Back To Eighty

When she sang a sentence, Uncle Qian's face turned pale.

Regret, anger, self-blame, hatred, take turns.

After confirming that she was going to mow the grass, Uncle Qian stopped her and squatted down: "Guoguo, do you want to mow the grass? What do you mow?"

In such a cold weather, the grass has not yet started to grow, and the roots of the grass along the way will be pulled out. She has been mowing for so long, and the thin layer of the small bamboo basket can't cover it.

"Feed the fish!" Although Guoguo was a little afraid of Lu Huai'an, she was still close to Uncle Qian, and led him to the fish pond: "Cut a basket every day, grandma feeds me!"

Eat with chicken...

Uncle Qian looked up at the sky and controlled it for a long time, but in the end he couldn't control it.

He took off the basket and threw it hard with the sickle.

"Plop!"

Guoguo was startled and looked at him blankly, not understanding what happened.

Holding Guoguo tightly, Uncle Qian burst into tears: "Guoguo, I'm sorry for you, Dad I'm sorry for you!"

On the way back, he didn't let Guoguo go by himself.

Holding him all the way, hugging him tightly.

Like a treasure.

Guoguo was very stiff at first, not used to being hugged, and didn't know where to put her hands.

She was probably tired from straightening all the time, she gradually relaxed, and slowly lay on his shoulders.

The little tug on his head swayed, like a tenacious weed.

Lu Huai'an followed, with mixed feelings in his heart.

His second daughter also mowed the grass at the beginning.

He was so poor that in order to support his family, he contracted the fish ponds in the village, one large and one small.

Ten acres of land were planted, as well as two vegetable fields. Sweet potatoes, peanuts and beans were also planted on the mountain.

Shen Ruyun was seriously ill in those years and could not do farm work, so she could only barely cook.

He really couldn't take care of it by himself, so he thought of a way.

The eldest daughter has to do housework, the youngest daughter is too young, and the second daughter is just the right age.

He made up a small basket that she could just carry on her back. He told her, "Daddy of the big fish pond, feed her, this small fish pond belongs to her, and when the fish is sold, she will pay for her tuition."

The second daughter was very good at that time. Every day after school, she would cut a basket of green grass after finishing her homework, looking forward to selling fish at the end of the year.

After half a year of mowing, it rained heavily and the fish pond collapsed.

Not a single fish was left.

The next day, the second daughter, who had cut a basket full of green grass, cried until it was dark by the fish pond.

Lu Huai'an took a deep breath and controlled his emotions.

He suddenly wanted to hug his daughter once.

Like Uncle Qian holding Guoguo, it's like holding his own world.

Three, hug together.

If they come again in this life, he will definitely learn to be a good father.

When she got home, Guoguo heard that she didn't need to mow the lawn, she was very happy.

I just confirmed with Uncle Qian again and again: "Isn't there really no food to eat? I didn't mow the grass today!"

Uncle Qian burst into tears and nodded vigorously: "No, Dad will make Guoguo very full. Let's eat! Eat rice!"

"Okay! Eat rice! Don't eat sweet potatoes!"

Guoguo was very happy, so she ran in and dragged a beating bowl out.

Not knowing what she was doing, Uncle Qian looked at him with a puzzled expression, and helped her to get out the beating bowl and put it away as she said.

She ran in again, took a bowl, and scooped some rice from a very tall bamboo tube.

A beating bowl is a porcelain basin with a spiral pattern inside, which is deep, thick and conical in shape.

She poured the rice into it and slammed it with a stick.

Uncle Qian didn't understand. He thought she was playing and looked at her silently.

Just play with the rice, she's happy as long as she doesn't waste it.

"You're..." Shen Maoshi was a knowledgeable person, and their family also had this. He crouched down with a frown, "Are you kicking rice?"

"That's right!" After getting to know them all afternoon, Guoguo was no longer so afraid of them: "Dad said that I can eat at night, eat rice! I'll pestle the rice and come out, and I can cook!"

