他回去挨了一顿骂。
这在意料之中。
豆子没了,铜板没了,连碗也碎了,远亲家的婶娘站在灶台边,手里攥着一根烧火棍,把他从院门口骂进了柴房,把柴房的板门踢上,又隔着门缝把他骂了好一阵,嗓门又高又尖,像是锯木头,凌霄坐在干草堆上,低着头,一个字都没还嘴。
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