Zanthoxylum bungeanum

Chapter 16 The wings are hard
Li Yan asked Li Ling to wait for the poverty alleviation cadres at the end of the village, and then walked into the village.

Filled with grievances and not wanting to go home for the time being, I chose a direction and walked aimlessly.

The uninhabited houses in the village look particularly dilapidated, with huge gaps in the dirt walls...

Li Yan unknowingly stopped in front of a brick house, which was the best house in the village. She remembered very clearly that in the rainy season when she was in fourth grade, it rained so hard that the school collapsed. The county specially allocated funds for schools built by Murakami.

It was the first time for Li Yan to see such a clean, tidy and bright classroom. After class, she didn't want to go home until her mother came to the school.

The ivy crawled all over the roof, like putting a green hat on the house, and the red bricks on the walls faded to a dull grayish yellow.

Li Yan sighed softly as she ran her finger over the blurred words on the wall, studying hard every day. Uncle Liu was right. A person who has received the education of the new era succumbed to his father's stupid arrangement, and read all the books for nothing.

Li Yan sat quietly at the door of the locked classroom, looked up at the empty flagpole at the school gate, and stood up and left until it was dark.

On the way home, I ran into the village head, Lu Zhengyong, with a surprised expression on his face, "Swallow, didn't you go to the county town with Director Liu?"

"My mother's legs are inconvenient. I want to stay and take care of her." Li Yan didn't like him, her tone was flat.

Lu Zhengyong knew that she didn't want to see him, so he simply said, "I talked to your dad all afternoon, and he has already admitted his mistake, so you can go home without worry!"

Li Yan nodded lightly, "Then trouble the village chief."

Back at the door of the house, before entering the house, I heard my father lecturing my mother, "Look at what kind of daughters you have raised, the big and the young are all turning their elbows outward, I am so mad."

Li Yan pushed open the door and walked in. Her mother was sitting on the stool in the guest room with her head bowed, silent.

"Swallow...why are you here?" Hearing the sound of the door opening, she raised her head to see her daughter with anxious eyes.

Li Yan walked to her side, "Mom, sit in the kitchen, I'll make dinner."

Li Xiangming turned black and scolded, "You damn girl, you actually asked Li Ling to call the police at the police station. There is no one in the world who treats his parents like this. He raised you so big for nothing, and his conscience was eaten by a dog!"

Li Yan was too lazy to talk, and helped her mother to the kitchen.

Li Xiangming followed behind them angrily, and raised his hand to threaten, "Li Yan, your wings are stiff, don't you think that I won't dare to hit you if you have someone to support you!"

Li Yan asked her mother to sit down on the stool, and looked at her father coldly, "Hit me, if you have the ability, beat me to death, or I will report to the police station with my injuries, and you will definitely be arrested. If you don’t bring you prison food, you’ll just wait to starve to death!”

Li Xiangming was so angry that he gritted his teeth, but he didn't dare to touch her with his palms. In the end, he just stomped his feet and turned around to leave the kitchen.

Li Yan's mother looked at her daughter in disbelief, dodging a fight like this?
For dinner, Li Yan cooked two bowls of vegetable lump noodle soup, one for each of her mother.

"Yanzi, although your father is wrong, he is your father after all, why don't you give him food." Li Yan's mother saw that her daughter was already washing the pot and dishes, so she knew that she hadn't cooked dinner for the man.

"Did Mom forget? Dad was angry with me last time and refused to eat the food I cooked. In the end, he ate it when you went to the kitchen." Li Yan thought about it all afternoon today. Zanthoxylum, I went to Uncle Liu to ask for a loan for the poverty alleviation planting. My father is a good planter, but he is not willing to go to the field these years, so he has to think about a way. Knowing that my mother is soft-hearted, I can’t tell the truth to her, just perfunctory past.

Li Yan's mother was right after thinking about it, so she kept silent.

(End of this chapter)