Chapter 15： weak mother

The Tang family is not a kind person, especially Xu Jinfeng, who is arrogant and domineering. When they see her, they have a bad face. They also accuse Sang of scolding Huai, saying that she is a vixen who cheats.

The conscience of heaven and earth, her heart is only given to her husband, where can other men like it, she can't wait for those **** to go far away, so that their mothers can live with a pure heart.

But in fact, even if there are malicious men turning around at the door during the day, looking at her makes her back chill, and she doesn't dare to close her eyes when she sleeps at night, if it wasn't for her son to block her, her innocence would be early...

Su Wanrou's eyes turned red again, and she looked at her son with guilt. Not only was she unable to help his son, she also dragged him down.

If it wasn't for her, Huo Jinzhi wouldn't have been trapped in the mountains. She knew that her son wanted to go to the city, but he couldn't.

"It's okay, let's cook it. I'll go to Grandpa Qi's place."

Huo Jinzhi's expression was indifferent, he went to the next door, the cold wind outside the house dispelled his impatience, and he felt better.

He really... really didn't want to see his mother look guilty. His father would feel pity for such a mother, but he was a son.

In the past four years, only he knows how much he has suffered in order to protect his mother.

Because of her mother's beauty, all the women in the village regarded her as an enemy, and they didn't even have a good face towards him, ranging from insults to aggressive actions.

Otherwise, their mother and son would not even have this last place to live.

He knew he couldn't blame his mother, but he still complained.

He didn't ask his mother to be like a hen and dare to fight against the eagle for the sake of the child. It was too difficult for his mother. He only asked his mother not to cry all the time. In such a troubled world, tears are the most worthless thing.

Huo Jinzhi smiled bitterly, looked up at the sky, the sky was blue and white clouds were blooming, but his heart was full of haze.

How long will it take to end?

The candy, which was licked thinner and thinner, suddenly slid into his throat, the sweetness of the strong fragrance made Huo Jinzhi stunned, his eyebrows and eyes gradually stretched.

Four years ago, he was only eight years old, and he was able to survive the same. Now that he is twelve years old, what is there to be afraid of?

In troubled times, there will be heroes, and he, Huo Jinzhi, will definitely do something, it is impossible for him to be trapped in this ravine all his life!

The strong aroma of meat spread, Su Wanrou was stewing the meat, cut half of the meat generously, and hung the remaining half on the beam to eat in a few days.

With sugar in her mouth and blunt meat in the pot, Su Wanrou's sorrowful face also stretched, she had more confidence in the future, maybe the Tang family started to fulfill their promises?

Five hundred dollars is not a small amount!

The Tang family is still trustworthy, her husband did not entrust the wrong person, and she will not complain about the Tang family in the future.

The simple-minded Su Wanrou felt a little self-blame, and felt that she was a villain. The reason why the Tang family didn't help in the past may have been due to difficulties. Now, why don't they send meat and candy!

The Huo family's lunch was unprecedentedly rich. It was full of a large pot of stewed potatoes and a pot of steamed sweet potatoes. There was not much rice at home. When the farm work was not busy, the Huo family always ate sweet potatoes and radishes.

Sometimes I don’t even have enough sweet potatoes and radishes to eat, so I can only go to the mountains to dig up the chi (homonym) roots and cook them. In the past, when there was a famine, this bitter grass root saved many people’s lives, but now few people eat it.

The policy is relaxed, and every household has opened up some wasteland, planted corn and sweet potatoes, and with the grain distributed by the brigade, basically they can mix enough water and even eat meat occasionally. Life is much better than a few years ago. Who still suffers from the chirping of the dead!

PS: Jiji is a local dialect. The author checked it. It should be the old root of bracken, which is rich in starch. In the past, farmers would take this as a ration during famine, but it was very bitter. Now the bracken root powder is refined. Much less bitterness.

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