Provoking the villain, madly criticizing the tyrant for kidnapping my sedan chair for the bridal cha

"Xia Xia, the second uncle knows it well!"

In the dark night, Lin Wenhui fumbled to dismantle the hemp rope in his hand and interrupted Lin Lixia's words.

"What happened today is not your fault!"

A wry smile twitched at the corner of his mouth.

How could he not know about his adopted daughter?

He was caught like this by Chen Juhua, and his adopted daughter never cared about him at all.

Hiding rabbit meat for him?

In the past, I didn’t expect it.

I don’t dare to hope in the future

"Xia Xia, is the second uncle useless?"

Hearing the bitterness in Lin Wenhui's words, Lin Lixia paused and asked, "Second uncle, what kind of people do you think are useful?"

This question seemed to stop Lin Wenhui from asking. He paused in dismantling the hemp rope and thought for a long time.

"My second uncle has been studying for nearly 20 years, but he has failed many times and achieved nothing. Zhang Xiucai was at the same time as my second uncle. He only took the exam once and passed the exam."

Lin Lixia asked again: "Second uncle, do you think someone like Zhang Xiucai is a useful person?"

Lin Wenhui heard the disapproval in his niece's mouth and asked, "Don't you think so, Xia Xia?"

"Second uncle, judging from your tone, it has been about ten years since Zhang Xiucai passed the examination, right?"

"Have!"

"Then he didn't pass the examination. Compared with others, is he also useless?"

"You can't say that." Lin Wenhui retorted: "If he passes the examination as a scholar, all his farmland will be tax-free."

Lin Lixia asked again: "Second uncle, the wheat in the farmland was all planted at the same time. Why do some mature early and some mature late?"

Lin Wenhui thought about it carefully and said: "Some land is fertile, some is barren, some are weeded in time, some are not weeded in time, the differences are caused by various factors."

"Are Second Uncle and Zhang Xiucai the same?" Lin Lixia paused.

She wanted to make a metaphor without letting Lin Wenhui notice that she had changed the core.

I thought about it for a long time.

Finally thought of something to say.

"Second uncle, let's just say that the big roosters raised by grandma, the red-feathered chickens grew very fast at first, and the flowered-feathered chickens didn't grow as well. But if you look at it now, the red-feathered chickens that can't grow as long as the flowered-feathered chickens have been sold by grandma long ago. Silver, only the largest colored chicken is left.”

"Second uncle, as long as you don't give up and study hard, maybe you will be the last one left, and we will go directly from scholar to scholar."

"..." Lin Wenhui twitched the corner of his mouth, with mixed emotions: "Xia Xia, how can you compare your second uncle to a feathered chicken?"

"Second uncle, I'm just making an analogy." Lin Lixia smiled: "Don't pay attention to the details, I just want to say that second uncle, Daqi... what is it?"

"A late bloomer..." Lin Wenyao eavesdropped for a while and caught what his daughter was saying.

He saw his younger brother, with his face covered in scratches, weaving a fishing net for his daughter.

Lin Wenyao twitched the corner of his mouth and held his forehead: "Xia Xia, why did you let your second uncle weave a fishing net for you in the dark?"

"..." Lin Lixia thought to herself. If she didn't find something to do for her second uncle, he wouldn't have money to buy wine to relieve his worries.

If she was so depressed that she couldn't think about it and jumped directly into the Soul-Seducing River, wouldn't she feel guilty for a long time?

She and Chen Juhua broke up, and Lin Wenhui became the biggest victim in this farce.

She didn't kill Boren, and Boren died because of her.

Lin Wenhui said: "Brother, Xia Xia means well. When I get busy, I don't feel so confused."

Lin Wenyao patted Lin Wenhui on the shoulder. Just as he was about to speak, he saw a curious expression on his daughter's face.

When he spoke, he turned around and said, "Xia Xia, go to bed early and you will grow taller."

