Fighting

The people gradually disappeared in the distance, and Chang'an took out the heavy little stone in her arms.

  "Aunt, aunt! It's beautiful!"

  She handed the golden stone to her aunt.

  Wu was startled, and quickly took the stone and looked at it carefully.

  She had never seen gold, but she knew that gold was golden yellow, and her heart couldn't help but pounding.

  "Where did you pick it up?" Wu asked in a low voice.

  Chang'an pointed at the stone: "That, over there!"

  Wu ran over a few steps, looked at the direction where Xiao Zhao and the others disappeared, and then squatted down and scratched with a sickle.

  There was nothing except broken stones.

  Wu carefully put the golden stone in her arms, and whispered to Chang'an: "Don't tell anyone that you picked up a stone, okay?"

  Chang'an nodded: "No, don't tell!"

  Wu's heart was pounding, and she didn't go to dig wild onions, but stood on tiptoe to look towards the jujube forest.

  After waiting for her husband to come back, she suppressed her excitement and asked, "Did you find any sour dates?"

  Song Sanshun took out a handful from his arms and said, "I only found these few, and they have all been picked."

  Usually sour dates are picked before they are ripe, and even if some are missed, they will either rot or be eaten by birds.

  Today, he was lucky and found a dozen or so that were not bad, just right for Changan to eat.

  "Here, try it." Sanshun stuffed one into his wife's mouth and put the rest into Changan's small pocket.

  Changan picked up one and imitated his uncle, stuffing one into his aunt's mouth, and then stuffing one into his uncle's mouth, and then put one into his own mouth.

  It was a little sour, but also a little sweet.

  Changan squinted and smiled, "Good, delicious!"

  Sanshun touched his niece's head, put on the backpack, picked her up and walked back.

  Wu also put on the backpack and followed her husband.

  Changan lay on his uncle's shoulder, meowing, calling Huahua to come over.

  Huahua jumped out of the bushes with a half-eaten bird in her mouth.

  The two of them, a child and a cat, walked slowly back to the village.

  "Sanshun, what did you make?" a villager asked curiously.

  Sanshun replied, "Lard fruit."

  The villager pulled the backpack, "What are you going to do with all these? You don't want to make oil soap, do you?"

  Sanshun agreed.

  He did want to make some oil soap, but he didn't have money to buy lard. He

  had already spent some of the one or two taels of silver from the family division to buy grain seeds, and the remaining penny could not be used.

  "Oh, it's not cost-effective to make oil soap. It can't be sold at a high price in our place. You have to go to the temple fair twenty miles away." A villager shook his head, "If it doesn't work well, you can lose all the money for the lard."

  Sanshun said honestly, "I'll try it a little bit, and if it doesn't work, I'll use it for my own use."

  Pushing open the courtyard door made of firewood, the couple walked in.

  The main door of the main house was only locked with the door nose, and there was no lock.

  Of course, it was also because the family had no money to buy a lock and there was nothing to steal, so they could only lock it like this.

  After putting down Chang'an, the two put the backpack into the house and went to find a few bamboo strips to prepare to peel the fruit.

  After a winter of drying, the fruit was completely dry and easy to peel.

  Seeing that no one was following them, Wu took her husband to the inner room.

  She took out the golden stone from her arms and whispered, "Look, is this gold?"

  Sanshun was stunned for a moment, took the stone and put it in the light of the window to look at it carefully. The more he looked, the more surprised he became: "Where did it come from?"

  "I found it in Chang'an." Wu suppressed her joy and urged, "Look quickly, is it gold?"     Samsoon put the stone in his mouth and bit it slowly, then looked at it again and nodded: "It looks like gold."

  Brass has a little red color, while this stone is almost bright yellow, which is undoubtedly gold.

  He weighed it and it was several taels.

  Samsoon was a little at a loss.

  If it was really gold, how would he spend it?

  Wu noticed that something was wrong with her husband and snatched the stone away: "Since it is gold, let's put it away quickly."

  She warned: "Don't tell those people in your family! Otherwise, I will never let you go."

  "I'm not stupid, why would I tell others." Samsoon glanced at his wife in dissatisfaction, "We can't show this thing in public, it would be bad if outsiders knew about it."

  Wu smiled and nodded: "I know."

  She found a piece of linen, wrapped the small stone layer by layer, and then found a pottery bowl, put it in, and buried it in the corner.

  Then she moved a broken wooden box and placed it in the corner.

  A smile spread across Wu's face, and she said softly, "We'll take it out when Chang'an grows up, so that we can buy her a dowry."

  Samsoon glanced at his wife, feeling a little sad.

  At this moment, the smile on his wife's face was so relaxed, without any sadness, all because of the stone.

  If this thing wasn't gold, wouldn't she be happy for nothing?

  "Xiuying, let's go to Taiping Township to see your parents in a few days." Samsoon sat down and began to peel the wood berries.

  Wu was surprised: "Really? When are we going?"

  This year during the Spring Festival, she only stayed at her parents' house for one day and came back because she had no money and didn't bring any medicine for her brother.

  Two months have passed, and I wonder how her brother is doing?

  "We'll go back after we sell these wood berries."

  Sanshun pinched the round, black, shiny beads and looked at them: "Don't you want to make a string of beads? I'll go to Carpenter Zhang and borrow a drill to drill holes."

  "Okay."

  As the two were talking, Chang'an ran in quickly, crying and complaining: "Bad, bad cousin hit Huahua again!"

  Wu stood up and walked out of the house quickly.

  Sure enough, Song Chengye was at the gate of his yard, holding a bamboo stick in his hand, chasing Huahua and hitting her.

  Huahua screamed and fled in all directions, but was blocked by the big black dog and Song Xiyue.

  "What are you doing?" Wu shouted loudly.

  She raised the cat by herself, and now they have separated, but these two little guys are still not quiet, and they even chased her home to beat the cat.

  Song Chengye followed the adults' example and didn't take his third aunt seriously. He snorted coldly, "The cat came to my house to steal food again. I will beat it to death today!"

  "What did it steal from your house?" Wu went over to rescue the cat.

  As a result, Song Chengye hit Wu fiercely with the bamboo stick in his hand, cursing, "It stole! It's a thief just like you!"

  Changan was furious when he saw that Song Chengye dared to hit his aunt. He rushed over like a small cannonball and pushed him hard.

  Song Chengye was caught off guard and was pushed far away by Changan, knocking down the fence.

  After a moment of stunnedness, Song Chengye burst into tears.

  Changan was still not satisfied, so he chased after him and hit him hard in the face with his little fist.

  Song Chengye cried even harder and shouted for his sister to help.

  Song Xiyue immediately ran over to help, and finally wrestled with Changan.

  Wu wanted to pull the two children apart, but when she saw that Changan was not at a disadvantage, she stopped.

  The four-year-old Song Xiyue struggled with the three-year-old Chang'an, and in the end, she was pinned down.

  Chang'an heard his little cousin's inner voice again: [Damn it! Why is she so strong? Ahhhh! Why can't I beat her? ]

  (End of this chapter)