OBS Chapter 1041 The first younger brother
Chapter 1041 The first younger brother
Chapter 1041 The First Little Brother
Just as Qin Hao expected, when he returned, Qin Jianjun and his wife had already started moving things.
Before, Qin Hao, Qin Yu and Qin Hong had been living in this room together. Qin Hao slept on a temporarily installed wooden bed, while Qin Yu and Qin Hong slept on his previous bed. In the words of Qin Jianjun and his wife, his previous bed was too crowded for three people, and Qin Yu and Qin Hong did not sleep well, so they were afraid that he would be squeezed to death, so they moved him to the wooden bed.
"You can take their daily necessities, but the furniture is left by my parents. You are not allowed to touch anything."
As soon as Qin Hao opened his mouth, he immediately aroused unanimous condemnation from Qin Jianjun and his wife, as well as the old couple of the Qin family.
"An ungrateful wolf, an ungrateful wolf that can never be tamed!"
"How can you be a junior like me? You are not worthy of being the grandson of my Qin family."
Qin Hao sneered: "Dad and grandma, I have severed ties with you. Don't use the morality of seniority to hold me hostage anymore. You have been sucking blood from my parents for years, so don't expect to suck my blood anymore. You should think about how to live your life on your own."
The old man Qin Jiye was so angry that he blew his beard and glared: "Unfilial son, how could our Qin family have such an unfilial son like you!"
The grandmother also beat her chest and stamped her feet, crying: "Oh, Jianguo, you died too early. Look at the son you gave birth to. He started to disobey your father and grandmother at such a young age."
Qin Jianjun and his wife pointed at Qin Hao's nose and scolded him, "You little bastard, don't think Song Ying can be so good to you. She is just after your 20 yuan subsidy every month. When this storm is over, she will use your money on her son. Don't come to us even if you starve to death."
"That's right, if you know what's best for you, return the twenty dollars as soon as possible, and we can let bygones be bygones..."
Qin Hao sneered: "Just because you are a fly, you think the whole world is a shithole. Aunt Song is not like you guys who eat people without spitting out bones. You should stop saying bad things about her in front of me, otherwise..."
Qin Jianjun and his wife were frightened by the sudden murderous intent revealed by Qin Hao, but they quickly realized that they, two adults, were actually frightened by an eight-year-old child.
"What else? Do you still dare to fight us?"
Qin Hao took off his shirt without saying anything, revealing a body full of bruises: "Believe it or not, if I yell a few times and then say you hit me, you will all go to the police station tonight."
In an instant, Qin Jianjun and his wife were so scared that they took several steps back. Even the old couple of the Qin family retreated to the living room unconsciously.
Qin Hao is now like a hedgehog, and the scars on his body are his best weapons. Once he insists that Qin Jianjun and his wife beat him, neighbors will surely flock to him. No one will believe Qin Jianjun and his wife's explanation. After all, their image of abusing their loved ones and orphans has been deeply rooted in people's minds, and it is reasonable for them to retaliate at night.
"Okay, you're such a ruthless kid, there will always be a day when you come back to beg us for mercy."
Qin Jianjun could only leave a harsh remark, pick up the daily necessities of the two brothers Qin Yu and Qin Hong, and leave in embarrassment.
That night, Qin Hao heard the crying of the two brothers Qin Yu and Qin Hong through the door. There were only three rooms in their house. Originally, the old Qin couple had one room, Qin Jianjun and his wife had one room, and the two brothers had one room. Now there was one room missing, so they had to squeeze in with their parents, father and grandmother.
Qin Yu and Qin Hong were used to a comfortable life and they couldn't adapt to the new situation all of a sudden, so they started to make a fuss. Qin Jianjun and his wife and the old couple Qin Jiye were already angry, and when the two brothers made a fuss, they couldn't hold back their anger any longer and beat the brothers up, making them cry loudly.
After the neighbors next door heard this, they thought it was confirmed that Qin Jianjun and his wife liked to beat their children. Their own children were beaten until they cried, let alone their nephew. Now Qin Jianjun and his wife could not wash themselves clean even if they jumped into the Yellow River.
He fell asleep listening to the crying of his two cousins. When Qin Hao woke up, it was already the next morning. There was no clock at home, so he was not sure what time it was, and it was a cloudy day.
However, shortly after Qin Hao got up and washed, Song Ying came with fragrant porridge and hot buns.
"Auntie Song, you don't have to make breakfast for me anymore. You still have to go to work. I can do it myself."
Song Ying looked at Qin Hao eating voraciously, feeling a little sad for some reason, but she still had a smile on her face: "Wow, you can cook too, that's great."
"Well, I was the one who made breakfast at home before." Qin Hao answered seriously.