"..." Lin Lixia disagreed: "Dad, I can't grow taller even if I eat steamed buns with wild vegetables and sleep all day long."

Lin Wenyao looked guilty: "Xia Xia, it's my fault that I failed to pass the scholar examination as soon as possible."

Lin Lixia raised her eyebrows and said, "Dad, I just managed to convince my second uncle, why are you starting to give up on yourself?"

"..." Lin Wenyao didn't know how to answer.

Lin Lixia sighed softly: "Dad, don't be discouraged. When the wheat is harvested, I will find a way to make money so that our whole family can eat meat. You scholars can eat steamed eggs every day to replenish your brain."

"Steamed eggs can nourish the brain?" Xu Taohua came out of nowhere: "Xia Xia, who did you listen to?"

"I forgot." Lin Lixia looked confused. Why did the Lin family like to listen to the corner? Where did her grandma come from?

Xu Taohua looked remorseful: "Dad, if I had known that steamed eggs could nourish the brain, I wouldn't have sold the eggs for money. Maybe they would have been admitted to the scholar examination."

As soon as Xu Taohua finished speaking, the old man of the Lin family walked slowly from the darkness with his hands behind his back.

"Starting tomorrow, keep the eggs for them to eat."

Lin Lixia couldn't hold back her words: "...Grandpa, grandma, dad, at this time, wouldn't you be already asleep?"

"You go into the house and rummage through the fishing nets. There is so much noise. How can you still sleep?" Xu Taohua touched Lin Lixia's head.

She couldn't help but laugh when she thought of her granddaughter comparing her second son to the colorful chickens she raised.

"Second brother, Xia Xia is right, you are the late bloomer, don't be discouraged."

"Mother!" Lin Wenhui's voice choked, "Don't you think I've been a drag on this family these years?"

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Xu Taohua let go of Lin Lixia, grabbed Lin Wenhui's arm, and slapped it a few times: "There are so many people who have failed the scholar examination, and everyone is dead?"

"..." Lin Wenhui lowered his head, tears flowing down his eyes, falling to the ground drop by drop, submerged in the night.

*

In the early morning, before dawn, Lin Lixia was awakened by the sound of a big rooster crowing in the yard.

She got up, washed herself briefly, put on her little backpack, and picked up her homemade hoe.

"Grandma, I went up the mountain to dig wild vegetables."

"Xia Xia, wait." Xu Taohua ran out of the kitchen with a spatula and an apron: "Let's drink white rice porridge today, and grandma will bake you a white flour cake."

"No more digging wild vegetables?"

"Don't dig it yet, we still have some at home." Xu Taohua looked up at the sky.

"Your grandpa said it might rain in the past two days, so we have to get the wheat back from the fields quickly."

"Grandma, let me help you cook."

"Xia Xia, your grandfather and father have already gone to the fields. Grandma wants to help in the fields."

Lin Lixia calmed down and said, "Grandma, I understand. Leave breakfast to me and I will never let everyone go hungry."

Xu Taohua quickly took off her apron and tied it on Lin Lixia: "Xia Xia, as long as the rice is cooked."

"..." Lin Lixia took the spatula and watched Xu Taohua leave in a hurry. She turned and walked into the kitchen.

The Lin family's original stove was given to Chen Juhua.

Xu Taohua moved a few big stones from nowhere and built a simple stove in the corner of the kitchen. She took a spatula and ran to the pig pen to take a look.

Sure enough, there were several stones missing from the pigsty, and one of them was the one that was knocking her head.

She twitched the corner of her mouth, picked up a large bundle of chopped dry firewood from the woodshed, and just stuffed the firewood under the stove.

Then she saw Lin Xiaoxue standing timidly behind her: "Li Xia, can we not separate ourselves for now?"

"Why?" Lin Lixia looked puzzled.

Lin Xiaoxue bit her lip: "In the beginning of summer, grandma and the others are busy harvesting wheat. You cook. I'm afraid that Mr. Gong won't be used to it."