Tan's words hit the point every word, leaving Yang Huazhong speechless and speechless.

After being silent for a while, Yang Huazhong tentatively asked Tan for advice: "Mom, why don't you always give your son a clear message? My father has been deliberately ignored by us, or should we just wait and see the consequences?"

Mrs. Tan picked up the needle and thread again, pushed it hard into the sole plate, penetrated it and pulled it out. She slowly uttered a few words: "Look at it first. I really regret it. It's not like this now. Is it sincere or perfunctory? I can hide it."

If you stay here, you can't escape my blind eyes."

Yang Huazhong nodded, "Okay, everything is up to my mother. My son will go out first."

"Come back." Tan called him again.

Yang Huazhong turned around: "Mother, what are your orders?"

"Come here and help me thread this needle and thread."

Mrs. Tan raised her hand, twisting a needle with one hand and pulling the thread with the other. She placed the half-cut sole plate on her leg.

Yang Huazhong felt sad for a while, and when he took the needle and thread, he said: "Mom, you have bad eyesight, so just don't do these needlework. Several daughters-in-law and granddaughter-in-law will not be short of your clothes, shoes and socks."

Mrs. Tan shook her head gently, "No one is short of me. I am also idle when I am free. I will do some needlework to pass the time. Otherwise, when the third girl gets married, I will be alone in this house and there will be no one to talk to."

Gone."

Yang Huazhong paused his hand slightly and glanced at Mrs. Tan secretly.

The sun outside was strong, but the light inside was dim. The wrinkles on my face were getting deeper and deeper, and the skin on the back of my hands was folded together, like withered tree bark.

His hair was mostly white, there were more age spots on his face and hands than before, and his empty eyes were a little moist. He sat there and turned his head to look out the window, but could not see anything.

Mom is really old.

Lonely, deserted, old...

Yang Huazhong's heart sank a little.

A little clumsily, she threaded the needle and thread and put it back into Mrs. Tan's hand, "Mom, even if the third girl gets married, there are still Yongzhi and Yongqing in the front and back yard. Besides, the fourth brother lives right across from you, and Tiedan also comes from time to time.

Run to your house, Mei'er is also married in the same village, and we will come over from time to time to talk to you, please... don't be sad!"

Mrs. Tan turned around, raised her hand and patted the outside of Yang Huazhong's arm: "What do I have to be sad about? I've been like this my whole life. You go and do your work, I'll do things by myself."

Yang Huazhong straightened up: "Okay, I'll come and pick you up when the party starts."

Not long after Yang Huazhong left, the three girls came over.

"Nai, the banquet will start in a while. I went to the kitchen just now and saw the lotus seed and white fungus soup being stewed. I brought you a bowl. You can drink it and watch. It will relieve the heat in this hot day."

The third girl put the bowl on the table next to Tan, and then looked at the shoe sole in Tan's hand.

"Hey, who are you getting these shoe soles for? Why are they so thick? How can you walk in these?" the third girl asked in confusion.

Mrs. Tan put down her shoe soles and reached out to hold the bowl and spoon. "I'll give you the shoe soles. I'll make them into a dowry and put them under the box to take to my husband's house."

The third girl was holding the sole of the shoe and turning it over and over to look at it. She was surprised when she heard this.

She was so surprised that she laughed: "Nai, are you worried that your granddaughter can't walk out because she's too short? Look, I've grown taller. I'm as tall as Sister Qing'er!"

Tan thought about it while stirring the sweet soup in the bowl with a spoon, "I still remember Fat Ya's height. I was not blind at that time. If you really grow to her height, you will be among the women.

It’s not easy to lose in a fight.”

"Ah?" The third girl opened her eyes wide, "Nai, why are you fighting?"

Mrs. Tan said angrily: "When you get married, even though there are no in-laws to pressure you, you are the master of your own family. This is a good side. But there is also a bad side."

"The bad side is that those blind sisters-in-law make things difficult for them, and those like my aunt deliberately use their seniority to suppress them. If you encounter a few quarrels and can't get over it, you may have to fight. It's not uncommon for women to fight.

, your mother used to get into fights with people in the village, and she tore out several handfuls of her hair!"

The three girls have black lines all over their heads.

"Nai, I don't quarrel with others, and I don't even fight." She said, squeezing the thick soles of her shoes in her hands.

"Besides, Brother Liu will protect me..."

When I said this, my face felt slightly hot, but fortunately my grandma couldn't see it.

Tan snorted, "He protects you? He can't tie you to his belt and protect you all the time, can he?"

"Third girl, you have a simple mind. Your stupid parents didn't teach you a lot about how to be a human being. Even if they did, they wouldn't be able to understand it, because they have lived in confusion all their lives."

"I'm telling you, we women, relying on heaven and earth, relying on men and relying on children, are not reliable in the end. Only by relying on ourselves can we be truly capable."

"If nothing else, let's talk about your fat sister..."

"Nai, it's Sister Qing'er. Sister Qing'er isn't fat at all. Why do you keep calling her Fatty?"

"I'm used to it, and I can't change it. Besides, it sounds so nice, and it makes people feel lucky. In the past, when your aunt was not out of the government, she was so chubby that she was like a flower in every village in the world. Later she got married and had children.

I’ve lost weight and I don’t know how ugly I am!”

The third girl couldn't laugh or cry. If her aunt and sister Qing'er heard about this aesthetic concept, they wouldn't know what to think...

"Mom, let's not talk about the fight. Then tell me, are you giving me the soles of these shoes for me to wear?"

The third girl asked again, bending down and pointing the shoe sole to her feet, "Hey, the sole of these shoes is several inches bigger than my feet. I may not be able to wear it..."

Mr. Tan was already drinking, smiling proudly as he drank: "These shoe soles are not given to you to wear, but to keep in your hand as a weapon."

"Making weapons? What do you mean?"

"Hey, you girl is really stupid. If you are fighting with others, what's the use of just scratching them with your fingers? When the time comes, you can put these shoe soles on your body and hide them in your lower back to fight with those concubines.

Just take it out and use it. If the family buys a maid and the servant is disobedient, use this lesson as well."

"I'm telling you secretly, I've added some ingredients to the soles of these shoes. If you slap them on your face, it'll be so painful that you won't suffer any loss in a fight..."

The third girl laughed when she heard this.

I waved the soles of my shoes in the air a few times, imagining that scene and couldn't help but laugh again.

"Mistress, are you deliberately trying to laugh me to death? I am getting married, not going to the battlefield! Are you preparing a kitchen knife for me?"
Chapter completed!