Dressed as the Fujiao bag of the captain's house

Chapter 481 Three years later

In the end, they took all the bills away.

Although it was shameless to be scolded by the juniors, they would not refuse what was given to them for no reason.

After sending them away, Mu Baoguo said helplessly to his old wife:

"They are also our older generation. They are all 80 to [-] years old. Did you just scold them a little too hard?"

"If they go home and learn from their family members, they may come to our house to make trouble again."

Recently, due to lack of food, the villagers have been very irritable.

He was really afraid that someone would come to him.

But Ma Yuehong glared at him, and her tone was extraordinarily heroic:
"If they dare to come to the door, I dare to shoot them with a broom!"

"Whoever wants to be slapped has the guts to do so!"

Mu Baoguo looked at the ferocious expression on her face, and suddenly remembered the scene when they had just met decades ago, when she beat off three men who wanted to bully her by herself.

The old wife's toughness has lasted from her youth to the present, so his worries are completely unnecessary.

"The medicine is almost cold, drink it quickly."

Ma Yuehong urged him impatiently, and then went back to the kitchen to prepare breakfast with the three daughters-in-law.

Breakfast was served late in winter, and breakfast was not served until Song Jing and the others finished their morning exercises and washed their hands and faces.

Mu Nannan stirred the scarce rice grains in the bowl with a spoon, and in the next second he heard Mu Tian whisper:
"The rice in the bowl is getting less and less, and the rice soup is so clear that you can see the bottom of the bowl. After drinking it, my stomach is full of water, and I don't feel full at all..."

She believed that she was not the only one who heard these words, but no one else at the table, including Zhang Chunmei and Liu Yan, rebuked him.

She squeezed the spoon tightly in her hand, knowing clearly that the food at home should not be enough.

So when cooking, fewer and fewer rice grains are put into the pot.

After the whole family ate breakfast without taste, Mu Nannan returned to the brazier again.

Several older brothers, including Song Jing, sat in a circle around her.

A few people were chatting and making noise, but the atmosphere was much better than when they were having breakfast.

"It would be great if my little brother was here."

Mu Nannan thought of Ji Beinian who was far away in Kyoto, and couldn't help but sigh with emotion:
"It's been a long time since my little brother went home to worship his ancestors. Today is New Year's Eve, and tomorrow is the Spring Festival. I guess he won't be able to spend this year's Spring Festival with me."

Song Jing was actually very happy that Ji Bei Nian was not here:
"Nanbao, your little brother is not here, but there are so many of us accompanying you. Don't worry, with us here, you will surely have a happy Spring Festival this year."

"And not just this year, but every year in the future, I will spend the Spring Festival with you."

Mu Nannan smiled, but didn't take his words to heart.

But a few years later, when she was curled up and crying alone, she longed in her heart to go back to the Spring Festival every year when he was there.

Time passed quietly, and in a blink of an eye, it was another midsummer year.

The drought has lasted for nearly three years. During these three years, it is unknown how many people died of hunger.

But today's Taoji Village, the villagers have changed from the decadent appearance of the past, running and cheering in the rain like crazy.

"God! You finally opened your eyes! It's raining! Woohoo, it's finally raining!"

(End of this chapter)