Qian Shuteng stood up abruptly, his face turning blue and white.

The long stick had already rotted the rice with a pestle, and Guoguo poured them into a pot, and threw them vigorously to blow off the chaff.

It hurts to be skilled.

Uncle Qian grabbed her hand as small as a bird's claws and looked carefully, the calluses on the small hand were already thick and white.

Every June, at the appointed time, he would come to see her.

Give money, food, and clothes.

Guoguo's clothes for spring, summer, autumn and winter are all bought and delivered at one time.

She was too cheerful and well-behaved. He didn't know how much suffering was hidden behind her smile.

Tiger poison still does not eat seeds.

He thought that if he gave money, Li Juying would treat her well even for the sake of money.

He was also careless. He only saw that she was healthy, that she could run and dance, and that she was happy every day. He felt that some small cocoons were nothing. Children in the countryside would inevitably get cocoons when climbing trees and digging eggs.

As a result, she lived such a life out of his sight.

Seeing that his expression was not quite right, Lu Huai'an asked Shen Maoshi to carry Guoguo away.

"Uncle Qian..."

"I was wrong." Uncle Qian gritted his teeth and said, "I was very wrong."

He turned his face stiffly and looked at Lu Huaian: "Huai'an, she will avenge her kindness!"

Picking up the wooden stick placed in the corner, he smashed the bowl to pieces: "I gave her money to support her family! Damn how dare they treat my daughter like this! How dare she!"

He hated it so much that he suddenly understood Lu Huai'an's feelings when he smashed the house into pieces.

Carrying a stick in, he pointed it at the rice jar: "I bought this!"

Rice Bowl: "I bought it!"

Water tank: "I paid for it!"

Inside and out, he smashed everything he paid for.

His daughter doesn't need it, and they don't even want to get a share of it!

Lu Huai'an didn't stop him at all, letting him vent.

Before he could finish smashing the inside of the house, he heard a shrill cry.

"There are thieves!"

"Come here! Catch the thief!"

"There's a burglar in my house!"

It's very lively, you can tell there are a lot of people by listening to the sound.

Uncle Qian's eyes were red with blood~www.wuxiamtl.com~ and dragged his stick out.

As soon as he walked out of the main room, he met a group of people rushing over, facing each other across a pond.

In an instant, everyone shut up.

A well-dressed, beautiful-faced woman walked at the forefront, frowning at them and looking at them in a displeased tone: "Why are you here?"

Hearing the movement, Guoguo ran over and grabbed the corner of Uncle Qian's clothes, feeling a little scared.

Uncle Qian bent over and picked her up, turned around, and held Guoguo to Shen Maoshi: "Guoguo is good, Dad has something to do, you and Uncle Shen go to play."

"Mmmm!" Guoguo already knew what to do when she was hugged, so she leaned on Shen Maoshi's shoulder obediently.

It's so comfortable!

Shen Maoshi turned around and was about to leave, when suddenly a sharp voice stopped him: "Don't go!"

A chubby little girl ran out and stretched out her hand angrily: "You are not allowed to wear my clothes! Take it off! It's mine!"

If Shen Maoshi hadn't avoided it quickly, she would have almost grabbed Guoguo.

"I bought this for Guoguo." Uncle Qian blocked Shen Maoshi behind him and said unceremoniously, "Li Juying, who is this?"

"My stepdaughter." Li Juying rolled her eyes and pulled the girl forward in a perfunctory manner: "Okay, ah, just a piece of ragged clothes, we don't care about it, my aunt will buy you a better one."

Throwing away her hand, the girl cried loudly: "I don't want it, I don't want it, I want this one! It's mine! Take it off for me!"

In the end, it was Li Juying's mother who carried him away to coax her, and the scene was finally a little cleaner.

It was just the voices in front of him who shouted, and all the people nearby came running over.

Seeing that they seemed to know each other, they all stopped awkwardly.

"Yingzi, what's going on here, thief?"