Wearing eighty books, the little widow turns into a rich woman

"Shut up!" The old lady pointed at her and yelled sharply: "Xiong family, please pay attention to what you say, the women of my Yang family are not something you can slander."

"Shut up!" Xiong Jianjun looked at her blushing, and He Cuicui quickly pulled her.

Dandan went forward and pulled the old lady to complain: "Grandma, Xiong Weicheng snatched our iron ring and beat Xiaodouzi, so his mother came to beat Xiaodouzi."

Xiao Kai also stepped forward: "Grandmother, we were rolling the hoop, and Xiong Weicheng came out rolling the hoop and said he wanted to compete with us. We ignored him, but he knocked Xiaodouzi's hoop down on purpose, saying that Xiaodouzi I lost the competition with him, and the hoop belongs to him.

As he spoke, he snatched Xiaodouzi's iron ring, but Xiaodouzi didn't give it back, so he beat him and pushed Doudou to the ground, Xiaodouzi got up and hit him on the head with a hook, he went home crying, his mother scolded him and slapped him Slap Xiaodouzi on the face, and my aunt will come, and I will run to call you. "

Zhang Yazhen was so angry that she pulled Xiong Weicheng who was standing in the corner: "Look, he hit my son on the head with an iron hook!"

The old lady stepped forward and looked at her, then turned her head to look at her: "You take him to the hospital for examination, where did he hurt? We will pay for the soup and medicine."

A few good people gathered around and saw a red and swollen line on his forehead, but it was far worse than Xiaodouzi.

Xiong Jianjun looked at his son, then at Xiaodouzi, speechless.

The onlookers murmured in low voices: "Stealing other people's things and beating them with their hands, such a strong child needs my mother to help, tsk tsk!"

"That's right, when children fight, adults just need to pull them away, and even beat a child of a few years old, it's too much."

The old lady looked sadly at the mother and son who were crying bitterly. When she remembered those years, tears flowed down her face: "Douzi is good, coax mother to stop crying."

Sobbing, Xiaodouzi patted Lin Lan's vest, looking at the bloodstain on her neck: "Mom, it won't hurt if I blow it to you."

Lin Lan hugged him warmly, and gently stroked his red and swollen cheeks: "Mom doesn't hurt, does the baby hurt?"

Xiaodouzi looked at Lin Lan with tears in her eyes, her mouth was flattened, and she hugged her neck and started crying, "Mom... woo... Mom..."

"Be good! Don't cry, Xiaodouzi won't cry." Lin Lan patted his vest and coaxed him softly.

The old lady turned around and glanced at Zhang Yazhen who was staring at Lin Lan bitterly, then turned to look at Xiong Jianjun: "Jianjun, what are you talking about today?"

Xiong Jianjun glared at his son, looked at the old lady and said shyly, "Miss Yang, it's my Yazhen's fault, a grown-up shouldn't do anything when a child fights her..."

"Bastard, why did my mother marry you, a useless thing..." Zhang Yazhen went up to grab Xiong Jianjun in a rage, and bit him on the shoulder.

Xiong Jianjun grabbed her and pushed her away, raised his hand and saw her red and swollen face, but couldn't let go: "Go back, shameful thing!"

He Cuicui frowned and stepped forward to hold her back: "Sister, what are you and big brother doing! Let's go home, go home." and dragged her away.

"Tsk tsk!" The onlookers shook their heads.

Xiong Jianjun said to the old lady: "Miss Yang, today's matter is due to my family Yazhen's fault. She was also beaten like that by Lin Lan. Let's not hold each other accountable. What do you think?"

The old lady glanced at Lin Lan: "Lin Lan, what do you think?"

Lin Lan glanced at him: "For the sake of your reasonableness, I agree not to hold each other accountable. From today on, you'd better take care of your wife and children, and don't jump up and down and stare at others all day long."

Xiong Jianjun frowned: "What do you mean by staring at others?"

"Just ask Sun Xiuhua and you'll understand. After finishing speaking, Lin Lan took the old lady's hand and walked home.

When Xiong Jianjun returned home, he saw Zhang Yazhen holding her son, crying and cursing, full of obscenities, He Cuicui tried weakly to persuade her.

When Xiong Weicheng saw him coming in, he stared at him bitterly: "Dad, why don't you help me beat them?"

"Crack!" Xiong Jianjun gave him a slap, seeing Zhang Yazhen couldn't bear to blame her, and sighed, "You just get used to it! It's not that we are unlucky if we are spoiled!"

Zhang Yazhen glanced at him: "Don't talk sarcasticly there, the baby is good, but unfortunately it's not yours, so the vixen likes you!"

Xiong Jianjun was angry: "Crazy woman! I'm too lazy to tell you!" He threw his hands and went into the room to lie down.

Zhang Yazhen pointed at him, and cried to He Cuicui: "Look, how have I lived these years..."

He Cuicui felt that what happened today was that their mother and son were wrong, and seeing her like that, she felt that Lin Lan was too cruel.

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Lin Lan carried Xiaodouzi back home, and the old lady touched Xiaodouzi's face: "It's swollen like this, I'll go back and rub the swelling and pain relief medicine on Douzi."

"Douzi, let's wipe our face and it won't hurt anymore," Lin Lan said.

Xiaodouzi nodded: "Yes! Mom wipes too."

Dandan hurriedly said: "Grandmother, I run fast, I'll go back and get it!"

"Okay, be careful." The old lady gave him the key.

Lin Lan put the little beans on the chair and said to the old lady: "Uncle, I stewed taro rice, washed and fried the water celery, and we will eat."

The old lady smiled and nodded: "The taro rice is delicious."

Lin Lan went to the backyard to fetch water to wash the water celery, then picked some parsley and scallion leaves, finely chopped them and dipped them in the water, lifted the lid of the pot, brought the bean curd on the steaming grid to the table, and put the stewed taro rice in the pot Shovel into a clay bowl.

The old lady wiped Doudou's face with warm water, picked it up to reduce swelling and relieve pain, and gently smeared it on Doudou's face.

Xiaodouzi squinted and leaned against the old lady: "Grandma, it's so cool and comfortable."

The old lady nodded: "Yeah! It swelled after I wiped it and slept."

"Dining balls." Lin Lan handed the rice balls to the two children.

Dandan took two mouthfuls: "Grandma, the rice ball smells like taro."

"Your aunt's braised taro rice certainly tastes like taro!"

"The taro rice is delicious." Dandan said and took a big bite.

"Brother Dandan, my mother's stewed potato rice is also delicious. I'll cook it for you next time."

"Yeah! Potato rice is also delicious, my grandma has stewed it for me."

The old lady looked at the two of them lovingly: "You are blessed to be able to have a tooth-beating ceremony every now and then. When your parents were your age, they didn't even have to eat chaff."

Xiaodouzi walked to the stove with rice dumplings, and asked curiously, "Grandmother, what do they eat?"

"Eat grass roots. When the grass roots are gone, I gnaw on the bark. Later, I eat Guanyin soil. When people are very hungry, they stuff things into their mouths. After eating Guanyin soil, they can't pull it out. Many people just slammed themselves to death like that. .”

The old lady thought of the bad things in the past, stopped the shovel in her hand, sighed, and looked at the two children, "You two have to cherish the food, otherwise God will see in the sky that you don't eat well, so he won't give you food. Let you eat bark and grass roots."

Xiaodouzi looked at the old lady very sad, and took her hand: "Grandma, I will eat well in the future."