Home of Rebirth

On the eleventh day of that year, Xia's mother still stopped Xia's third child, and they did not go to the uncle's house.

Because for uncle's idea, Xia's mother felt that he could not accept it.

"The third son's head is not as sharp as others. Others don't know, but he is an older brother. Isn't it just because the old man gave us the house, he is unwilling in every possible way, and insists on poking something out." Mama Xia Sitting cross-legged on the kang, he gritted his teeth and complained to Zhao Yuexia: "Third sister, tell me, is there such a thing? Why, Xia Lao Liu is still a god, why should my third son retire if he wants to go to work, then Boss Xia If he is so capable, why doesn't he step back to make room for his younger brother?"

Zhao Yuexia also sighed, and asked: "Then what are you going to do, just keep hiding like this, if one day comes, I will tell you clearly, just like your third son Xia, I can't help them fooling around, don't carry it back then You helped them"

"Dare!!" Xia's mother glared: "I told Xia Lao San, if he dares to give up the job to Xia Lao Liu this time, I will take the child away, and I will not live with him!!"

"Speaking out of anger?" Zhao Yuexia glanced at her sister angrily, and then continued, "Let's find a chance to talk to them face to face, after all, they are Xia Laosan's brothers, and you can't stop them from not contacting each other." ah"

Xia Yue was doing his homework in the hut while listening to the movement outside. Facing his mother's fierce words, he understood, because he was also a little angry, and it was not a matter of working or not. Get up and bully his father.

Thinking of this, he put down the pen in his hand, looked up at the time, his father was about to leave work.

He thought for a while, and went out to pick up his dad home.

In the past two days, because of Uncle Six's affairs, Xia's mother has never given Xia Lao San a good face, which caused the air pressure in the house to be a little low.

When he was going out, he happened to see Meng Huaiyuan coming to their house to look for him, so he decisively climbed onto Meng Huaiyuan's back and asked him to carry him on his back.

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The bicycle Xia Laosan rode was assembled by himself, because his family was struggling at the time and had no money to buy a new one, so he bought a worn-out bicycle that was not wanted by others and bought a scrap iron bicycle, and then disassembled and installed one by himself. In this way, it is much stronger than the ones sold on the street, and it looks better.

He took out the car from the shed of the factory, and the lady in charge of the shed handed him the small card for storing the car in one hand, and brought him a bag of steamed bean paste buns in the other hand.

Xia Lao San refused: "Ma'am, I don't want it, you can leave it for your grandson to eat, I have everything at home."

"Hurry up and take it, I steamed it at home, it doesn't have much money"

The aunt who manages the carport is surnamed Yu. His wife used to work in this factory, but he died of a cerebral hemorrhage, leaving only one son who was only in primary school. She was also a colleague, who was almost a few years younger, but died in a car accident a few years ago, leaving her with a five-year-old grandson.

After two days of crying, this person finally persuaded her to think about it and put her grandson in her arms. This gave the poor woman the confidence to live. The factory leaders knew about it. Due to her family's situation, she was exceptionally allowed to take care of the carport, and she was given some money every month to support the family.

Because Xia Laosan and her son are colleagues, so when the past few years were difficult, he always brought her and her grandson something to eat, and bought clothes for the child during the New Year's Eve.

Therefore, everyone in the factory felt that Xia Lao San was stupid, and no one wanted to associate with him. Only this Aunt Yu remembered his kindness, and it hurt to treat him as her godson, and occasionally she would make something to eat at home. Yes, let him take it back, and when Xia Yue was a child, he had to wear cotton padded clothes and cotton trousers. At that time, he didn't buy children's clothes, and Xia's mother didn't know how to make them, so she made them all.

Third Xia looked at the red bean paste bun, but still refused to accept it. Last time, she was scolded by Xia's mother for accepting some edamame from her.

Xia's mother felt that it was not easy for the old man to take care of a child by herself, so she didn't feel anything about sending it out by herself, so how could she still receive other people's things.

"Why?" Old Madam Yu gave him a sideways glance: "Your wife won't let you take it?"

Third Xia was a little embarrassed, but still nodded.

"What are you afraid of? Just take it. If she dares to scold you, you can tell her to tell me." Aunt Yu put the bean paste bag into Xia Laosan's car basket abruptly, and then drove him out: "Let's go, let's go, ride slowly on the road, don't rush to the road with the car in a daze, ah, be more careful, remember your brother's lesson!!!"

"Then..." Third Xia was a little embarrassed: "Then thank you, auntie."

"Thank you, let's go"

Third Xia thanked Mrs. Yu, and pushed out the cart. At this time, the workers in the factory had already left. He rode his bicycle home, and when he was waiting to ride to Anqiaotou, he saw Boss Xia. He and Xia Laoliu were waiting for him on the way.