The seven emotions and six desires are all my nourishment

Hongyu learned to read, make clothes, and do simple embroidery from Qin's mother.

Over the years, it was not easy for her as a young girl to save money on her own. Most of the money was earned by selling mountain products and occasionally helping educated youth to sew and make clothes.

Hongyu used different buckets to fetch water and pour it into the tub. Her hair was indeed a bit of a hindrance and affected her vision.

She took off her braids, gathered her hair together and tied it into a high ponytail with a hairband, looking much neater.

As she was struggling to carry the water and pour it into the jar, her hands suddenly felt lighter.

Zhang Wenhua clearly wanted to help, but he was too mean to talk. "You can't even do any work properly. Get out of the way, I'll do it!"

He fell in with a splash, thinking that he must look very heroic now. He looked down and saw a small, delicate, white face with ruby-colored fur and sparkling peach blossom eyes staring at him.

The roots of his ears turned red, but Hongyu was stared at by him, so she immediately grabbed a handful of hair to cover the birthmark.

The crying voice rang out, "I don't need you to care about me! Go away! Get out!" The voice was so soft and fierce that Zhang Wenhua suddenly felt at a loss.

"You..." He couldn't say the words of apology. He wanted to say that your birthmark is not ugly, I was wrong, but he couldn't say it.

Hongyu's hair was messy. After covering up her birthmark, she seemed to have gained courage. She wiped away her tears and said, "I saved you just for the sake of convenience. You've helped me many times. We're even now! Don't come here again!"

The voice was soft, but sounded harsh, and every word stabbed into the boy's heart like a knife.

Zhang Wenhua stood there stubbornly, not moving even though Hongyu pushed him.

Song Hongjun was woken up and heard his sister crying. He rushed out of the house without wearing shoes. Seeing Zhang Wenhua being pushed by his sister, he rushed over and bit him!

"Hiss!" Zhang Wenhua subconsciously wanted to push him. As soon as he raised his hand, Hongyu hugged Hongjun and held her head, looking very scared.

Zhang Wenhua was in a panic. Hongjun emerged from Hongyu's arms and glared at him fiercely, "Don't bully my sister! Otherwise, I'll beat you to death!"

Zhang Wenhua opened his mouth but said nothing. Looking at the brother and sister who were afraid of him, it was the first time in his life that he regretted bullying others.

He turned around silently, poured the mud and broken straw in the basket into the yard, pressed water into it, stirred it, and started to make mud molds by pounding it.

The young Red Army soldier was a little confused when he saw that he was working for an inexplicable reason and didn't say anything bad.

Song Hongyu couldn't drive him away, so she pursed her lips and pulled the little Red Army soldier away to find Aunt Zhang.

"Auntie." She didn't go in, but just shouted at the door.

"Hey! Hongyu is here, come in quickly, I just picked some tomatoes, wash them and eat them." Aunt Zhang took a bamboo basket and picked tomatoes from her private plot. When she heard someone calling her, she stuck her head out and warmly welcomed Hongyu.

Song Hongyu waved her hand, "No need, auntie, I have something to talk to you about."

"What's the matter? I'll be there right away." He grabbed a few eggplants and a handful of peppers and came out.

"Come in and have a drink of water!" As she said that, she pulled Song Hongyu into the yard, and Song Hongjun followed her in.

Aunt Zhang wanted to wash the tomatoes, but Song Hongyu stopped her and said, "No, we won't eat them. The thing is, I saved Zhang Wenhua just for the sake of convenience. I'm sure anyone else would have done the same."

"Zhang Wenhua helped me with a lot of work later. I feel bad about it and hope Zhang Wenhua will stop helping me with work." If Song Hongyu hadn't lowered her head and looked unhappy, Aunt Zhang would have believed it.

Now she thought Wenhua was bullying her again. After all, with his grandson's behavior, he couldn't even sweep his own yard, so how could he help Wenhua with work?

Besides, Wenhua came in this state, she was very suspicious, and her tone was a little unpleasant, "Did Wenhua bully you again? This brat, I'll beat him to death!"

She slapped her thigh and stood up. Hongyu held her hand and said, "He didn't bully me. He's making clay figures in my yard right now. Please call him back. It won't look good if others see him."

Aunt Zhang was stunned. He could make clay figurines? Working at Hongyu's house? Was it Xiaohua?

The little Red Army soldier said, "Aunt Zhang, you go. He won't leave no matter what we say."

Aunt Zhang frowned, unable to understand.

She took the freshly picked vegetables, poured half of them into a small basket and said, "Let's go!" She still thought Wenhua was bullying her.

He looked aggressive, as if he was going to fight someone.

But when he got there, he was really dumbfounded. His lazy grandson was actually squatting on the ground and throwing clay bricks.

"What are you doing?" Aunt Zhang approached and asked suddenly. Zhang Wenhua's hand trembled and the clay block fell to the ground and tilted.

"Grandma, why are you here?" He felt a little uncomfortable. When he stood up, he saw Hongyu Hongjun right behind him and understood.

"I don't believe what Hongyu said. You have this skill? What are you doing?" Aunt Zhang is in a complicated mood now.

"...I see that Hongyu's pigpen is about to collapse, so I'll make some mud bricks for her to reinforce it." Zhang Wenhua scratched his face uncomfortably.

"No, thank you. You and Aunt Zhang can go home. You don't need to come here again." Song Hongyu said.

Aunt Zhang didn't understand, but it was clear that Hongyu didn't like him. She put down the basket and said, "Hongyu, don't be angry. Eat these vegetables first, and then go to my house to pick more."

"I'll take Wenhua home." He kicked his grandson and said, "Let's go! Go home!"

Zhang Wenhua left, and he felt a little sad, not knowing how to describe it.

Song Hongyu and the little Red Army soldier breathed a sigh of relief. The vegetables were taken out, and the Red Army soldier volunteered to deliver the basket of vegetables and came back quickly, all while running around in a sweat.

Song Hongyu thought that since she had everything, she might as well use it.

She squatted on the ground and learned to make clay bricks. The little Red Army soldier also wanted to help. The two of them messed around with the mud, making it big and small, crooked and covered with broken straw. They giggled.

After the clay blocks were made, they dried them in half the yard. Actually, it wasn't enough, but it was better than nothing. The two were hungry and tired, so they each ate a big tomato. It was so delicious!

Zhang Wenhua was indeed not so overbearing after that, because he would suddenly appear to help, then quickly push away, or look at Hongyu from a distance, or secretly deliver some food to her house.

Aunt Zhang gradually discovered that something was wrong. She observed and found that her grandson might be interested in Hongyu. This discovery made Aunt Zhang resentful towards Hongyu.

However, she quickly regained her senses and did not point out the matter. They were both still young and nothing could happen, and Hongyu was obviously avoiding Wenhua.

She was not satisfied with Hongyu. Her family was poor and she had such a father. Not only that, she also had a burden, and she didn't know if the thing on her face would be hereditary.

Being grateful is one thing, but marrying her home is not.

She counted the money in the house, thought about the height and appearance of her precious grandson, and made a calculation in her mind.

When he graduates from high school next year, I will send him to a technical secondary school to learn a skill. If he doesn't go, he will join the army!

I can't always be a peasant! If I marry a woman like that again, I can't see the end of my life. She can't let her grandson live!