Lin smiled.

"There's a scar on Shilang's leg. I asked him about it but he wouldn't tell me. Do you know how he got it?"

Cui Laoer was almost confused. There was a scar on Xiaosi’s leg?

He doesn't remember this happening. There are so many children in the family, how could he remember it clearly?

Besides, every child in the village has his or her share of bumps and bruises.

Lin was hammering here and there, what on earth did he want to ask?

"I remember... I fell on some rocks and got a cut from a sharp corner. But Xiao Si has always been tough, so he's fine."

Lin asked three questions in a row, and after hearing Cui Laoer's answers, he finally sighed.

"Maybe you didn't look carefully last time. Jiro is almost taller than you."

"When Xiaoqi was little, he did have stomach problems. Erlang and his friends went to other people's fields, picked up unwanted wheat grains one by one, roasted them, ground them into powder, and fed them to Xiaoqi. He gradually recovered."

"The wound on Shilang's leg was caused by a sickle. It rained during the autumn harvest that year, and the sickle was swung too quickly, leaving a deep wound."

Lin's few casual words made Cui Laoer's face turn pale instantly.

"Is Erlang this tall now?" Cui Laoer murmured, "This... no one has ever told me these things."

Being cut by a sickle is no small matter. Someone in the village didn't receive proper treatment and almost lost his life. Later, when he recovered, his legs were still lame.

"They are very united and have a good relationship. You may not have noticed that although Erlang is a boy, he is very thoughtful."

Cui Laoer's nose felt sore for some reason: "Yes, Xiaoer is a good boy."

He recalled his interactions with the children over the years. Although Erlang didn't talk much, he always kept his head down and protected his younger brothers and sisters behind him.

"I owe them. Don't worry, sister-in-law. I will treat them well when they come home."

"I won't go out next year. I've already told my child's mother that she won't do that again. Once I save up some money, I'll ask someone to find a good wife for Erlang."

He has indeed neglected a lot over the years. From now on, he must treat the children well and make up for what he owes them.

"You misunderstood." Lin interrupted with a smile, "What I meant is that Erlang and his group's unity is limited to them, and does not include you two."

"Third sister-in-law, you..." This is too straightforward.

Cui Laoer felt bitter.

"When they needed you, you didn't stand up, and you missed out. I understand you want to make up for it, but the problem now is that they no longer need you."

Lin said it clearly, regardless of how ugly Cui Laoer's face was.

Erlang and his family now have land, and Silang can still earn money, so they are no longer dependent on their parents. It was only then that Cui Laoer jumped out and realized his debt to his children.

What did you do earlier?

Even the youngest Xiaoqi wouldn't agree.

Although what Lin said was very cruel, Cui Laoer always understood that the child no longer needed him, but he just didn't want to admit it.

"But, but I am their father after all. How can I not recognize my parents?"

"As a parent, being able to recognize your own problems is already better than many people. If Erlang and the others knew about your transformation, they would probably be very happy."

The sudden praise made Cui Laoer feel a little flattered, and he couldn't help but touch his ears.

"It's not as bad as you say. I really ignored them before."

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