Qin Jianjun and his wife, who were drinking porridge in the living room, felt their hands shaking as they held the bowls.
Song Ying glared at Qin Jianjun and his wife, but considering Qin Hao's self-esteem, she endured it and said softly to Qin Hao: "It's okay, Auntie has to make breakfast for Lin Dongzhe anyway. It's not easy to make breakfast for him alone, so two people are just right."
The textile factory and the compressor factory provided breakfast. In order to save money and food coupons, Song Ying and Lin Wufeng would go to the factory to eat after working the early shift.
"Aunt Song Ying, let me make breakfast from now on. You and Uncle Lin have worked hard, so you can get some extra sleep."
Song Ying said with a straight face: "Don't talk nonsense, Auntie will never let you cook."
"Aunt Song Ying, I really treat you as a family member. Since you are a family member, don't be so polite. If you keep being so polite, I will only feel uncomfortable."
Seeing Qin Hao acting like a little adult, Song Ying felt both amused and distressed.
"Okay then, go to Auntie's house tomorrow and she will teach you how to make breakfast."
"Ok."
"Eat quickly, it will get cold in a while."
"Ah."
Qin Hao ate the buns in big mouthfuls. The aroma spread from the room to the living room, making the brothers Qin Yu and Qin Hong drool.
"Dad, I want to eat buns too."
Qin Jianjun was so angry that he slapped one of them on the head: "You look like steamed buns to me!"
The two brothers cried loudly, with tears and snot running down their cheeks.
Seeing this, Song Ying became even more convinced that Qin Jianjun had a tendency to violence. He often beat and scolded his own son, let alone his nephew.
After breakfast, Song Ying took Qin Hao back home. Before leaving, she did not forget to lock Qin Hao's room, which made Qin Jianjun and his wife so angry that they jumped up and down.
"You're protecting yourself from thieves."
"Yes, it is to prevent thieves. It is difficult to prevent thieves at home even if you guard against them day and night. I still feel uneasy with just a lock."
Song Ying was no pushover and she responded immediately, making the old couple of the Qin family so angry that they gasped for breath.
"Aunt Song Ying, you are awesome."
Hearing Qin Hao's praise, Song Ying smiled even more brightly: "This child is really good at talking."
"Do you think that Auntie is being too harsh?"
"No, if I endure it for a while, I will get angrier and angrier. If I take a step back, I will feel more and more at a loss. Life is already tiring. If I put myself at risk because I care about what others think, then what's the point of living?"
The smile on Song Ying's face gradually turned into surprise. These words didn't sound like those of an eight-year-old child.
"This is what my mother told me before she left."
Song Ying breathed a sigh of relief when she heard this. That's right. How could an eight-year-old child say such a thing? Wouldn't that make him a monster?
As soon as he arrived at the gate of Song Ying's courtyard, Lin Dongzhe rushed over and said to Qin Hao.
"Qin Hao, play hide-and-seek with me."
Song Ying was about to scold Lin Dongzhe, but Qin Hao said to her first: "Auntie Song Ying, you go to work first. I will keep an eye on Lin Dongzhe."
Seeing that it was almost time to go to work, Song Ying could only remind Lin Dongzhe before leaving: "Your brother Qin Hao is injured, you are not allowed to touch him. Be good at home, otherwise watch out for your butt."
Lin Dongzhe didn't care about Song Ying's threat at all, and even made a face at her back when she left.
After watching Song Ying's back disappear at the alley, Lin Dongzhe walked up to Qin Hao with a proud look, put his hand on his shoulder and said with a wicked smile.
"From now on, you have to listen to me, okay?"
Qin Hao was amused. This little guy has learned to act like a boss?
"Why should I listen to you?" Qin Hao asked with a smile.
This question really stumped Lin Dongzhe. He scratched his head and thought for a while: "Because this is my home, you have to listen to me when you are in my home."
"Oh, then will you listen to others when you are in someone else's house?"
Lin Dongzhe shook his head subconsciously.
"Then you don't listen to others at other people's homes, so why should I listen to you at yours?"
"Yeah, why should you listen to me?" Lin Dongzhe was completely confused.
Seeing Lin Dongzhe's expression that what he said makes sense, Qin Hao was happy: "How about this, let's compete to see who is better, and the loser will listen to the winner, how about it?"
Lin Dongzhe tilted his head and thought about it, and felt that it was feasible: "Then what do you want to compete in?"
"It's better than anything. You decide."
Lin Dongzhe was immediately amused when he heard this: "You said it, if you lose you are not allowed to regret, cry or complain."
"Whoever complains is a little turtle."
"Hang yourself on a hook and you won't be able to change it for a hundred years."
