Niu Dashan looked at his anxious father, pursed his lips, and wanted to speak but stopped.

"Dashan's father, look at you, you can leave some money for the child's hard work for a year! He has become a family member and always has a place to spend money! Besides, he is outside, there will inevitably be a time when he is not making up his hands!" Widow Zhang glanced at Niu Dashan, took out a string of copper coins from the package and placed it on the table.

"Dashan, you can't avoid spending money on this New Year and Festival. You can take this, and everyone in the village will join in the fun and play cards, and you can also play a few games!"

Niu Dashan was about to reach out, but Old Man Niu pulled him over: "You are teaching him to the bad path! You also asked him to learn how to play cards! No! I have to collect this money for him!"

Then he looked fierce at Niu Dashan: "If you dare not learn well, play cards, see if I don't break your legs!"

Niu Dashan looked at the string of money and said in a muffled voice: "Dad, I don't want to make money, just get some pocket money."

"When you come back, your family will naturally give you food and food. What pocket money do you need? Your wife has married and life is getting better! You don't know that your brother has not gotten married yet, so I have to build a new house for him and prepare a bride price? If you don't give me this money, what can I do?" Old Man Niu covered the money and stared at his eldest son with his eyes.

"Okay, I, I'll go back to sleep!" Niu Dashan returned to his room with a slouch.

"Hey, old man, look at you, the child has worked so hard for so long, what's wrong with getting some pocket money? You're so disagreeable..." Behind him, the voice of Widow Zhang came.

"He was spoiled by you! And his wife, too, every day, you can't do anything well, and you're spoiled!" Old Man Niu was still full of resentment.

Niu Dashan closed the door, locked all the bad noises behind him, and then took a deep breath. It was time for this day to change.

Early the next morning, Niu Dashan carried a shoulder pole and said to carry water. Then he arrived at the well that was the most crowded in the village.

There were already many people there next to the well platform. Some came to do laundry early in the morning, and some were waiting to carry water like him.

When he saw him, someone greeted him: "Dashan, are you back? Are you carrying water? Why didn't Cuihua come today?"

Niu Dashan nodded: "It's cold, the road is slippery, and the bucket is heavy. I'll just come."

"Dashan, you love your wife. Usually your wife Cuihua comes here. She is so thin and the bucket is so big. Every time she takes half a bucket, she has to walk back and forth to fill the water tank. We all look tired for her." An old lady rubbed her clothes while chatting.

"Dashan, your mother scolded Cuihua again last night. Is Cuihua okay? I heard from your third aunt next door that Cuihua was beaten by your mother several times, and they were beaten to death! You are back, at least take care of her, it is not easy for Cuihua!" Someone asked him curiously.

"Cuihua is fine, she fell down. My mother won't beat her, right? My mother said Cuihua is ignorant, lazy and greedy..." Niu Dashan looked silly.

"Why are you so easy to deceive? What's going on with your mother? Your father can't see clearly, and you can't figure it out either? You forgot that when you were a child, you fell on the river beach. She said you were playful, and you were beaten half to death by your father when you went back?" The person who spoke was so angry that he was so angry that he couldn't stand it.
Chapter completed!