Liu Yuanhe held the pig-killing knife and chased him all the way to the mountains, trying to stop his son before he arrived at the forest.

But when he is older, he is older. Sometimes he can't accept his old age. Especially after working all day, his legs and feet are as sour and weak as if they were soaked in a vinegar jar, and even his lumbar spine is a little painful.

But he couldn't care about so much. No matter how painful it hurt, he had to grit his teeth and continue moving forward. After taking a breath, Liu Yuanhe continued to walk into the mountains.

The loneliness of the mountains and forests at dusk is like a man after middle age. It not only carries the continuation of life, but also carries the happiness of his children.

The forests can give flowers, plants, trees, birds and animals springs, soil, and cool breezes, and what he can give to his children seems to be a stubbornness from his father - he does not accept old age and dares not grow old.

When you are old, it will be useless. When you are old, you can no longer do anything for your children, and it will become a burden to your children.

He looked at the rugged and steep mountain road ahead, the dense trees, and the flocks of return birds that were blurred, and he felt a little desperate.

At his speed, how could he catch up with his young and strong son?

How can I stop him from meeting a wild boar?

How can I save him from danger?

I'm afraid he can only become a burden to his son.

Liu Yuanhe sat on the ground weakly, his head buzzing, and the pain in his lumbar spine also spread to the base of his thighs.

What a waste! He cursed himself in his heart, then raised his hands to support his knees, and then covered his tears-wet face with two calloused palms.

"dad!"

Liu Yuanhe was shocked all over, and he brought tears away the moment he let go. He turned around and looked at his son carrying a load of bamboo shoots in surprise.

"Dad, why are you here?" Liu Qingshan thought he had read it wrong. Unexpectedly, he was really a dad.

When Liu Yuanhe saw his son return safely, he didn't know what to say for a moment. He wanted to ask his son if he had something to do, but as soon as he opened his mouth, it changed: "What's wrong with you? It's almost dark, why are you still running to the mountains? Can those bamboo shoots be worth a thousand gold? Don't you know how worried your mother is? It's so big, and it doesn't even know that it makes people worry about you."

Liu Qingshan caught a glimpse of the pig-killing knife on the ground, and knew that his father must have been worried that he would follow him into the mountain after meeting a wild boar. So he didn't blame his father for his blame, but just smiled and said, "Hey, my mother knew that she was making a big deal. I told her that I was fast and I got home all at once, but she didn't believe it."

Liu Yuanhe snorted, "Okay, it's going to be dark. Go home quickly, otherwise your mother will be in a hurry."

As he said that, he endured the pain and walked forward.

Liu Qingshan called him: "Dad, your pig-killing knife has fallen."

When Liu Yuanhe heard this, he defended himself: "That's not my pig-killing knife."

Then, he didn't listen to his son's nonsense and walked in front.

Liu Qingshan was helpless and had to pick up the pig-killing knife on the ground and inserted it into the snakeskin bag.

When she got home, my mother was so anxious. All of a sudden, both men at home entered the mountains, and it was dark and they had not come back yet. How could she not be anxious?

She waited in the yard and kept watching the father and son entering the mountain path. After waiting for more than an hour, she finally got the figure.

As soon as she saw the two figures in front and back, the big stone hanging in her heart was then put down: "You are back. If you don't come back, the food will be cold."

Liu Yuanhe walked in front, walked around the old woman without saying a word, and walked directly into the house.

My mother didn't understand why, but she didn't bother to pay attention to him. Instead, she met her son directly and asked, "Qingshan, you didn't meet a wild boar."

"It's not such a coincidence. In one day, my family can meet wild boars twice? You really think that wild boars are so idle that they have nothing to do, so they are just waiting there for us to meet them." Liu Qingshan put down his burden and smiled, "Mom, look, my dad is so amazing. He has dug dozens of kilograms of bamboo shoots."

"Oh, so many." My mother looked at the two bags of bamboo shoots on the ground and said happily, "That's great. When you sell the bamboo shoots tomorrow, do you remember to give the money to your father. Don't really save it yourself, do you know?"

"Mom, you said yesterday that you left the money for me to marry a wife." Liu Qingshan didn't want his father's money at first, so he was deliberately teasing his mother.

My mother was really fooled, and patted him hard and said angrily: "You save it for him, what's wrong with making him happy? Will he not take it out when you get married in the future?"

"Okay OK, I get it."

"This is almost the same." Sometimes my mother looks like she loves her son more, and sometimes she looks like she feels more sorry for her old man.

But in fact, these two men are irreplaceable in her mind and are also the most important people in her life.

Especially the old bastard, although he always reciprocates with the women in the village, she also knew that the old bastard even had the lustful heart but no courage.

At night, she saw the old man tossing and turning and unable to sleep, so she asked, "What's wrong with you? You've been turning all night. If you don't sleep, the big rooster will crow."

"Oh, my waist hurts so much. I can't sleep." Liu Yuanhe said, covering his waist.

"Look at you, you are disobedient. I told you last night that you should not show off. You didn't listen. Now, it's okay. Is your waist aching? Do you know how to scream?" My mother scolded her father and turned over and got up, "Wait, I'll go get tea oil."

"Speak softly, don't let your son hear it." Liu Yuanhe pricked his ears and said as he listened to his son's snoring, "He is sleeping soundly."

"What's wrong with letting him hear it? If he wakes up, I'll let him come." My mother said, and she had already brought a white bottle of Anani.

Unscrew the lid, but there was a yellow and orange tea seed oil inside.

Then she took a tool from the nails on the window pole.

This instrument consists of two things: a wooden handle and a copper plate from the late Qing Dynasty.

This copper plate is embedded in the head of the wood handle and is closely linked to the wood handle, making it difficult to remove.

This utensil is called a copper crochet, which is specially used for scraping. It looks like a mini-paper. One is used to hoe the ground and the other is used to hoe the human body.

My mother held the copper coins and wiped them on her clothes, then clapped the old man who was covering the quilt and said, "Get up quickly."

Liu Yuanhe endured the pain, got up, sat on the small stool prepared by the old woman for him, lifted up her clothes, bent down, and gritted her teeth and said, "Do you bear it? He dug bamboo shoots for a day today, and he has to sell bamboo shoots again tomorrow before dawn. He has never rested this day. Do you bear to let him come?"

"Oh, you just feel sorry for your son, I don't feel sorry for you? But you have to see when you look at it, you are half dead. It's also worth asking him to scrape you. Who made him your son?"

"Stop talking, hurry up." Liu Yuanhe didn't want to argue with the old woman.

He really didn't have the energy to make a noise today.

My mother picked up Annekin's bottle, poured a little tea oil on Liu Yuanhe's back, and then quickly drew tea seed oil with copper coins, covering the old man's entire back with oil.

Then, she put her hands on her hips and held the copper coin hook in the other hand, and scraped Liu Yuanhe.

While scraping, he still criticized Liu Yuanhe: "Look, your wife is your wife. Whenever you feel uncomfortable, I will scrape you. Can those women scrape you now? Those people just see that you still have some strength and want to help you with work. Oh, do you really think you are young, beautiful, capable, and like a woman? You don't look in the mirror and see that you are like a ghost."

Liu Yuanhe ignored her, but felt the gradually unobstructed blood swimming in his body, and even his originally cold back slowly became warm.

In fact, he has a little bit of fun. He does not admit or deny this. However, he can swear that he has never done anything bad after getting married.
Chapter completed!