Traveling through the barren years, picking up space, picking up food, drinking and picking up husba

Chapter 3 The tail turned into a magic pen?
"Grandma, don't!" A tall, dark-faced, square-faced boy plopped down on his knees, holding Old Madam Cen's hand with his chapped hands, and the muscles on his face tensed: " Is grandma really going to kill my mother in front of my grandson?"

Mrs. Cen was stopped by the question, and looked at the grandson in front of her, and she also panicked in pain.

Cen Dong, the second son of the Cen family, is the eldest grandson of Lao Cen's family. He is 15 years old this year, and his temperament is dull after his father.

Mrs. Cen looked at him in dismay, she still cared about the child, she hung down from his hand, and the kitchen knife slammed on the ground.

She was panting, squinting her eyes at Sun Lainan who was already scared to pee, and finally spoke out after a while: "Sun Lainan, I don't want to punish you for Dongzi's sake, old lady, but I can't tolerate you anymore, old lady. Go, don't put me in the way."

Sun Lainan's heart skipped a beat, his face was full of confusion and panic: "What? Let me go? Why? I won't do it. I'm married to your old Cen's family. I was born as a member of your old Cen's family and died as your old man. Ghost of the Cen family, I won't leave!"

She threw herself on the ground and kicked the soil vigorously, making it violently dusty.

Granny Cen bent her knees and moved a few times, then howled loudly: "Second."

"Hey mother." Cen Zhaoshan's spine trembled, and his ear was pulled by the old lady: "You crawled out of the old lady's belly, so you have to listen to me. Divorce her and let her go!"

Sun Lainan sat up and patted his thighs: "Cen Zhaoshan, how dare you! You have no conscience, but I gave birth to you an eldest son. You are looking for a stepmother for your son."

Turning around, he grabbed Cen Dong's trousers again: "Dongzi, just look at it, you are so cruel, there is a good saying, you would rather be a beggar mother than an official father, no mother , how can I have you?"

"Stop provoking the child." Old lady Cen spit.

Cen Dong grabbed the hem of his clothes, smoothed it again, and repeated.

Dad is a good old man in the family, soft-hearted, filial, without backbone, hesitant to do things, so many decisions have to be made by him.

The knuckles of his hands were pinched tightly and turned purple, Cen Dong raised his head and quickly glanced at his father and grandma, and said in a low voice, "I, I will follow mother."

"What?" Mrs. Cen looked over in disbelief, but she could only see the lowered head of her eldest grandson.

Sun Lainan lifted his neck to relieve his anger: "Why, in the end it must be born by myself."

Cen Zhaoshan opened his mouth, and turned his foot towards his son-in-law for a while, then towards his mother for a while, and finally sighed, grabbed his hair and squatted down.

Difficult.

Cen Abao never thought that the family would part ways.

Seeing Nai Nai's flushed eyes, she knew Nai Nai was reluctant to part with her elder brother.

With her short legs upside down, she took Cen Dong's hand, her eyes flickering: "Brother, don't go, okay? Ah Bao doesn't want my brother to go."

Cen Dong stared at her little hand for a while, but still shook it away, turned his head away: "Is there anything you want to think about, am I here or not, you have a good time eating at Cen's house, besides..."

Cen Dong glanced at Qi Zeyao with some resentment: "Now my grandma has an extra grandson, so I'm free."

Mrs. Cen listened to everything, and her heart was broken into dumpling stuffing.

Although she loves her granddaughter the most, she is not bad to her grandson. If there is something good, she is not willing to eat it for her grandson, but she doesn't want to be complained by his grandson all the time.

Wipe away her tears fiercely: "Go, you go with your mother."

He also held the second son sideways: "Don't make it difficult for you to put it there. If you have a daughter-in-law and a son, you follow them. The old women will not bully you, and you will take away the food that belongs to you."

If the second daughter-in-law, a troublemaker, leaves by herself, she won't share the food, and her child will starve to death.

Doesn't she still love her eldest grandson?

"I..." Cen Zhaoshan gasped.

Sun Lainan heaved a sigh of relief when he heard this, and got up from the ground to dig out food and pack his bags, and dragged Cen Dong to bluff Cen Zhaoshan: "The surname is Cen, you can decide whether you want this or not."

Cen Zhaoshan played "married a daughter-in-law and forgot her mother" to the fullest, and Sa Leng ran away with his son and daughter-in-law.

A good home broke up just a few days after it came out.

Cen Abao ran over and held Granny Cen's hand to comfort her: "Grandma, there is still Abao."

The old lady Cen's heartache was healed by her little granddaughter, and she said, "Yes, grandma and Abao."

She wiped her face, she is the backbone of the family, and the whole family has to count on her: "Okay, Abao and Ayao are both injured, and the baggage has been messed up, stop and discuss what to do later."

Cen Abao stood on a rock and watched. Now they just entered the forest, the road is okay, but if they go deeper, it will be difficult.

Not to mention the beasts, and the road is difficult to walk.

With just a few pairs of straw sandals, the soles of their feet would be worn out.

Just sighed, as soon as his feet were off the ground, he was hugged by the old lady Cen: "Don't climb up, what to do if you fall, you can sleep for a while and rest up."

She didn't want to sleep at first, but Mrs. Cen's lullaby was so magical that she was fooled by a few words.

"Sheep and sheep, jumping over the flower wall. The wall is broken, the donkey is turning the mill. The pig is picking firewood, the dog is making fire, and the kitten is on the kang to pinch the pastry."

In his dream, Cen Abao saw a beautiful carved door with patterns of good harvests and twelve zodiac signs carved on it, and the door bolt was actually a writing brush.

"What a beautiful pen." Cen Abao wanted to reach for it, but the magic pen flew around playfully, and even slapped her on the buttocks.

Cen Abao grabbed his buttocks: "Who? Who hit me?"

"Hee hee hee, I'm your tail." The brush shook its head, showing off its hairy, silver tip on purpose: "Your soul has gone to a human cub, but your ferret's essence has been rejected, Thanks to my brainstorming, I brought your essence into my brain, otherwise, you would be in danger."

It flicked its hair: "Your essence is left in the tail, so you can simply make it into a brush."

"Yeah, but what's the use of having a pen, and I can't eat it." Cen Abao yawned lazily.

The brush pouted bitterly: "Huh, eat, eat, eat, you will know how to eat. I am not an ordinary pen. As long as you want something, you can write or draw it in your mind with the magic pen, and it will come true. "

Cen Abao's eyes lit up, like a puppy seeing a fleshy bone, and excitedly spun around in circles on the spot, talking to himself: Now they are fleeing famine, this magic pen is so powerful, what can they write, what is their life like? It's not going to be much better.

The magic brush snorted arrogantly: "You think it's just for casual use."

"Then how to use it?" Cen Abao asked humbly.

"It can only be used once a month, twice in the second month, three times in the third month, and so on."

Cen Abao looked at it with a sad face: "You are too stingy."

"But..." Magic Pen seemed to be panting, and changed the subject: "There is a small reward mechanism."

"What is what?" Cen Abao looked forward with staring eyes.

(End of this chapter)