The Male Lead Doesn’t Cooperate

Zhang Xiaohua came in with a dark face, followed by Song Zhiwen who looked at her with a sneer, she wanted to hit Song Xiaomi without saying a word, Song Xiaomi moved back to avoid her big hand, and looked at Zhang Xiaohua with grievance and resentment: "Just Because the third brother sued you, you beat me without asking why?"

When she was willing to put up with Song Zhiwen before, she didn't care about anything. Once she put aside her previous ideas, she no longer wanted to tolerate Song Zhiwen. The unconditional favoritism of her parents towards Song Zhiwen was also difficult for her to accept.

Zhang Xiaohua glared at her: "How dare you hide?"

I couldn't believe that the little girl who had always been obedient dared to resist her.

Song Xiaomi said: "Why don't you dare to hide? Usually you prefer Song Zhiwen to give me the pencils he doesn't use. But why should I give him the pens that my second brother gave me? Since you like Song Zhiwen so much, from now on Let him take care of you in the old age. Don’t expect other sons, and don’t expect your daughter to give you gifts during the holidays. From now on, don’t expect me to wash and cook for you, and earn work points. From today on, I won’t do anything, Let your good son and filial son Song Zhiwen do it. Anyway, we are all raised by stepmothers."

"I'll beat you to death, you bitch." Zhang Xiaohua was furious, the bitch's words were too poignant, like a knife, she rushed forward to pull her ears in a hurry.

Song Xiaomi ran out immediately, Zhang Xiaohua chased after her, but she was old and not as fast as Song Xiaomi, and when she ran outside, she couldn't see Song Xiaomi. Panting and supporting her waist, she said cursingly: "Damn girl, I'll show you when I come back."

Song Xiaomi didn't go anywhere else, and went directly to her grandparents. She learned to be smart this time, and knew that her parents were going to beat her, and only her grandparents could stop her, so she must be looking for her grandparents.

Mr. Song and Mrs. Song wanted to be quiet, so they separated. They didn't want to care about the **** of the eldest son's family. But the granddaughter is hiding here, and she can't be driven away, so she glanced at her lightly, and Mrs. Song said, "Since you're here, let's have a meal."

Song Xiaomi sighed, and hurried to the kitchen to fill up the rice and serve the bowl.

Here, Zhang Xiaohua looked out with her head hooked, but she didn't see her figure, thinking that you will always come back when you are hungry, and there is always time to clean you up. But she waited at home, waiting for her to come back to make dinner, and waited until it was dark, but she didn't wait for her to come back. She said angrily: "Where did the dead girl go? She didn't come back to cook."

Song Zhiwen came out of the room and urged, "Is the meal ready? I'm hungry."

Seeing her youngest son, Zhang Xiaohua held her breath and said gently, "Are you hungry? I'll cook right now."

When she arrived at the kitchen, she was a little blind for a while. When the family was not separated, it was the mother-in-law who cooked. Later, when the eldest daughter grew up, the eldest daughter did the cooking. When the eldest daughter married, the younger daughter did the cooking.

All these years, she has been working in the field to earn work points. Except for sometimes wanting to eat something good and secretly turning on the small stove, she has never been in the stove. She doesn't know where the pots and pans are kept. After searching for a long time, I found a ladle for scooping water in the cupboard, washed the pot, but didn't know what to cook, so I ran out and asked Song Zhiwen, "What do you want to eat, mother will make it for you?"

Song Zhiwen frowned: "I feel sick to my stomach. I want to eat noodles. The noodles rolled from white noodles are soft and easy to digest."

White noodles need white noodles, Zhang Xiaohua feels a little pain in the flesh, but her son wants to eat, so let's make it. I haven’t kneaded the dough for many years, half of the dough was kneaded, she didn’t control the amount of water when she poured the water, she poured too much water, she added some flour, one didn’t notice that the flour was also poured too much, went to the water again, waited until the dough kneaded Well, the little white flour at home is also used up.

