Others are fleeing famine, but I am a salted fish

Chapter 128 2 The bitch teaches her son

Fortunately, the ending is comfortable.

Several women and children who came over with high spirits to cause trouble were scolded by a group of villagers.

The village chief originally planned to have someone take these bastards over to apologize to them, but he didn't expect that they were so efficient that they had already packed up their things and drove their animals on the road.

Therefore, the lagging villagers also quickened their pace and packed up to get on the road. However, they only got clean water in the afternoon, and their brief relaxation was disturbed by this, and they began to feel anxious again.

This is Ergouzi and his mother.

During the fight, the rice that was spilled on the ground was not wasted. Ergouzi and his mother picked it up carefully, grain by grain.

Although the grain was mixed with mud and sand and had been stepped on several times, the mother and son said nothing. They just had red eyes and slowly shared the grain.

Not to mention the mud and sand, even if it rolled a few more times in the mud and sand, in their eyes, it was a life-saving delicacy. But the bowl was broken, and it should have been returned. What should I do now?

The mother and son were delayed in picking up rice and fell to the back of the team. They pushed each other as they walked and ate up all the remaining rice grains.

When his hands were free, Ergou carried the only bag carrying the mother and son in front of him, then pulled the mother over, carried her on his back, which was no longer strong, and hurried forward step by step.

He did not ignore the fact that his mother's legs were shaking and she was having trouble controlling herself, and he felt very uncomfortable.

Since he became the governor, his mother has always swallowed all the bitterness and pain by herself, and always provided him with food and drink. If there are any ugly rumors, as long as they involve him, his mother will always stand in front of him and protect him from the wind and rain.

But now, my mother is old, and although I have grown up, I am still unable to hold an umbrella for her to protect her from the wind and rain so that she can breathe.

Even what happened today was caused by him to his mother.

Sometimes, he couldn't help but wonder if he had done something wrong. Why did he clearly want to help others, but in the end he ended up making things worse, getting himself into trouble, and always causing his mother to suffer for him?

Ergouzi was extremely upset and felt deeply guilty towards his mother.

"Son, I'm fine, don't cry." When Ergou's mother reached out to wipe the wetness off her son's face, Ergou realized belatedly that he had been crying without realizing it.

He heard himself choking up and asking his mother, "Mom, do you think I was wrong? Should I really not be nosy? I am causing you trouble."

"Silly child, what have you done wrong? It's my own fault. If I could be a little tougher and more aggressive, do you think those bastards would still be able to bully us?"

"No, mother, it's my fault. I'm already thirty years old, but I still make you worry about me all the time. I don't know what's wrong with me. I always mean well but end up doing bad things. But my brain doesn't work well. I only remember food but not punishment. Time and time again, I always cause trouble for you, and you have to cover for me... I'm really unfilial."

"Hey, my dear son, don't think so much. No matter how old you are, you are still my baby, right? Don't think about so many complicated things all day long.

You are just like your damn father, you are very straightforward and honest. But you have a good heart, I know. So I never blame you.

But my son, you have to know that many things in this world cannot go as we wish.

Like today, we are kind enough to help others, but you should also consider whether those people are worthy of your help, how much you can help, and how to help them. Otherwise, you will end up making things worse and end up getting covered in shit, dirty and smelly.

Of course, not everyone is ungrateful. Look, many villagers are very grateful to us.

However, where there are people, there are always conflicts, and there are always a few bad apples that spoil the whole barrel, like those troublesome families, where the men are not capable and the women and children are not clear-headed. Even the village chief can't control these families. What do you think you can do to confront them?

You are a five-foot tall man, and your arms are thicker than their thighs, but have you ever thought about why those people can ride on your neck and bully us?

It's simply because we ourselves have failed to stand up. If we could be tough, those bitches would dare to ride on our necks and shit on us.

I tell you all this because I hope you can understand the reason behind it. I don’t expect you to change all at once. You shouldn’t feel so much pressured. Just take it slow and change little by little.

Okay, my silly son, don't think too much. What we should worry about now is how to survive. Also, look at the little girl, she kindly gave us a bowl of rice, but we ate it and broke the bowl. You have to apologize to her with me later, understand?"

Er Gou's mother had good intentions in educating her son. She knew her son's temperament too well and didn't expect to change him all at once. She just hoped that her son would suddenly realize it one day. In this way, even if she couldn't be with her son, she would feel more at ease.

"Yes, Mom, I know." Ergouzi listened to what his mother said, but he always felt like he understood and didn't understand. He responded randomly in a daze. Anyway, his mother was there, so he didn't have to think too much and just listened to her.

Er Gouzi vented his anger and felt better. He freed one hand and used his arm to wipe the tears from his face, making his already dirty face even dirtier. Er Gou's mother, who was lying on her back, was so amused that she patted his shoulder and scolded him with a smile, "Look at you, you are so old, but you can't even wipe your face properly. Stop crying, hold back your tears, and don't let those careless people laugh at you."

As the mother and son talked, they kept walking, quickly overtaking refugees from the same village one after another, and soon they were at the front of the team.

The village chief was sighing on his ox cart, worried to the point of losing all his hair. Seeing Er Gouzi carrying his mother and walking past them quickly, he opened his mouth to call for help, hesitated, and finally swallowed the words that were about to come out of his throat and replaced them with a long sigh.

When will this damn day end? Why are the villagers still thinking about their own things at this critical moment and can't unite? Don't you know that if they are scattered like a pile of sand, the final outcome will be that no one will be happy, right?

Whenever the village chief thought of those families, he became so angry that he started shaking all over.

He is narrow-minded, greedy and dirty, doing those petty things that are not worthy of being shown in public all day long. It's already this time and he is still so confused.