Liu Sufang was so frightened that she almost jumped.

"Mom, it was my fault in the past. I made you and dad angry. I know I was wrong. Please forgive me!"

Liu Sufang is only fifty years old this year, but her hair is already gray. Although she is not thin, her face is already covered with wrinkles.

Forty years have passed, and Meng Liniang has never come to meet him once!

He almost couldn't remember his mother's face anymore.

Now, memory and reality are merged together again.

Zhao Wenmu could no longer suppress it and burst into tears.

"Mom, my little brother did something wrong because he was young and energetic. He has really repented."

Zhao Jing held Liu Sufang's hand and said, she knew exactly what Liu Sufang wanted to hear most.

"My little brother is working very hard now. He wakes up early every day and goes to town to sell vegetables. We bought a new sewing machine a few days ago!"

"My little brother is very good to me now. He takes all the work and doesn't let me do anything. He also bought milk powder for my little girl. A small bag of that thing costs 9 yuan, which is very valuable..."

As she spoke, Zhao Jing burst into tears.

"My poor daughter!"

Liu Sufang couldn't help but cry while hugging Zhao Jing.

Both mother and daughter have been suppressed for too long.

After a while, the crying gradually stopped.

Zhao Jing wiped away her tears with a smile on her face.

"Mom, I have really changed, please forgive him."

Liu Sufang also smiled with tears in her eyes, "Okay, okay!"

It all fell out of my own belly, and it has grown up after so many years of hard work. If it is not really heartbreaking, how can we be willing to die without contact?

When Zhao Xuehai came home at noon, Liu Sufang was worried that he was stubborn and refused to forgive Zhao Wenmu.

So I first took him aside and had a chat.

In fact, Zhao Xuehai has been helping Zhao Wenmu purchase game these past few days, and he has seen that his younger son has indeed changed, and he has really become better towards Zhao Jing and his little girl.

He had already forgiven his younger son, but there was no need to express it specifically.

Men's emotions are deep and reserved.

Now that Liu Sufang came up the stairs, he took advantage of the situation and went down.

At noon, Zhao Wenmu cooked vegetables, and the two of them made a pot of wine.

Zhao Wenmu listened to Zhao Xuehai's lecture honestly.

"Third brother, don't get carried away after making money... Be careful of those bad friends you used to have... Don't forget your eldest and second sister..."

Zhao Wenmu talked about building a new house again.

"Dad, I plan to build a new house."

"This is a good thing. Have you chosen the place?"

"It's just the land next to my place. I just want the open space next to it."

Next to Zhao Wenmu's current house is a piece of wasteland. Although it is relatively flat, once you put a hoe down, it is full of stones, making it impossible to plant anything at all.

"Nothing can be grown in that wasteland, what are you doing here?"

"Dad, I'll be useful there, and I can also raise a chicken or something."

The eight acres of barren hills allocated to the production team were originally of little use, except for cutting firewood and planting a few fruit trees.

Zhao Wenmu said it was useful, and Zhao Xuehai said nothing more.

"Dad, I also want to contract the barren hills south of the village."
Chapter completed!