Tired back and back pain, I rolled out the noodles, and finally boiled the noodles in the pot. In the end, I accidentally boiled the water dry, and the pot of noodles was almost mushy.

Song Dazhuang didn't care, the noodles rolled by the thin noodles were delicious even if they were mushy, but he still muttered: "It's not as delicious as the noodles made by wheat and millet."

Song Zhiwen picked the noodles in the bowl, frowning tightly: "Mom, what kind of noodles do you make? The noodles are all lumpy, and there is no soup. How can you eat the dry ones?"

Song Dazhuang glanced at him: "It's good to eat something, why are you picky?"

Song Dazhuang always felt that although his youngest son was thin and weak, he was sweet-mouthed and could coax others, so he was better than him. His disadvantage is that his mouth is too stupid, even his parents look down on him, and he is very rare to have a young son who can talk.

The eldest son is honest and has the same temper as him.

The second son has a bit of a temper, but he has a bullish temper. He doesn't listen to the adults and fights against them in everything.

The youngest son is the one he likes the most, he can speak and is smart.

But he never figured it out, the youngest son is clever, but that cleverness is useless in his studies, and he was forced to squat in the fifth grade for three years, which made him lose many people in the village. Delicate, a little impatient.

Slowly he also came to realize that although the elder son is honest, he does his duty. He earns work points by working honestly, earns work points by himself, and does not steal or rob. The couple are hardworking people, but they cannot become rich , and absolutely not hungry.

Song Cun is good at studying, and he is also diligent when he comes home, no matter what kind of dirty work he does, his grandfather said that it is good to get along with his classmates at school. People who are literate, diligent, and know how to behave in the world can survive no matter where they go.

Only the youngest son is weak, not to mention the typical example is that people say that he can’t do anything, and that he doesn’t have enough food. Let him very disappointed.

Zhang Xiaohua gave him a blank look: "What are you doing so fiercely?" Then she said to Song Zhiwen: "It's not good for your father to eat. There are too many doughs today. I haven't finished rolling them yet. I'll roll them for you again."

Song Dazhuang stared, and said loudly: "Don't roll it, he's used to it. People can't eat enough, so he's the one who picks and checks."

He figured it out, children can't get used to it, and if they get used to some problems, they are the parents who suffer. If he was more dignified, the eldest son would not separate from him, the second son would not dare to confront them again and again, and Xiaomi would not be angry with her mother and run away without cooking. And Zhiwen, this tastes bad, that tastes bad, spoiled, can they count on him when they get old?

Zhang Xiaohua was startled by his stare, and came back to her senses: "Why are you yelling, the child has a bad appetite, so just eat if you don't want to. What does it matter?"

Song Zhiwen pursed his lips and looked aggrieved.

Seeing the grievance on his face, Song Dazhuang got angry: "Are you still wronged? What can you be wronged about? If you want to eat, you can eat it, and if you don't eat it, you will fall down." After speaking, he looked at Zhang Xiaohua: "If you say you are not allowed to roll it for him, you are not allowed to roll it for him. Roll it out for him."

Song Zhiwen burst into tears, dropped his chopsticks and turned back to the house.

Song Dazhuang looked at his back and stared: "What kind of temper?"

This kid is really spoiled.

Zhang Xiaohua said unhappily: "What do you think the child is doing? I'll go and see him."

Stand up as you speak.

Song Dazhuang knocked on his chopsticks and shouted loudly: "Sit down and eat. See how he is used to by you, and the dough is not tasty, why don't you go to heaven?"

Zhang Xiaohua sat down slowly: "Really, really don't care about him?" She didn't dare not listen to the man's words, so she finally sat down.

Song Dazhuang said angrily, "It doesn't matter."

...

Mrs. Song also rolled noodles to eat tonight. After dinner, Song Cun watched Song Xiaomi sitting there not planning to move, and asked, "Is this what you intend to stay here all this time?"

