sbdcsierra Chapter 462 My Cousin is the White Moonlight of Our Time (Part 3)
Chapter 462 My Cousin is the White Moonlight of Our Time (Part 3)
Before the sun sets.
Song Ping took Song Chong home.
Song Shi followed his two older sisters around like a little shadow, from the yard to the kitchen, and then to the vegetable garden to help.
The muttering voice sounded like someone reciting a text.
“Song Yinyin was seen catching fish to eat.”
"They're trying to frame me."
"Sis, did I use the right words?"
“We go to that place all the time, but we’ve never seen any fish.”
Song Ping thought to himself that at least the other person had some kind of halo.
You have to have some skills that you can be proud of.
However, that's not her main focus right now.
"What? You're playing by the water?"
In a second, Song Shi transformed into Song Laoshi, obediently offering his buttocks for his second sister to kick.
"I...I didn't go into the water, I just watched from the water's edge."
Song Zhong spoke on behalf of his eldest sister.
"Just looking at it won't do. Aren't you afraid of falling down, growing bigger, and then exploding with a bang?"
This refers to the concept of giants.
Song Chong witnessed this when he was a child, carried on his older sister's back.
I was deeply impressed; watching it could save me a day's worth of food.
Speaking of food.
Song Zhong's mood wasn't so good.
I'm never full, not even every day.
"Sister, when will we be able to have enough to eat?"
They also need to be able to eat fatty meat at every meal.
Song Ping said, "I'll fulfill your little wish in my dream tonight."
In just a few words.
Song Ping's parents also returned carrying baskets.
Song Guoqiang pushed the door open and came in first, followed by Song Pingniang and Gao Xiaohong.
Song Shi, like a lackey, went to serve tea and water to his parents.
Hopefully they'll go easy on me because I'm honest.
Ugh.
Being the youngest child in the family is tough.
Gao Xiaohong did not disappoint Song Shi and rewarded him with a meal of stir-fried meat with tree branches.
Song Guoqiang chuckled and went to the water's edge to take a cold shower and wash his clothes.
The family of five sat down at the dinner table.
It was already getting dark.
By the dim light of day, Song Ping crushed a few eggs for them and divided them into portions.
Strive to be impartial and unbiased.
Song Ping waited and waited until everyone had finally fallen asleep.
Before she went out to do good deeds and cause trouble.
She even arranged a luxurious meal for Song Zhong, just like the ones in her dreams.
hum.
All that's left is the Fu family dog.
Arriving early is not as good as arriving at the right time.
Song Ping crossed mountains and rivers to arrive at the shack where Fu Gou lived.
Crouching low, I watched as Old Man Fu disciplined his grandson.
Don't cause trouble in the production team.
What if someone finds out? These people in the production team have noses that are sharper than dogs.
If we get caught, it will affect our plans to return to the city.
Fu Wenliang immediately understood and indicated that he would stir up trouble in other production teams.
It's impossible not to do it.
He was never a kind person to begin with, but he always did things discreetly.
Their usual tactic is to bewitch people.
Tell someone to go and die.
The targets are all destitute or neglected lower-class people.
Song Ping picked at his ears.
Did she hear it correctly?
Under et al?
What kind of mess is the Fu family?
“Tongzi, Tongzi, Fu Wenliang’s parents, uncles and aunts, you should go and investigate quickly. The Fu family’s family values are not right to raise such a thing.”
Tongzi agreed.
Song Ping didn't want to listen to the Fu family's nonsense anymore.
She climbed up the back hill and rummaged around, causing a huge boulder to fall from the sky onto the Fu family's exquisite and unassuming little shack.
Hey.
Fu Gou and his grandparents were both crippled.
His lower body turned into a bloody pulp, but his upper body was barely hanging on and wouldn't die.
The mixture of minced meat and dirt, along with the stench of blood, made one instinctively back away.
Tan Jingyan huddled in the crowd.
