Fu Shu wanted to refuse, but he saw that there was chicken blood on his hand, which he got when he patted off the pheasant. He also thought that it was so dark that they couldn't see what was in the bag, so he didn't say anything more.

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"This chicken is so thick that even my second brother shot it through the neck, and it can still run two miles!"

Fu Shu was not a good talker, and Yang Zhao was even more boring. Yang Xu was the only one keeping the atmosphere warm along the way.

I think the children in the Yang family are also interesting, with different personalities. The eldest brother Yang is cheerful and enthusiastic, the second brother Yang is stuffy and silent, and Yang Xiaoxue is unruly and willful. They don't look like they come from the same family at all.

Fu Shu thought and laughed softly.

Yang Zhao, who had been staring at her all the way, heard this, looked at her, and twitched his lips.

Both brothers were very knowledgeable, and no one was curious about what was in Fu Shu's bag.

When they arrived at Aimin Village, Yang Xu held the chicken in his hand so that no one could see it, so he went home directly.

Yang Zhao ignored Fu Shu's politeness and sent her back to Fu Shu's house directly with a bag on his back, and helped put the two bags of fabrics into the house.

Fu Shu ran to the chicken coop, touched two eggs and handed them to Yang Zhao: "There is nothing good at home. This is for you and Brother Yang. Thank you for sending me back."

Yang Zhao frowned, didn't answer her, put down his bag and turned around to leave.

Fu Shu chased after him: "Hey...Second Brother Yang, Second Brother Yang..."

No one answered after calling twice, so she raised her voice: "Yang Zhao!"

Yang Zhao turned around, suppressed his secret joy at hearing her call his name, and tried to look serious: "No need."

When Fu Shu saw him stop, he stared at him with a pair of almond-shaped eyes: "I know that my second brother is trying to support my family, but I feel uneasy about not repaying my kindness."

"Yang Zhao."

"Huh?" Fu Shu didn't understand why he suddenly said his own name.

"Call me Yang Zhao." Yang Zhao thought for a moment, seemed to feel that his tone was not good, and said cautiously: "Okay?"

"Okay." Fu Shu smiled and put the egg in Yang Zhao's hand: "Take it back."

Seeing her smile, Yang Zhao's ears turned red again.

Although it was still dark this time, Fu Shu lit the lamp when he entered the house, and he could clearly see his embarrassed look.

Before, she had always thought that Yang Zhao was so shy just because people in this era were simple and simple, and Yang Zhao had a dull personality, so she didn't think much about it.

But considering his behavior all the time, no matter how slow she is, she should understand.

There were many men who were interested in her in her previous life, but she had been busy with work, and after dating several times, she found that there was really no one suitable for her lifelong companion, so she never married.

But this does not mean that she is unmarried.

She has no psychological barriers. Ever since she became a fushu in the 1970s, she has cherished every second and lived her current life seriously. When it comes to relationships, she is not radical, but she will not escape either. She just goes with the flow.

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After taking the fabric into the hut and hiding it, Fu Shu began to cook for his younger brothers and sisters. Fu Wenqing was also a sensible little guy. After school, he would sit on the bed and eat sweets by himself. He only said he was hungry when his sister came back.

"Wen Qing, go to Aunt Liu's house and call your third sister back. She will cook."

Liu Yanxia's home was not far away, and Fu Wenqing, a boy, was not in any danger, so Dian Dian ran out.

After the three siblings had eaten, it was already dark and it was not safe to go out at night. Fu Shu gave up the idea of ​​going back to Xiong's house, lit a lamp and cut fabric for a while, then locked the door and took his siblings to sleep.

Early the next morning, Fu Shu cooked meals for his younger siblings, sent them to school, and hurried to Xiong's house.

Before he entered the door, he heard Fu Wenming choke more: "Mom, Dad just drank too much. He will change his behavior in the future, and I will watch over him."

Fu Wenming was a gentle man, but he was also an upright man. Anything that could make him cry must be a big deal. Fu Shu had already guessed what they were talking about.

When he opened the door, he saw that everyone except the second uncle's family and Xiong Guo Xiong Chao were in the main room.

Old man Xiong and Mrs. Xiong sat on the chairs in the middle. The rest of the Xiong family could not say anything and stood outside. Only Xiong Guizhi and the Fu brothers stood in the middle.

Hearing the door open, everyone in the room looked over.

Seeing clearly that it was her, Fu Wenming's eyes were full of anger and disappointment. It seemed that she was the one who instigated Xiong Guizhi to divorce.

Seeing her, Xiong Guizhi seemed to have support, wiped away his tears and straightened up.

"It just so happens that Erya is back. You should also show your attitude." Old Xiong was also very dignified when he was serious. He looked at Fu Shu: "Your mother is going to divorce your father. What do you think?"

Although everyone knows that Fu Shu brought this up, they still have to ask.

Fu Shu did not hesitate: "Of course I hope mom gets divorced."

"Second sister!" Fu Wenming shouted.

Fu Shu also looked at him: "Brother, you also know what life is like for mom at home. It's not that my sister is utilitarian, but my dad must be an official and make a fortune, but he has never fulfilled his responsibility as a husband and father. Our family is so difficult.

It's all because of someone, don't you know?"

Fu Wenming knew that his sister was right, but he just felt bad. A grown man burst into tears: "It's my fault because I'm the eldest son. He can't support the family. It also makes you and your second brother unable to go to school..."

"Brother, this is not your responsibility in the first place. If my parents are still alive, how can it be your turn to provide for me and my second brother?" Fu Shu also felt the same, with a sore nose: "Even if we get divorced, my dad will still be our dad, and we will continue to support him in his old age.

Farewell. I just don’t want him to take advantage of my mother, drink her blood and eat her flesh, and abuse our mother all day long..."

When I said the last sentence, tears also fell.

Seeing that her daughter was thinking about her like this, Xiong Guizhi cried and hugged Fu Shu.

Fu Wenhao, who felt it didn't matter, turned away and wiped away tears. Obviously he knew that his mother had not had it easy these past years.

"Civilization, we didn't want to say anything more when our daughter got married. But it's just a piece of flesh that fell off my body. How can I not feel bad?" Mrs. Xiong said with tears in her eyes: "This is the only girl we have.

, I definitely support divorce. If your father were a human being, how could he have gotten into this situation!"

Yes, as long as Fu Changjun still has some conscience, how could Xiong Guizhi rather endure the gossip in the village and still insist on divorcing him?

It's not that Fu Wenming doesn't understand, he just still has expectations for Changjun, but seeing his mother's determination and his younger siblings' statements, what else can he say?

"I know, grandma, I'll go find my dad and tell him."

"You guys should go back too, Da Guo, follow me. Go to the brigade and ask your mother for anything you need." Old man Xiong obviously also knows the virtues of the Xue family. I'm afraid he will get a lot of benefits by issuing a divorce certificate.

Xiong Daguo took a bag of Fuqiang flour from the Xiong family and took Xiong Guizhi and Fu Shu back to the Red Flag Brigade.
Chapter completed!