Rebirth in the XNUMXs: The Hot Mom is in Charge

Shen Qingyue stood at the door, watching this scene with mixed feelings in her heart.

She saw Uncle Zhao, a usually gentle old man, burst into intense anger when faced with his son's misbehavior.

Xiaogang ran around the yard, trying to avoid his father's pursuit, but Uncle Zhao followed closely, and his angry scolding echoed in the early morning country air.

Xiaogang was still talking harshly while running away, his voice full of provocation: "She came to you to do something, what's wrong with me asking her to get some money!"

As Xiaogang made a noise, more and more villagers gathered to watch this scene.

There was curiosity in their eyes as they discussed Xiaogang's behavior.

Uncle Zhao chased Xiaogang, anger intertwined on his face. However, Uncle Zhao suddenly stopped and looked very embarrassed. His chest was heaving violently, obviously he was too angry.

Aunt Wang hurried forward and supported Uncle Zhao worriedly. Her voice was full of anxiety: "My father, please stop being so angry. It's not good for your health."

The surrounding villagers began to whisper, some shook their heads and sighed, and some expressed indignation at Xiaogang's behavior.

Uncle Zhao stood there, panting, his face flushed. His mood seemed to have calmed down a little, but his face was still an angry red.

He turned to Aunt Wang, with helplessness and sorrow in his voice: "Give him money, otherwise he won't stop today."

Aunt Wang looked at her husband with a deep sigh in her eyes.

She walked slowly back into the house and dug out a few crumpled bills from a frayed fanny pack.

When Aunt Wang tremblingly took out the worn wallet, a heavy atmosphere filled the air.

Xiaogang's eyes flashed with greed. He stepped forward without hesitation and roughly snatched the wallet from Aunt Wang's hand.

Aunt Wang shouted in surprise: "Xiao Gang!" Her voice was full of shock.

Xiaogang ignored it. He rummaged through his wallet, took out all the money one by one, and then threw the wallet on the ground with contempt. Coins scattered on the ground, making a sad sound.

He mocked disdainfully: "Just this little money? I'm so poor!" After saying that, Xiaogang left the scene without looking back.

Uncle Zhao and Aunt Wang seemed very helpless in the face of this sudden change.

Aunt Wang bent down and picked up the scattered coins on the ground with trembling hands. Every time she picked up one, her heart seemed to become heavier.

Aunt Wang's body was trembling, and she squatted on the ground weakly, her tears falling like broken beads.

Her cry was low and desperate, and her whole body seemed to have lost its support.

Uncle Zhao's face was full of pain. He walked to Aunt Wang and said softly but firmly: "Honey, don't be like this. Let's carry it through together."

Uncle Zhao gently helped Aunt Wang up, his voice choked with sobs: "Let's go into the house."

Shen Qingyue followed closely behind them, stretched out her hand and gently put it on Aunt Wang's shoulder, comforting: "Aunt Wang, you have done a good job. It is really difficult to discipline children when they are older."

They entered the house, and Uncle Zhao led Aunt Wang to sit on the shabby sofa. The furnishings in the house are simple, but it is filled with the warmth of home.

Uncle Zhao and Aunt Wang were sitting on the sofa, looking embarrassed. Uncle Zhao said bitterly: "Qingyue, I didn't expect you to see such a scene. It really made you laugh."

Shen Qingyue responded softly, her tone full of understanding: "Uncle Zhao, Aunt Wang, every family has its own difficulty in reciting sutras. You have worked very hard, and this kind of thing may happen to anyone." Aunt Wang's There were still tears in his eyes and his voice was choked: "We really don't know what to do. This child has been willful since he was a child. We tried our best to educate him, but he..."

Shen Qingyue looked at Aunt Wang's grief-stricken look, and felt a deep sympathy in her heart.

She took out a few hundred dollars from her pocket and gently handed it to Uncle Zhao.

Her movements were gentle and her eyes were full of sincerity: "Daddy, please accept the money. Although it's not much, I hope it can ease your burden a little."

Uncle Zhao looked at Shen Qingyue's outstretched hand, and his face suddenly became serious. He waved his hand and said in refusal: "Qingyue, what are you doing? We can't accept your money. This is our family's business. We solve it ourselves."

Shen Qingyue felt a little embarrassed, but her tone was still gentle: "Godfather, I just want to help, there is nothing else."

There was a hint of pride in Uncle Zhao's voice: "Qingyue, we know you have good intentions, but we cannot let outsiders interfere in our Zhao family's affairs. We have the ability to solve it ourselves."

Aunt Wang also nodded in agreement, with gratitude in her eyes: "Qingyue, we are really grateful that you care about us so much. But we really can't accept the money."

Shen Qingyue understood the feelings of Uncle Zhao and Aunt Wang. She gently took back the money in her hand and said awkwardly: "Godfather, Aunt Wang, I understand. Please forgive me for being presumptuous."

Uncle Zhao looked at Shen Qingyue, and his voice became gentler: "Qingyue, we are very pleased that you are so sensible. It's just that we really have to solve this kind of thing ourselves."

Aunt Wang wiped her tears and said with a smile: "Qingyue, we are very satisfied to have children like you caring about us."

Shen Qingyue nodded slightly. Although she felt a little regretful, she respected Uncle Zhao and Aunt Wang's decision.

There was a deep respect in her eyes.

In the next few days, Shen Qingyue stayed at Uncle Zhao and Aunt Wang's home and tried her best to help them.

Every morning, when the first ray of sunlight shines into the house through the curtains, Shen Qingyue gets up to help with housework and prepare breakfast.

One morning, Shen Qingyue and Uncle Zhao went out together. Uncle Zhao was going to do some farm work in the fields.

The sky is so clear and the air is filled with the fragrance of earth.

Shen Qingyue was wearing simple clothes and followed Uncle Zhao. Her steps were brisk and her eyes revealed her curiosity and respect for this kind of rural life.

Uncle Zhao led Shen Qingyue to a green crop field. He took out his hoe and started farming with skillful and powerful movements.

Shen Qingyue took the initiative to ask to join. Although she was not very familiar with these tasks, she learned quickly and could quickly follow Uncle Zhao's pace skillfully.

"Qingyue, you learn this craft so quickly," Uncle Zhao said with a smile, his voice full of appreciation.

Shen Qingyue smiled and replied: "Godfather, I also like this kind of life. It feels very down-to-earth."

The sun shone on them, and they chatted while working, talking about things in the fields, people and things in the village.

Although the topic is simple, it is full of the reality of life.

In the afternoon, Shen Qingyue helped Aunt Wang prepare lunch. Aunt Wang guided her to make some home-cooked dishes. They exchanged their life experiences while busy, and the kitchen was filled with laughter and laughter.

Aunt Wang's eyes flashed with warmth: "Qingyue, the food you cook is so delicious, your godfather will definitely like it too." (End of Chapter)