She doesn't call me "brother" like she used to.
nonsense.
She went to the countryside hoping to gain some camaraderie through shared hardship, and whether or not things went smoothly, she could benefit from it later.
It's not about sacrificing yourself to become a nanny.
At this point, Tan Jingyan had already thought of contacting her family to arrange a marriage.
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Song Ping was in a hurry to go home and sleep.
He flicked a fat Gu worm into Tan Jingyan's mouth and then left.
Time quickly came to morning.
The meat paste incident had not yet reached the Gaoshan production team.
As a young woman, Song Ping got up early to go to the fields with her parents.
Maybe it's because I enjoyed the baked eggs yesterday.
Song Guoqiang and Gao Xiaohong felt full of energy.
The two looked at each other.
His eyes were filled with longing for full work points.
Song Ping pursed his lips and smiled inwardly.
My high-energy eggs aren't just for you guys. Keep up the good work, Mom and Dad, work hard in the fields to support the family.
After dreaming about eating all night, Song Zhong felt full of energy.
She also got up early and started working with Song Shi, who was a year younger than her.
Digging for wild vegetables, earning work points, and cooking lunch.
He is very capable at such a young age.
They quickly outshone the other children.
It's mealtime.
Song Guoqiang held the broken bowl with a satisfied expression.
My kid is so well-behaved, there's just no way to deal with him, haha.
Song Guoqiang made these remarks in comparison to the Huang family next door to the old house.
Old Man Huang, who lives next door to Old Man Song, has three daughters and one son.
These three women married nearby.
Every few days, she would bring her child back, and the child would fight with Huang Laotou's granddaughter, Huang Xiaogua.
Old Huang's only son watched with amusement as his daughter was beaten.
When Song Guoqiang went to the old house, he could often hear the sound of Huang Laotou's eldest granddaughter crying in despair.
And the screams of the enemy camp.
I can’t figure it out.
"Xiao Hong, do you think Old Huang's granddaughter was adopted?"
Gao Xiaohong, slurping kimchi, rambled on as she judged the case.
"Maybe it was stolen, hahaha, otherwise who would name a child cucumber?"
Song Ping couldn't help but raise her eyebrows; her mother really had a wild imagination.
However, Huang Xiaogua is indeed a member of the Huang family.
Why do you think I got beaten up?
Aunts who have been mistreated at their husbands' homes can return to their parents' homes and say a few nice words to their brothers in exchange for free punching bags.
Huang Xiaogua's father might have a brainstem deficiency.
Song Ping decided to take Huang Xiaogua's father for a brain examination that evening.
Song Guoqiang was unaware of these things.
He felt that the three daughters of the Huang family were bullies who were afraid of the strong and disliked their brothers, but only dared to bully Huang Xiaogua.
"Xiaoping, Xiaozhong, I'm telling you, you can't do this kind of thing in the future."
If you're angry, take it out on the men, or you can take it out on Song Shi.
We must never end up like those lunatics in the Huang family.
Song Guoqiang wasn't just talking nonsense.
The bruises on Huang Xiaogua's body are undeniable.
The production team inspected it several times.
They all disliked contacting the Huang family.
They also forbade the children in the family from having any contact with Old Man Huang's grandson.
I'm afraid my own child will learn this kind of baseless evil.
In the production team, apart from a few families that severely favored sons over daughters, no one was close to Huang Xiaogua's aunts.
Song Shi understood what her father meant.
His face immediately turned more bitter than a bitter melon.
Why do people only have one butt? If they had multiple butts, they wouldn't be afraid of being kicked.
Song Chong happily agreed.
He promised to discipline his underlings properly.
It's best to train your younger brother to be your successor.
That way, when I go to school, someone can protect my older sister.
No.
Song Ping looked puzzled.
You're just a little kid, but does Song Shi not need to go to school?
whee.
Song Ping realized that he didn't seem to need to go to school.
My mood instantly brightened.
The way he looked at Song Shi became even more strange.