Chapter 8 The Big Watermelon Given by Yang Guixiang
"Mom, I went to Lao San's house yesterday. It's very luxurious. The fried eggs are so oily that my little tiger didn't even eat them so well. That girl Lingling had to eat them all."
Liu Meihua's eyes shone, as if the plate of eggs was right in front of her. She saw her mother-in-law's face getting darker and darker, and she felt happy in her heart.
This mother-in-law favored boys over girls, and especially looked down upon the daughter of the third family. If this fanned the flames, Yang Guixiang would definitely go to the third family, and maybe she could save a few dollars.
"Mei Hua, what's wrong with Lingling eating a few eggs? Why are your eyes so long? It's not like the eggs were laid by your chickens. Why are you so distressed?"
Yang Guixiang's sudden words completely stunned Liu Meihua. The sun came out in the west today? Why was the mother-in-law talking to that little girl?
"Oh, my little belly feels so comfortable. Oh, my second aunt is so good."
Qiao Jinling heard it almost, and braved his little brain to get out. In fact, he really couldn't stand the smell of the latrine, and he always felt like there were bugs crawling on his body.
Liu Meihua's eyes widened. She didn't expect Qiao Jinling to be at Yang Guixiang's house. This little girl didn't dare to show up at her mother-in-law's house for fear of being scolded.
"Grandma, Lingling wants to eat watermelon."
Qiao Jinling pointed at the watermelon on the ground, smacking her mouth, as if she wanted to eat it. The expressions of the two women in front of her were more exciting than the other.
"Uh, good Ling Ling, we won't eat it. Children will get stomachaches if they eat watermelon, so they just go to the pit."
Yang Guixiang was reluctant, half-coaxing and half-cheating.
"That's right, that's right, if a child eats melon, he will get worms in his stomach."
Liu Meihua echoed. She was not willing to give it to her son. She wanted to bribe her mother-in-law with watermelon to see if she could save some money. How could she feed this little girl's belly?
"Oh, grandma, after eating watermelon, does your stomach hurt like this? Gurgling... it hurts... gurgling..."
Qiao Jinling put her hands on her hips and deliberately clucked in front of the chicken coop. Liu Meihua didn't understand what it meant, but Yang Guixiang did. This was her father-in-law warning her, if you dare to treat Qiao Jinling badly, be careful because the chickens you raise can talk!
Yang Guixiang looked stern, picked up the big watermelon, and said: "Lingling, take the watermelon home and eat it with your parents."
"Well! Thank you grandma, then Lingling will go home."
Qiao Jinling struggled to pick up the big watermelon, stretched out her short legs, and strolled home with secret joy in her heart, leaving Liu Meihua with a confused look on her face.
Is this haunted or is my mother-in-law possessed by a demon?
"Lingling, where did you get the watermelon?"
As soon as Qiao Jinling entered the house, Sun Huifang saw her daughter holding a big watermelon. She quickly took it, wiped the sweat on her daughter's head with a towel, and asked curiously.
"Grandma gave it to me."
She said it calmly, but to Sun Huifang, it was like dropping a bomb on the ground.
"Lingling, we can't lie, tell the truth to mom, where did this watermelon come from?! Tell the truth, if mom doesn't beat you, we can't do the three-handed thing!"
The more Sun Huifang spoke, the more anxious she became, shaking her daughter's small body to make her tell the truth.
"Mom, grandma gave it to me. If you don't believe me, ask yourself!"
"Really? She'll give us something?"
It’s not that Sun Huifang doesn’t believe her daughter’s words, it’s just that since she got married, her mother-in-law has been taking things from her in different ways. Sun Huifang is in confinement, and her mother-in-law has to find a way to give her daughter the red eggs, brown sugar, and millet that others send her.
Click over.
"Mom, it's really the watermelon grandma gave me. Let's put it in the well water to cool it down and eat it together when dad comes back."
Qiao Jinling's sincere eyes made Sun Huifang believe it. It seems that if you live a long time, you can see all kinds of Western scenes.
"By the way, how much did Dad earn from selling mushrooms today?"
Qiao Jinling looked gossipy.
"you guess!"
Sun Huifang thought of this happy incident and stretched out three fingers.
"thirty?"
"Yes!"
“Great!”
"Our reed chickens laid five more eggs today. I won't talk about it anymore. I'm going to cut some vegetable leaves, mix them with bran, and feed these three heroes."
Sun Huifang went to work on the chicken food, while Qiao Jinling sneaked into the house, turned out the "Ancient and Modern Legends", and looked at the address. It was next door to the place where she worked in her previous life, Dongcheng District, Beijing!
Qiao Jinling suddenly remembered that when he was working, there was an old man Sun who always talked about the glory of the past, but everyone didn't take it seriously.
Now when I take a second look, the editor-in-chief is really Sun Songwei!
It seems that the uncle was not lying, but with the rise of the Internet, various smart clients have really taken over traditional paper media.
Sun Songwei suffered from transformation difficulties and could not keep up with the changes of the times. The magazine declined and finally had to close its publication. But now it is in full swing and extremely popular.
OK! Submission starts here!
She found a pencil and a notebook, and began to think of a story line. It was as bizarre as it came, and it was just about things like ghosts, gods, demons, and foxes. It was half true and false, and all she wanted was one word: cool!
She wrote several articles eloquently and copied them on stationery. Her hands were sore from writing. She wished she had a computer, and she would have finished typing long ago.
When writing the recipient's name, she deliberately wrote the name of her father, Qiao Xiangqiang. It was still too strange for a little girl to receive a remittance slip.
She hid the letter under the pampas grass mat. At this time, Qiao Qianqian came back from the field and was talking to Sun Huifang in the courtyard. Apparently he was also surprised by the origin of this big watermelon.
Dad, there will be many things that will surprise you in the future.
They took out the Little Eight Immortals table and placed the big watermelon in the middle.
"Dad, I miss you so much."
Qiao Jinling smiled and rushed over, hugging Qiao's forward thigh and making milky sounds.
"Hey! Did Lingling eat some candy? Why is your mouth so sweet?"
The watermelon had been cooled in the well water. Qiao Jinling first took out the triangle cut from the melon and ate it.
In the past, when selling melons, the melon seller would cut a triangular slit with a sharp knife so that the seller could clearly see and eat with confidence that it was the same melon. She thought this triangular piece of melon was the sweetest.
As soon as the big kitchen knife cuts into the gap, there is a "click" sound, and the crack explodes along the gap, revealing the red pulp. Take a bite, and you will feel sweet and juicy.
The sunset glow turned half the sky red, colorful and bright. In the small yard, the years were peaceful.
As long as the family of three is neatly together, it will be fine.
"When I went to the city to sell mushrooms today, I met Police Officer Gu."
Joe moved forward to gnaw on the watermelon and spoke vaguely.
"Oh, what did he say?"
Sun Huifang was a little nervous.
"He said that even if Wang Xiaojiao's father had not been severely beaten, he would not have been able to escape the bullet. He had this in his hand."
Qiao moved forward and made an "eight" sign with his thumb and index finger, and said in a low voice: "It is said that he was the driver who stopped the truck back then. Maybe there is still a life in his hand."
"Mom, I'm scared to death. Back then you rushed up to me with a stone. If he took that out and killed you, how would we two survive?"
Sun Huifang patted her chest and felt scared. At that time, she never thought that this wilted man would be as bloody as a furious lion!
"I'm afraid of him. Even if I know about it, I still dare to hit him and bully my wife. In the worst case, we'll both die!"
Qiao Jinling pretended to lower her head to nibble on the watermelon, but her ears perked up to listen to this old story. It turned out that her father was such a responsible man.