Chapter 4: Fight with words instead of fists, be a civilized person
When Fan Jiang and his two younger brothers came back with wild vegetables, they saw several layers of women from Shanshui Village outside the fence of the yard.
Each of them was enthusiastic and earnestly persuaded their grandmother to take out money to help their cousins get married.
To carry on the incense of the old Fan family.
Even the aunt, who always spoke to the grandmother and knew her well, just stood aside with a smile on her face, neither answering nor helping the grandmother.
The wrinkles between the grandmother's eyebrows could kill flies.
Seeing the three of them coming back, Fan's mother glared and scolded them harshly: "You have spent so much time digging wild vegetables, you must have been lazy somewhere!
The whole family is waiting for you to have lunch, go in, go in, if you don't go in, there will be nothing to eat."
Sun Jinhua and her four sons did not move.
Her youngest daughter Fan Zhaodi stretched her head and tiptoed to look at the kitchen. Seeing that her mother and brothers did not move, she swallowed hard and did not dare to move.
Fan Jiang looked at his two sisters with tears in their eyes, and then saw his mother protecting them with one hand each.
It seemed that something was different?
The two younger ones, Fan He and Fan Hu, didn't know what happened, but when they heard that there was food, they immediately put down the bamboo baskets of wild vegetables and walked towards the main room.
Seeing that his mother and his brothers and sisters didn't move, he looked at them blankly.
Then he had the same confusion as his eldest brother.
Seeing that she couldn't get anyone to move, Fan's mother turned to the women who were watching the fun and shouted, "Okay, okay, don't worry about it, go back to your own homes and take care of your own children!"
The women smiled and said, "Let's go, Aunt Fan, you should take good care of the family."
Tsk, she is so biased, no wonder the family life is getting worse and worse.
The onlookers dispersed, Sun Jinhua glanced at her mother-in-law, and went into the house first with a gloomy look.
The three pillars and four pillars looked at each other, and stepped forward to support grandma, smiling: "Grandma, we will help you in!"
The two big pillars looked at grandma, then looked at mother, and followed in with ugly faces.
The last two, Daya and Erya, opened their mouths slightly in surprise.
Erya asked in a low voice in disbelief: "Mother, how did you do it!"
How could the aunt, who had always been closer to grandma than mother and daughter, turn her face away from grandma.
The eldest and second cousins, who always obeyed the aunt, also had times when they didn't listen to her.
The third and fourth cousins, who used to be simple-minded, also made their own calculations.
Daya understood that his mother was falling apart step by step.
But understanding is one thing, and being able to do it is another!
Shuiqing held the skinny hands of her two daughters and taught them quietly: "People get along for the sake of profit, but when the profit is gone, they will go their separate ways.
In the future, you two should see clearly what they want from others."
Fan Daya and Erya nodded heavily.
In the past, they thought that the aunt and grandma were grasshoppers on the same rope, and they could not fight each other. Unexpectedly, even on the same rope, they can fight each other!
"Also, we should fight with words instead of fighting with fists. Let's be civilized people, understand?" Shuiqing continued to teach.
Da Ya and Erya nodded without hesitation.
They know!
Mother suffered a loss in the morning, and was pushed to the ground by the aunt and grandma.
She also said that it was her cousin Sanzhu who accidentally bumped into her, and that they should not bother with a child.
But the third cousin is obviously older than them, how could he not be careful...
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"Come, Dazhu, Er, San, and Sizhu, take your whole black steamed buns."
"Dajiang, Dahu, Dahu, take your half black steamed buns."
"Shuiqing, you ate your half black steamed bun in advance, and now it's gone, so don't wait."
Da Ya, Er Ya, and Sun Jinhua's youngest daughter Zhaodi didn't have black steamed buns, they only had porridge.
Needless to say, the five black steamed buns left in the bamboo basket belonged to Fan's mother, Sun Jinhua, and Fan's eldest son Fan Qian who had gone out and had not returned.
As for Hu Shuiqing's husband, Fan's mother's second son Fan Jin, he was copying books in the city, the journey was long, and he only came back once every three or five days.
