"Why do you want to eat pork knuckles?
Do you want me to get you a pig head to replenish your brain?"
As if she had heard something terrible, Mrs.
Mu raised her voice and said to Mrs.
Lin angrily. \ "Mom, do you really agree?
Agree to me."
Realizing that she had said the wrong thing, Mrs.
Lin quickly changed her words.
"You are willing to buy pig knuckles and pig heads for our Goudan.
Let me tell you.
Goudan is your eldest grandson.
You will agree no matter what."
The pig head was an unexpected surprise for Mrs.
Lin.
She thought it was just a pig knuckle.
This old woman was too talkative today.
Mrs.
Lin was still immersed in the joy of eating, and did not notice that Mrs.
Mu's face had turned into a palette at this time and was full of anger.
Lin was daydreaming, and her body felt a little light for a moment.
Seeing that she still didn't repent, Mrs.
Mu was so angry that she stretched out her index finger with long nails.
She pressed Lin's forehead and cursed loudly while pressing it hard.
"You prodigal bitch, what are you talking about eating pig knuckles and pig heads?
I think you pooped and your head was broken.
How come my old Mu family has such a prodigal thing like you?
You should have removed it just now."
Push me into the shit basin and eat you to death."
Lin's expression changed instantly.
She thought her son was Mrs.
Mu's favorite grandson, but she didn't know that what Mrs.
Mu had said before was all sarcastic.
She panicked for a moment and let Mrs.
Mu's hand press her hand like a button.
Like cotton seeds, press it on your forehead.
There was a sudden pain in her forehead, and the area on her buttocks where Mrs.
Mu had been slapped seemed to have been burned.
The pain was severe.
In order to save herself from the pain, Mrs.
Lin hurriedly begged for mercy like a grandson.
"Mom, let go, let go, I know I was wrong, I won't eat, I won't eat again."
Suddenly, the Mu family staged another good show.
After finishing the meal, Wang Jinhua, the fourth daughter-in-law, walked to Mrs.
Mu and said timidly.
"Mom, dinner is set, what else do you want to do?"
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Unexpectedly, these words angered Mrs.
Mu.
"Are you a pig?
There are so many things at home that you don't know what to do.
If you're blind or have a broken hand, let the old woman catch you with a stick.
I'll chase you after you and tell you what to do.
I won't tell you to eat you later.
Don’t take it from me, it’s a piece of mud that can’t stand up to the wall.”
Wang Jinhua's face turned green and white.
Mrs.
Mu scolded her harshly, but she did not dare to refute.
She stood on the same spot, not even daring to move her feet.
She looked outside the courtyard wall eagerly, hoping that her man would come back at this moment. .
Fortunately, the men who had been working for a day finally came back with the last few rays of the setting sun.
Mr.
Mu was walking at the front.
His somewhat stooped body leaned forward slightly, but his steps were very steady.
The wind is not an exaggeration either.
As soon as she saw Mr.
Mu, Mrs.
Mu felt at ease.
She retracted the hand that poked Lin's forehead, and tightly closed her mouth that sprayed Wang Jinhua with phlegm on her face.
She hurriedly went up to him.
"Xiangxiang's father is back.
The work in the fields is going very smoothly."
"It's okay."
Mr.
Mu's attitude was lukewarm.
Before he entered the door, he heard his mother-in-law cursing several daughters-in-law.
It is estimated that the whole village heard it.
At this moment, he was depressed.
"Is the meal ready?
The third child has been working hard today.
Go and fry him an egg."
"What are you talking about fried eggs?
Are you crazy?
Eggs are so expensive.
If you eat eggs from home, how will you get the money to take the exam?"
One egg made Mrs.
Mu reveal her true colors.
Mr.
Mu glared at Mrs.
Mu fiercely.
"I tell you to go, and you go, or else you give Lao San three big bucks and let him go to town to buy food by himself."
Mu Lao San on the side heard what Mr.
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Mu said and waved his hand quickly.
"Forget it, Dad, those are all things I should do, it's not hard at all."
"No, I will give it even if I say it.
I must be like your second brother, who goes to the fields to squat in a pit for a day as soon as he works.
Who will harvest the rice in the fields?"
Today, Mr.
Mu, Mr.
Mu, Mr.
Mu, Mr.
Mu, and Mr.
Mu are the four grown men harvesting the earliest rice in the family.
The rice matures at about the same time, but there are always places where the rice matures earlier.
It takes two or three days or five or six days.
The rice harvested by the Mu family in these two days will turn yellow earlier than that of other families.
This means that the farmer's busiest "double harvest" is still five or six days away.
There were only four of them, and Mu Laoer was still lazy.
After resting for a while at noon, everyone was supposed to be strong.
Who knew that as soon as Mu Laoer arrived in the field, he said he had a stomachache and wanted to poop.
He didn't come back all afternoon.
He was so angry that he almost took the pot in his hand.
The sickle breaks.
Fortunately, Mu Laosan was willing to work and finished the work of two people by himself, so that Lao Mu's family could finish work early.
"What's wrong with me?
Don't I have a stomachache?
People have three urgent needs, and they can't bear to poop.
At worst, the third child will poop next time, so I'll just do the work for him."
Mu Laoer looked confident.
He just didn't work.
What's the big deal?
He really didn't know what his father's temper was.
"You bastard, you're reasonable, right?
You can cut the remaining rice in the field for me alone.
If you can't finish cutting, don't even think about coming back to eat."
"Dad, don't be angry.
The second brother didn't mean it.
Tomorrow I will cut with the second brother.
We will definitely get the job done."
When his brother was scolded, Mu Laosan was the first to rush out.
After hearing Mu Laosan's words, Mr.
Mu's face looked better.
"Third brother, you deserve the three cents.
Use it to buy some food for the child, or you can save it."
Three cents, three meat buns, and six vegetable buns.
If we really went to town, it would be an opportunity to have a toothpaste, but Mu Laosan was honest.
"Dad, what are you talking about?
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We are all a family, and my mother is always in charge of the money in the family.
I don't want to buy anything, and I don't need the money."
Mrs.
Mu's expression softened a lot, "That's right, one family talks about two things.
The third child works a lot.
It's not an advantage for him.
He also eats a lot, so he should work more. of."
The words that were good at first turned into the stones in the latrine, smelly and ugly when they came to Mrs.
Mu's mouth.
Mr.
Mu snorted coldly and ignored Mrs.
Mu.
He went directly into the upper room.
The two Eight Immortals tables in the upper room had been set up and the dishes on the tables had been ironed.
There were several vegetable bowls on the old Eight Immortals table, a plate of dark dried bamboo shoots, a plate of tempeh that had been stored for several days, then three large bowls full of vegetarian vegetables, and a fried cucumber with half a spoonful of lard.
For a family of more than ten people, eating such six dishes is not enough.
However, Mrs.
Mu insists that the cooked rice is cooked with wild vegetables.
When it is served, everyone will have vegetables in their bowls. , even if you don’t cook, you can still eat that little bit of rice.
"Go and call all the children at home to eat.
Third, you can serve the two girls a bowl of rice and bring it over to her
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