Song Xiaomi pursed her lips and looked at Song Cun after a while: "I don't want to go back."

Song Cun looked at her and said, "Grandpa and grandma don't have your ration here. If you don't want to go back, just bring your ration here."

Song Xiaomi's face was a little embarrassed, and she said vainly, "I, I can't eat much either."

Song Cun said: "No matter how much you eat, grandma is old and can't earn work points, and she has to rely on her son to support her. It's okay to come over for a meal once in a while. If you plan to live here, you must solve your ration problem."

Song Xiaomi looked at her grandma and saw that they hadn't said anything. She was very embarrassed: "Where can I get rations?"

Song Cun looked at her lightly: "You are not stupid, I believe you can think of a way."

Song Xiaomi was a little disappointed. She wanted her second brother to go back to her parents to get food for her, but she didn't expect her second brother to be unwilling, so she had to figure out a way by herself.

The next day Zhang Xiaohua came back from the field and was about to cook, but found that the food was much less. She screamed: "There are thieves, there are thieves."

Song Dazhuang came over to take a look, and was also surprised: "Why is there so little food?"

Song Zhiwen came out of the house slowly: "There is no thief, but there is a house thief."

Zhang Xiaohua looked at him: "What do you mean?"

Song Dazhuang also looked at him anxiously, Song Zhiwen snorted: "Xiaomi came back a few times and took away the food from the family."

Song Dazhuang's face turned dark all of a sudden: "What is she doing with food? Isn't she eating at her grandma's?"

Zhang Xiaohua snorted coldly: "I think Er Cunzi is the one who teased her."

Thinking of this, she became furious, "It's fine for Er Cunzi to be unfilial himself, but he also encouraged Xiaomi to be unfilial as well. I really did something wrong in my previous life to give birth to such a thing that my relatives would not recognize."

Song Dazhuang looked at her impatiently: "Okay, what are you talking about? How do you know that Er Cunzi instigated it?"

Since Er Cunzi went to high school, although he was not close to them, he was still a little dissatisfied. But he was able to pass the high school entrance examination, and he was proud of being able to fight for their Song family. No matter how much his father looked down on him, the son he gave birth to was his father's favorite. Thinking of this, he was proud.

Zhang Xiaohua pursed her lips: "Then what do you think we should do? All the food was taken away by Xiaomi?"

Song Dazhuang looked at Song Zhiwen: "You stay at home, and if you see her getting food, won't you stop her?"

Song Zhiwen said, "How can I stop her?"

Song Dazhuang glanced at him, and really wanted to say something useful to you, but he thought that if he scolded him, he would cry, so he swallowed the words that came to his lips, and said impatiently: "Okay, okay, You go back to the house."

This is a young man of fourteen or fifteen years old, let his parents do everything, is it possible that they will be raised by them when they get married in the future? The more he thought about it, the colder he felt, the more he felt that he couldn't go on like this.

Song Zhiwen looked at Song Dazhuang carefully, and didn't know what was going on with his father. During this time, he was always disliked, he was a little wronged, and he didn't do anything. Why did he make his father dislike him?

Zhang Xiaohua asked again: "What should I do?"

Song Dazhuang glared at her angrily: "What can I do, the food has been taken to my parents, can I still get it back? Since she wants to eat at her grandparents, let her eat there. Let's cook, hungry."

Zhang Xiaohua worked for a day, but she didn't have any energy. When she came home, she had to cook, so she scolded Song Xiaomi angrily: "Damn girl, I won't come back to cook, I want to exhaust my mother to death."

Hearing his wife's scolding, Song Dazhuang didn't say a word, he squatted in the corner in a daze, he didn't understand why life was like this, it's great that the whole family is lively and lively, but now it's falling apart, what is the reason?

If Song Cun heard what he wanted, he would definitely tell him, why, of course it is because of your partiality. As long as you treat the children equally, it won't be like this.