In the next few days, both the Sun family and the eldest Sun family were actively preparing for Lao Suntou's sixtieth birthday in private.

No, in the afternoon, Mrs. Sun came back from the school after lunch, and sat in the room making clothes and collecting shoes for Lao Suntou.

Yang Ruoqing handed Baby Luo to Xiaohua Xiaoduo and asked them to take the baby to Yang Huamei's place to play with Dabai and Xiaohei.

And I went straight to my parents' house to help Mrs. Sun make clothes and shoes for the old Sun Tou.

"Qing'er, do you think this material would be good for making pants for your grandpa?"

Sun picked up a piece of fabric and asked Yang Ruoqing for her opinion.

Yang Ruoqing looked at it and said: "This material is good, resistant to dirt, and relatively strong. He goes in and out of the pig pen every day, so these pants are good."

He touched it carefully and said, "And the material is of moderate thickness. It's spring and the weather is getting warmer. I think it can be worn for two or three months. I'll change into summer pants in the summer."

Sun laughed and said, "That's what I planned too. Then I'll make two pairs and let him wash them and change them."

"Great." Yang Ruoqing said, retracting her gaze and then taking the shoes in her hand.

These shoes were also made for Lao Suntou.

As he was putting away his shoes, his mind couldn't help but remember that he had just traveled here a few years ago.

Lao Suntou came over to deliver some food to his daughter and son-in-law, who had just separated. He also drove a cow over.

At that time, Yang Huazhong's leg injury was not healed and he was still paralyzed in bed. It was his father-in-law and his father-in-law who went to plow the fields.

Because she had an affair with Chen Hu and Chen Xiong, two sons of Butcher Chen, they threw broken bowls into her field.

As a result, Lao Suntou's feet were cut very deep, and a lot of blood flowed...

"Qing'er, if you're tired, just put it aside and take a rest. I'll pick up the shoes when I finish making the pants."

Sun's voice reached her ears, bringing back Yang Ruoqing's thoughts that had drifted away.

She raised her eyes and glanced at the woman next to her, smiled and shook her head: "I'm not tired at all from bringing Gong's shoes."

Mrs. Sun smiled happily and said, "My Qing'er is the most filial."

Yang Ruoqing curled her lips: "This is also like my parents."

Parents are their children's best teachers. They teach through words and deeds and exert a subtle influence on them. Sometimes this influence can last a lifetime.

After hearing Yang Ruoqing's words, Sun's smile became even more satisfied.

Mother and daughter were busy, and Mrs. Sun came over with Xiao Jie.

"I poked my head towards the kitchen, and when I didn't see you, I knew you must be hiding in the house making clothes for our father."

Mrs. Sun laughed, sat down, picked up a piece of fabric and looked at it.

Mrs. Sun: "School has started, and I have to go to school to cook. There is no fire at home at noon, so naturally I won't stay in the kitchen."

Mrs. Sun nodded, looking at the pants in Mrs. Sun's hand and the shoes in Yang Ruoqing's hand, smiling happily.

"Our father doesn't know that we are planning something for him to celebrate his birthday." Mrs. Sun said in a low voice and mysteriously.

Xiaojie interjected: "I heard from my grandma that my father didn't even know that the eighth day of the lunar month was his birthday."

Da Sun said: "Your father didn't remember his birthday every year before. He only remembered the birthdays of you children. If he couldn't remember his own, he wouldn't remember it."

Xiaojie asked: "Why is this? You remember ours, but you can't remember your own..."

Mrs. Sun raised her hand and poked Xiaojie's forehead: "You girl, you are so stupid. Your master only cares about us, so he doesn't care."

Xiaojie said "Oh", as if she understood.

Here, Mrs. Sun paused her work and sighed softly.

That way, he seemed to be touched by Da Sun's words.

"Sister, I feel a little uncomfortable when I hear you say that." Sun said.

Da Sun asked with a smile: "What's wrong with you? I didn't say anything bad about you, sister, hahaha..."

Mrs. Sun squeezed out a wry smile and said, "I remember that in Sunjiagou, I was only the same size as Xiaojie."

"Life was really hard at that time. Throughout the year, I could count the number of times I ate meat on the palm of my hand."

When Mrs. Sun heard this, she laughed again and said, "It's just the Chinese New Year, your birthday, my birthday. Our family eats meat three times a year."

"If you can eat meat at other times, it must be the arrival of the most valuable relatives." She said.

Mrs. Sun nodded and sat a little closer to Mrs. Sun.

"Sister, do you still remember? One year it was my birthday. Our father went to the mountain market and brought back half a pound of pork belly."

"I remember that I was really the size of Xiaojie at that time, and you were a little smaller than Qing'er."

"I still remember that day my parents went to the fields to grab cotton. They were afraid that the cotton would rot in the fields when it rained, so they told us to cook dinner at home. Sister, do you still remember?" asked Sun.

Mrs. Sun thought for a moment and said, "Why don't you remember? I will never forget what happened that day in my life."

"Mom, aunt, what happened to you that day? Tell me quickly!"

Yang Ruoqing's curiosity was aroused and she quickly pressed her.

Mrs. Sun smiled and said: "That day, I was in charge of the ladle, and your mother put half a catty of pork on the fire and planned to braise it."

"While I was cooking, I suddenly got a stomachache, so I went to the toilet and asked your mother to watch the cooking time."

"When I finished and returned to the kitchen, there was a loud sizzling sound in the pot. I opened the lid and saw that half a pound of pork had been turned into an abacus. If I threw it on the ground, it would make a hole."

"ah?"

After hearing what Da Sun said, Yang Ruoqing was surprised.

"Mom, didn't you watch the heat?" She then asked Sun.

Mrs. Sun smiled bitterly and said: "I was young at that time, so I was overly happy when I saw that there was meat to eat."

"Your aunt went to the toilet and asked me to keep watch on the fire, so I buried myself in stuffing firewood into the stove. Alas, I didn't expect that it was all burnt."

Xiaojie rushed to ask: "What happened next? What did you eat?"

Da Sun said: "You can't eat anything, it will be burned into a pot of charcoal."

"Ah..." Xiaojie stuck out her tongue, and then asked: "Then will my grandma punish you when she comes back?"

Mentioning this, Mrs. Sun couldn't help but laugh.

"Your mother cried because she felt sorry for that meat. Your father... didn't say anything, didn't even curse. He turned around and left the house, and didn't come back until midnight." Da Sun said.

"What did my father do?" Xiaojie asked curiously.

Da Sun said: "Let your aunt say, she knows better than me."

Xiaojie then looked at Mrs. Sun.

Mrs. Sun's face was full of memories, and she sighed softly: "I saw your father left the house, and I felt guilty. At night, your mother and her mother ate some wild vegetable porridge and then went to bed and lay down."

"When I was sleeping until midnight, I heard someone calling me. When I opened my eyes, I saw your baby sitting beside my bed, holding a bowl in her hand."
Chapter completed!