After Fan's mother divided the dry ones, she began to divide the thin ones.
She scooped the wild vegetable porridge with a big wooden spoon, and when it came to Da Ya and Er Ya, the wooden spoon floated up a lot.
The already thin wild vegetable porridge was only left with soup and a few grains of brown rice and vegetable leaves when it was scooped into Daya and Erya's bowls.
When it came to Zhaodi, it was obviously heavier, and the porridge was obviously thicker.
"Eat it all and don't leave any leftovers. You should know how precious food is and how difficult it is to have enough food!"
"There are many people in our family. It's not easy to feed a big family. You should be content, don't you know!"
After scolding her, Fan's mother glanced at her stunned daughter-in-law lightly, raised her hand and said, "Okay, go eat."
Shuiqing, who was still talking about fighting with words instead of fighting with fists and being a civilized person, couldn't hold back when she saw Fan's mother serving food.
She raised her eyes and watched the two girls holding the coarse pottery bowls and walking towards the door. She called out in confusion: "Da Ya, Er Ya, where are you going?"
"Auntie, have you forgotten? Daughters can't sit at the table. Only sons like us can sit at the table to eat!" Dazhu straightened his chest and said proudly.
He knew that his aunt was accidentally pushed down by his mother and grandmother in the morning, and perhaps she had forgotten, so he reminded her: "I am the eldest son and grandson, the most precious, and I will inherit the Fan family in the future. Aunt, remember this."
Shui Qing:......I will remember you!
She asked calmly: "What will you inherit from the Fan family, those few acres of thin land or these three old houses? Then how will your mother, grandmother, and your brothers eat and live?"
Fan Dazhu:......
Sun Jinhua, Fan's mother, Er San Si Zhu:......
Shui Qing waved at Daya and Erya, shouting: "Come here, don't go anywhere, your cousins and brothers can sit, you two can sit and eat too!"
Da Ya and Erya stopped walking out and walked back obediently.
Fan's mother's face turned black, and she scolded: "Don't make trouble, Er's family!
Since ancient times, daughters cannot sit at the table. It's because our Fan family is easy to talk to, otherwise you can't sit at the table either!"
Fan Dazhu stood up and pointed at Fan Zhaodi who was squatting in the corner with a bowl in his hand and said: "Second Aunt, don't you see that my sister can't sit at the table either? It's fair."
"Fair to your mother! Your sister can't even sit at the table to eat. You are very proud, proud and great, right?
Sorry, my daughter, I don't agree!" Shui Qing snorted mercilessly.
"Hu! Don't think that everyone is helping you just now and you don't know how high the sky is and how thick the earth is! I tell you, the old woman is not dead yet, and it's not your turn to make the decision in this family!" Fan's mother slammed the table hard, and the old dining table made a bang.
Then, she felt sorry for the wooden table, and rubbed it with her hands behind her back.
Shuiqing stood up suddenly and walked out without saying a word.
Fan's mother looked ugly, glared at Daya and Erya fiercely, and issued a strong order: "If she doesn't eat, don't send food. She has a backbone. I don't know how many meals she can go hungry!"
Daya and Erya didn't listen, and turned around with the coarse pottery bowl.
The three brothers Fan Jiang, Fan He and Fan Hu, who were originally sitting at the table, stood up and walked out.
Mother was right. Their sisters couldn't even sit at the table to eat. They always squatted under the eaves and in the corners. There was nothing to be proud of.
Fan's mother's face changed several times in anger.
Fan Dazhu and the other four were secretly happy.
The three cousins were too ignorant. Daya and Erya were girls. They would get married sooner or later. There was no need to offend grandma for two married outsiders.
After all, if they offended grandma, they would not get the family property in the future.
But even if the three of them offended grandma, grandpa had passed away, and the money must be in grandma's hands. How much to share in the future depends on grandma's mood.
"Eat! Hu's nonsense just saved the evening meal, I don't believe it"
"Ah" Sun Jinhua screamed.
Fan's mother, who was lecturing, was startled. She squinted at the door with a bad look——