the door is broken, the noise it makes will attract people.

Cui Chengliang washed his face and saw Xiaoliu coming back jumping, and suddenly he had an idea.

"Xiaoliu, come here."

Xiaoliu walked over in confusion.

Cui Chengliang whispered, "Give this to your mother. If she asks, just say...your grandma gave it to you."

Xiaoliu patted his chest loudly: "Don't worry, Dad, I'm very tight-lipped."

Cui Chengliang patted his shoulder and watched him return to the east room.

When Xiaoliu got home, he went straight into the inner room to change his clothes. Since coming here, his mother stipulated that the first thing he should do when he gets home is to change his clothes.

Dirty clothes were scattered on the ground, and Cui Jingwen saw a flash of golden light in his pocket.

Putting down the pen: "What's in your pocket?"

Oh yes, I almost forgot!

Xiaoliu picked up the copper hairpin and handed it to Cui Jingwen as if he were presenting a treasure.

Cui Jingwen looked up and down and asked, "Where did this hairpin come from?"

Just as Xiaoliu was about to open his mouth, he remembered his father's instructions and immediately covered his mouth, muttering, "Dad won't let me say..."

Cui Jingwen's face was as black as the ink on the table. His adoptive father actually wanted to do something bad to his mother!

The books he copied were enough to support them, so they didn't need him to show any attention.

Even if my mother wants to find a stepfather, he will definitely not be an illiterate country bumpkin.

Xiaoliu tilted his head and looked at his elder brother. Cui Jingwen put away his hairpin with an expressionless face, and started to educate Xiaoliu in the manner of an elder brother.

"Xiao Liu, remember, we don't have a father, and we don't need one."

Xiaoliu opened his mouth slightly, but his mother also said that the man was his father.

Cui Jingwen patiently asked, "Do you still go hungry these days?"

Xiaoliu shook his head rapidly.

Not only was I not hungry, I was actually very full. I just saw bones stewing in the pot.

"That's it," Cui Jingwen threatened, "Only when the four of us live together can we have enough to eat. If that person moves in, we'll have to share half of our food with him."

"If you give away half of your bowl of rice, will you still be full?"

Xiaoliu's bright black eyes were filled with fear.

Not only is there not enough to eat, even Dahei is going hungry!

"He still doesn't agree to raise Dahui and Xiaohui." Cui Jingwen continued to add fuel to the fire.

Finally, Xiaoliu cried out "wow".

"Woo woo woo, I will never shout again, I was wrong waaaaaaaaa."

Cui Jingwen was satisfied.

"What happened? Who made our Xiaoliu cry?" Hearing the crying, Lin hurried in and hugged Xiaoliu with heartache.

Xiaoliu was crying breathlessly: "Brother...Brother said I..."

Lin patted his back lightly to help him calm down, and took the opportunity to glare at Cui Jingwen fiercely.

"You're already a grown man, yet you're still making a child cry. You're bullying the weak. How can you act like a brother?"

Cui Jingwen was stunned.

This naughty kid actually said it all!

"No, I didn't..."

Lin rolled her eyes and said, "I'm going to copy your book. I have a heart attack just listening to you talk."

After saying that, he walked away holding Xiaoliu.

Cui Jingwen was dumbfounded.

How can this be justified?

The spareribs in the pot were stewed until they were soft. Lin picked out the tenderest piece of spareribs in the middle for Xiaoliu, which made him laugh.

I also made some sweet and sour sauce and coated the ribs with the sweet and sour appetizing soup.

Lin had borrowed needles and thread from Yu to sew clothes before, and this time she went to the city to buy some more. Cui Zhaozhao was sent to return the needles and thread to Yu before dinner.

As soon as I got home, it felt like I had opened a cold storage room. My mother's face was so cold that it was almost frozen.

Cui Zhaozhao poked his elder brother cautiously.

"What's wrong, Mom?"

Cui Jingwen smiled bitterly and was about to speak when his mother interrupted him with a cold look.

"Zhao Zhao, just eat. Don't worry about him." Lin put a piece of pork ribs into her bowl.

Cui Zhaozhao suddenly realized that it seemed that his brother had made his mother angry.

She secretly gave her brother a look that said, "May the best be to you." She really was powerless in this matter.

There is an unwritten rule in her family: whoever tries to stop a fight will suffer.

In the past, whenever my eldest brother made my mother angry, it was my father who interceded for him under great pressure. Now that my father is gone, my eldest brother can only rely on himself.

As the saying goes, a man should be self-reliant.

What's the next sentence?

Cui Zhaozhao lowered his head in thought, but saw his elder brother slowly pull out a...

Bronze hairpin?!

Yellow stickers in front of the mirror???

!!!

Cui Jingwen turned his wrist, put the copper hairpin in his mother's hand in a flattering manner, and pretended to speak unintentionally.

"I bought it today when I went to the city. Take a look at it and see if you like it, Mom."

Xiaoliu was so shocked that the ribs in his hands dropped. This... this hairpin was clearly given by his father, no, that man.

Lin raised her eyebrows slightly.

While she was looking down at the hairpin, Cui Jingwen glared at Xiaoliu warningly.

Xiaoliu quickly covered his mouth.

My elder brother is well-educated, so what he did was definitely right.

Although the hairpin is made of copper, it is full of wildness, and the small plum blossom on it is also very delicate.

Lin's lips curled up, then pressed down again: "You are so thoughtful, let's eat."

Cui Jingwen let out a long sigh, picked up the ribs and ate them with relish.

Cui Zhaozhao asked doubtfully, "Brother, where did you get the money?"

Lin also realized something was wrong. The money for copying books was all taken by his daughter, so he should not have any money.

Cui Jingwen's hands trembled and he almost ate the food with bones and meat.

"Ahem." His mind raced. "Well, I was looking through the bookcase and found two coins hidden in the corner..."

Lin nodded thoughtfully and didn't ask any more questions.

Cui Zhaozhao always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't put his finger on it.