Lin Dongzhe said with a smug look on his face: "Let's have a paper airplane competition to see whose paper airplane can fly farther."
Qin Hao was amused. This little guy had no idea what kind of opponent he was facing.
Soon, Lin Dongzhe found a book at home, tore off two pages from it, and fiddled with it.
In order to convince Lin Dongzhe, Qin Hao decided to fold an Alpha Cloud-piercing Machine that would make any kid in this era scream. He first folded the paper in half, then unfolded it, leaving a crease in the middle...
Lin Dongzhe had already folded the paper airplane, but seeing Qin Hao still fiddling with it, he couldn't help but say proudly, "Hey, I'm faster."
"We're competing to see who can fly farther, not to see who can fold faster." Qin Hao said as the paper airplane in his hand was almost finished.
Lin Dongzhe looked at the "weird-looking" paper airplane in Qin Hao's hand, then looked at the simple paper airplane in his own hand, and felt inexplicably unsure.
"It might be windy later, so we'll play three times, best two out of three."
"it is good."
In the first round, Lin Dongzhe threw the paper airplane in his hand with all his strength, but it only flew about 30 centimeters before crashing into the ground. Qin Hao just threw it casually, and the Alpha Cloud-Piercing Plane flew several meters away.
Lin Dongzhe was not convinced, and in the second round he even climbed onto a chair. This time it was better than before, and he managed to fly about one meter before landing on the ground. However, when it came to Qin Hao, he just threw it casually, and it flew several meters away again.
"How is it, are you convinced?"
Lin Dongzhe still looked unconvinced. Qin Hao decided to shock him again, so he made another modification to the paper airplane.
Then, the paper plane thrown by Qin Hao drew a graceful arc in the air and then returned to his hand.
Lin Dongzhe opened his eyes and mouth wide as if he was watching a magic trick.
"You should be convinced now, right?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Dongzhe hugged Qin Hao and said flatteringly, "Brother Hao, I give in. I will listen to you from now on. Can you let me play with this paper airplane?"
"Keep your word?"
"Whoever doesn't keep his word is a little turtle."
"Here, take it and play with it."
Qin Hao handed the paper plane to Lin Dongzhe and had some peace and quiet.
It was almost noon, and Lin Dongzhe was hungry. He took out money and food coupons from his pocket and said, "Brother Hao, my mom gave me some money. Let's go out and have something delicious. There's a wonton shop at the entrance of the alley. They're delicious."
This must have been arranged in advance by Song Ying. The reason why she didn't say it was probably because she was afraid that he would refuse. Song Ying was really dedicated to him. While always taking care of him, she also remembered to protect his self-esteem from being hurt.
"Are there any vegetables at home?"
"Yes, we do, but we don't know how to cook, and the stove is out, so let's go eat wontons."
In 1977, cities still used honeycomb coal, and some people burned coal balls directly. Song Ying's family burned honeycomb coal. The advantage of honeycomb coal is that it is durable, but the disadvantage is that the fire is not strong enough. For working couples like Song Ying's family, who do not cook at home at noon, they basically turn off the stove at night and restart it after get off work the next day.
"I can light the stove, I'll cook, so we don't have to eat out."
Qin Hao walked straight to the kitchen. The house allocated to Song Ying's family was two houses next to each other, with a shared small courtyard and a shared kitchen. As for the toilet, they could only go to the public toilet at the entrance of the alley, which was more than ten meters away and not very convenient. But in this era, being able to have a house of your own is already a family with good conditions. Many of them have three or even four generations living under the same roof in a small house.
This is also the reason why the real estate industry developed so rapidly later on. People who came from that era grew up in crowded houses. After commercial housing was allowed to be sold, families with some means bought themselves bigger houses because they were really afraid of being crowded in that era.
Qin Hao skillfully lit the wood chips with a match, and then used the firewood to light the honeycomb coal.
"Brother Hao, you really know how to light a stove, you are amazing." Lin Dongzhe's face was full of admiration.
"I'll teach you when you grow up, but first I want to make it clear that you can't lie on the ground anymore. I don't want to play with dirty mud monkeys." Qin Hao said.
"Okay, I won't lie down anymore in the future." Lin Dongzhe nodded his little head.
After the stove was lit, Qin Hao began to wash rice and cook. Since there was only one stove, he could only cook rice first and then cook dishes. While the rice was cooking, Qin Hao washed and cut the vegetables at home. There was definitely no meat, only some radishes and cabbage. The only seasonings at home were salt, soy sauce and vinegar.
But this did not pose a problem for Qin Hao. He made a dish of cabbage and radish, which made Lin Dongzhe almost lick the plate.
(End of this chapter)