In the age of rebirth, I became popular in the pastoral live broadcast

After get off work, Song Hongguo picked up her child and heard Ling Zhi say, "Mom, aunt said that she and her uncle will treat you and Uncle Huo to dinner at noon tomorrow. It's all arranged at the Oriental Hotel."

"Did your aunt ask you to deliver the message?"

"Well, I also explained that my uncle was busy with work before and never took time out. He also said that she is a sister and there is no reason for you to treat me."

"Did you specifically mention your Uncle Huo's name, or did you say it in passing out of politeness?"

"I looked at it as if I wanted to emphasize it."

Song Hongguo twitched the corners of her mouth and her face became a little pale.

Ling Zhi asked, "Are you unhappy? Are you disappointed with your aunt? Her motives for inviting you to dinner are not pure, and maybe she also wants to win over Uncle Huo..."

Song Hongguo shook her head, "It's impossible to talk about it. She and I haven't seen each other for more than ten years. How much affection can we have? I am grateful for her care when she was a child, but now that she has a husband and a daughter, her thoughts are naturally more focused on them and for them. It’s just human nature to think about your plans, there’s nothing to be disappointed about.”

Ling Zhi frowned, "But you are sisters, and she treats you like this..."

The little boy couldn't understand it. He couldn't imagine that he would hurt his own brother for the sake of others in the future.

Song Hongguo smiled and said, "It's true that we are biological sisters. She also treats me with affection. It's just that affection can be strong or weak. It depends on who is far away and who is close. Once a woman gets married, she will most likely take care of her own family first. , this is reality and it is normal, just like you and Xiaoyuan, after you each marry and have children in the future, you will naturally put your own family first."

Ling Zhi said without thinking, "No."

Ling Yuan also said in a coquettish voice, "I can't do it either. Mom and brother are more important."

Song Hongguo didn't argue with them. After all, what they said now was true and they didn't mean to sell it out. In the future, when they have a small family, they will be in a different state of mind. It's not like their feelings have faded at that time. It's just that there is a sequence of emotions.

After returning home, Song Hongguo had just entered the kitchen to cook when there was a knock on the door. The sound was urgent and there was a faint cry of pain. Ling Zhi opened the door and saw Zhao Zhenhua rushing in with a man on his back and sweating profusely.

"what happened?"

"I cut off the corn stalks until I cut my feet. Cousin, please show me quickly!"

"Hurry and carry him into the east room."

"well……"

There was an earthen bed in the cubicle of the east room. After Zhao Zhenhua put the person on it, he was so tired that he squatted on the stool next to him and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Song Hongguo hurriedly stepped forward to check. The opponent's foot was severely chopped with a sickle, and the bones were almost visible. "I'm afraid a few stitches will be needed."

Zhao Zhenhua said without hesitation, "Then it will be stitched. Will it affect my walking in the future?"

While busy working, Song Hongguo explained, "After it is raised, it won't be infected. You can't go to the ground in the short term. You have to come here every other day to change the medicine. You also have to take medicine to prevent and treat infection."

Zhao Zhenhua nodded in response.

Song Hongguo used anesthetic on the other party, sewed up the wound neatly, and then applied powder to bandage it. It only took more than ten minutes to treat it properly.

Thank you very much. Song Hongguo said a few polite words, took out two more anti-inflammatory pills, watched him take them, and said, "You can rest here for a while and observe if everything is okay before leaving."

The other party kept saying "Okay, okay..."

Song Hongguo and Zhao Zhenhua left one after another and returned to the kitchen. She washed her hands, took over the work she had just left, kneaded the dough, and asked casually, "He looks strange to me. He is from our production team." Bar?"

Zhao Zhenhua sat on the horse next to him and drank a few sips of water from the enamel jar before responding, "He is from our production team, or from our Zhao family, but he has been in the fifth server. His name is Zhao Dayong. He is very honest. He is dull and unpopular at home. His biological mother is gone long ago, and now this one is the stepmother in the family."

Song Hongguo said "oh".

Zhao Zhenhua continued, "When his father was still alive, he could still have enough to eat. Since his father is gone and his stepmother is in charge, he has been hungry and full. The reason why he was injured today is also because he was hungry. , who doesn’t have three meals a day during the autumn harvest? I’m afraid that working with an hungry stomach will ruin your health. His stepmother is better, her face is sweet and her heart is bitter. She said there are three meals, but two of them are clear soup and little water. He has a big meal Young man, you got another ten work points, it’s no wonder you’re so dizzy if you’re not hungry!”

"That's why you accidentally cut your foot?"

"Well, I don't care if I get injured. I just need to let some of the mother-in-law die. Damn, there's so much blood, and the mother-in-law doesn't care! They really want Dayong to die."

"Can't we separate the family? Since he can get ten work points, it's more than enough to support himself."

Zhao Zhenhua sighed, "The stepmother is also a mother. If you want to separate the family, you have to bear the criticism of others. I'm afraid it will be difficult. Moreover, if the family is divided, you will be divided into houses and food. His stepmother will definitely not be willing to part with it. He has married his own son, so maybe he will let him go out and live alone."

Song Hongguo frowned, "Uncle, you don't care?"

Zhao Zhenhua smiled bitterly and said, "What do you care? If other things are okay, how about dividing the family? Believe it or not, if my father dares to open this hole, I don't know how many families will be in trouble later."

In the countryside, sometimes laws are no bigger than rules passed down for thousands of years.

When Song Hongguo heard this, she understood it in her mind, but she couldn't say anything, so she changed the topic, "I think the corn cobs are almost finished, right? Are you going to dig the sweet potatoes?"

Zhao Zhenhua followed her words and started chatting. It wasn't until half an hour later, when he saw that Zhao Dayong was fine, that he put down the money for the medicine and left with him on his back.

After dinner, it was getting dark, and candles were lit in the room. Ling Zhi was concentrating on weaving a cushion out of corn husks, meticulously, like an old master.

Song Hongguo brought some corn in and rubbed the corn kernels slowly and slowly. There is no threshing machine now, so she can only do it manually, little by little.

Ling Yuan also helped with the rubbing. Despite his small hands, he was not slow at work.

The radio nearby was playing the current news, with many mentions of food substitutes, production promotion, and the autumn harvest that was going on in full swing.

Because of the two extra rains in the city this year, the crops are growing better than elsewhere, and the yield is bound to be much higher. I don't know who will be responsible for this achievement.

Song Hongguo thought of the elder brother Xu Xianghong she met on the night of National Day. Judging from his appearance and demeanor, he was very fond of him. It would be great if he could take another step forward...

After working hard until almost ten o'clock, the mother and son went to bed on the kang.

The system came back at this time and reported to her the results of the past few hours in an excited tone, "Yang Rongyue's matter has been directly passed over to the county and returned to the city to take over. I see that she looks calm, not panicked at all, but seems to be sure of herself." It’s not like she’s really in trouble. If this woman wasn’t a villain, people would admire her calm demeanor in the face of battle. It’s a pity that her mind is not right and her intelligence is not used to the right place..."