"Don't believe it, my daughter-in-law said that Si Chen spent the past two days eating and sleeping in the fields day and night in order to harvest wheat!"

"Haha, you don't need your life to make money. Be careful, you have your life to earn, but you don't have to spend your life!"

"Mom Dazhu, what you said is too much. After all, Sichen is your junior, how can you curse others?"

"Why did I curse him? I told the truth! Oh, why don't you tell the truth?"

"Dazhu Mom, your father-in-law fled to our Sijia Village back then. If the old head of the Si family hadn't taken him in, how would he have survived?"

"Yes, they still take care of his food, drink, and housing, and they even arrange for him to get a wife. How can this not be the most benevolent thing?"

"Why do you insist on blaming me for my father-in-law's affair with rotten sesame seeds and rotten millet?"

"Hey, you! Okay, let's not talk about your father-in-law. When your old man married you, your mother's family insisted on two measures of wheat as a bride price. Isn't it because Grandpa Sichen helped me?"

"That's right, that was in the 1960s, who had so much wheat!" What a sky-high price for the gift!

Yang Dazhu's mother became even angrier when she mentioned this matter. She flicked her apron in her hand and said:

"It would be better if you don't get married! You don't have to marry and be a widow for so many years, with you rotten-tongued people constantly digging up old scores."

"What's the matter? I received a small amount of kindness back then, but I will be unable to hold my head high for the rest of my life, and will be humble in front of them?"

"Bah! This is a new society, and there is no such thing as enslaving people!"

"Don't mention those bad things to me back then, I don't care about their charity!"

After saying that, Dazhu's mother took a sip on the ground, turned around and left.

The aunts who were watching were simply shocked:

"Why is this damn old woman so angry?"

"Yeah, why does it involve slavery?"

"If you don't care about people's kindness, then you won't care about them. Why do you still hold grudges?"

When Dazhu's mother passed by Si Chen's locked door to her new house, she rolled her eyes proudly.

She subconsciously reached into her pocket with her hand, squeezed the slightly cold key, and snorted coldly in her heart:

Sooner or later, I will live in it!

…

Si Chen, after cleaning up, changed back into the clothes he wore when he first came here.

These days, the clothes he wears are either Zhao Yan's or Zhao Cheng's.

Zhao Yi is shorter and wears smaller clothes.

His own clothes were washed and put away temporarily by the third aunt.

Not long after finishing cleaning up the grain drying field, a heavy rain poured down!

Li Fumin and others, who originally left on bicycles, ran back in a panic.

It was lunch time, and Zhao San's house suddenly became lively.

There is no special good thing to entertain them these days, let alone the busy farming season.

Therefore, everyone is treated equally, and everyone has a bowl of glutinous rice noodles.

There were too many people, so some of them were diverted to eat at Zhao Cheng’s house next door.

Inside the house, two low-legged tables were placed on the big Kang, with three or four plates of pickled side dishes on them. There were five people at each table.

Si Chen originally didn't share the same table with Li Fumin, but he came over with a bowl in his hand, rubbing it against the pit, and said:

"You are quite interesting. You are willing to work hard and have personality. You are a good material."

Si Chen blinked and pretended to smile bitterly:

"Uncle Li, if it weren't for lack of money, who would be willing to suffer such a crime?"

"Oh? How much is missing? Let me hear it!" Li Fumin's man's damn desire to win emerged secretly.

Previously, Si Chen had lost face when he was harvesting wheat.

Now, he wanted to tease Si Chen.

"I have to make money to redeem my marital home. My father bought it for me. My father... has passed away. I can't lose my house anymore."

Si Chen spoke very pitifully, and his voice was vaguely choked up, with tears in his eyes.

When Li Fumin heard this, he immediately stopped teasing and became serious:

"Redemption coming? What's going on?"

"Zhou Zicheng from Zhoujiagou opened an underground gambling house. He deliberately set a trap for me and tricked me into going to his place. A group of people threatened me with guns and asked me to mortgage my wedding house to them. I couldn't even run away.

no chance."
Chapter completed!