只有刘文才没急于回家,他蹲在一条土路边上,望着一群收工的人晃来晃去的背影。等那些背影消失在一片树丛的阴影里以后,刘文才开始在路边拔起草来。三个儿子一到开饭的时候就打架,都快愁死他了。就在前天,大儿子还把老三摁到地上,从老三嘴里掏一块饼子,那块饼子只有火柴盒那么大。结果没从老三嘴里掏出饼子,反倒把他的门牙抠掉一颗。 Only Liu Wencai did not rush to go home, he squatted on the edge of a dirt road, looking at a group of workers who dangling dangling back. When those backs disappear in the shadow of a bush, Liu Wencai began to pull the grass on the roadside. As soon as the three sons fought at the time of their meal, they almost died of sorrow. Just the day before yesterday, the eldest son took the third man to the ground and took a piece of ciabatta from his third eldest son. The piece of cake was only as big as a matchbox. The result did not pull out from the cockroaches cake, instead of pulling his front teeth one.