MTL - A Rural Life in the 70s-Chapter 9

There was a sudden excitement on her face. She turned back and took a metal bucket and poured a bowl of rice in her bucket in half, then she sighed in her heart. The bucket of half a bowl of rice was taken up. After thinking about it, she took out the half-bag of rice that she had put in before... This half-bag of rice does not seem to have much. The bag that she personally took is still loose, and it has not changed.

Put the rice bag into the empty space in the corner of the house. Xiaoqiu came out with half a bowl of rice, washed it into the pot, and washed two eggs and put them in the pot. The cover is added to the wood and burned.

Wang Chenghe looked at Xiaobai’s white rice in the pot and swallowed swallowing.

"Little autumn wow, you just got into the pot is rice? I have seen grandmothers have done it, smelling the fragrance is very good, but the grandmother only eats for the expensive and the little girl, but also hides from me..." Wang Chenghe said and said, it is inevitable to show some grievances.

Xiaoqiu looked funny and a little bit sad. Xiaoqiu’s family was all dry land, and there was no rice. The children in the village couldn’t see a rice all year round, let alone rice. Only some people at home went to work outside. Will bring two pounds of rice back, and only occasionally cook a bowl of porridge for the elderly and children, not willing to let go. It is no wonder that Wang Chenghe saw the rice swallowing.

Grandma has rice on the other side. It should be brought back by the three uncles who are temporary workers in the town... Otherwise, Grandma will not be willing to give the three uncles a good meal.

"I am doing a lot today, my brother will taste the taste later!" Xiaoqiu made an invitation. It’s hard to be at home, and I’m not willing to give up a bowl of rice porridge... What’s more, my three older brothers are all good, even the youngest brother is just a little more honest, but my heart is excellent, the last one is best with her. It is.

"Oh, really?" Wang Chenghe couldn't believe it. Can he really eat such a precious rice? Isn't it special for the second day to eat?

Looking at the stupid look of the third brother, Xiaoqiu couldn't help but grinned: "Really, there is no more!"

Wei Hongmei came out from the inner room at this time, and Wang Chenghe, full of joy, immediately showed up with her mother: "Mother, Xiaoqiu licked the rice and said that I will eat here for a while!"

"Don't be sensible! Rice is a precious thing, where can make you ruin!" Wei Hongmei raised his hand and gave Wang Chenghe a slap, and he was unceremoniously counted.

Xiaoqiu looked at Wang Chenghe’s face and he was crying. He quickly grabbed Wei Hongmei and smiled. “Don’t say three brothers, I’ve got half a pot of rice, so I can’t eat it with my mother, let me The third brother left a piece to eat!"

Wei Hongmei don't look at the sons, but her son is wronged. She also feels distressed. Listening to Xiaoqiu’s remarks, it’s also a smooth response: “Since it’s done, let your third brother follow the solution... Autumn, there is no dry food at home. I have steamed a few pots over there, and it’s hot for a while, so that your third brother will send you a few more, and your two girls will eat first. Oh, there are pickles, I cut them soaked, and fried them for a while. Let your third brother send some more."

Xiaoqiu is not polite with her, smiles and sighs and thanks, and enters the house to put Wei Hongmei's gourd ladle with eggs and half a scoop of rice: "Auntie, people gave a few pounds of rice, you take some back, also give My older brother, my brother, smashed a bowl of porridge."

"Hey, you niece, you have a few pounds of rice, don't give your mother a glutinous rice, give me a donkey, how big is your big brother, and you can eat a few of them, where to eat this..." Wei Hongmei refused to, refused.

Xiao Qiuqi kicked her feet into her arms and smiled and said: "Auntie don't push me with me, there is not much, just give my brothers a taste."

Listening to her honesty, Wei Hongmei is no longer allowed to give up, smiled and took the gourd scoop, and walked away in a brisk manner.

晌 Lunch, Song Xiulian is two eggs, a bowl of thick fragrant rice porridge, because of feeding does not dare to eat pickles, Xiaoqiu took a dish of brown sugar, so that Song Xiulian squatted to eat a small half of the two-faced hoe.

Wang Chenghe holds the rice porridge to eat extra sweet, but some are not willing to drink, holding a nest in one hand, eating a pickle, biting a big mouth, this is to drink a small mouthful of rice... It’s called a cautious, satisfying .

Xiaoqiu looked funny and distressed, but did not say anything, only bowed to eat. May finally return home, the mother and the younger brother are also getting better, her appetite is naturally good, and even the pickles actually eat a whole nest, but also drink half a bowl of rice porridge before they stop.

After having lunch, there are a lot of grandmothers and grandmothers coming to the door.

There are no empty hands in the neighborhood, but because of the closeness, the gifts are also thick and thin. There are two pounds of millet, there are five eggs, ten eggs, but also two pounds of white noodles, a noodle... a lot of forests, and so on.

Xiaoqiu went to the back of the house to find a pencil head, a half used to play the herb, and people and gifts will be remembered in the future. There are too many people, all kinds of different kinds, she is easy to remember with her brain. Write it down, and later I will have a reference to the ceremony.

In addition to greetings and greetings to the maternity of the month, these people came to see the newborn, almost all of them twirling or directly asked to send their mother to return the car.

Xiaoqiu gave them a nap and a half-time narrative: "That is the car of the armed forces of the county. Because of the earthquake, the sick person was temporarily transported in the hospital. My mother was born prematurely, the younger brother was weak, and she did not dare to sit on the cow. When the car saw the wind and the cold, the people gave the car back, and the car was the PLA."

This explanation completely opened up the possibility of all kinds of strange speculations, and carried out the name of the 'People's Liberation Army'. The people in the village were relieved. It turned out to be the People's Liberation Army. All those who can be soldiers are good, and the quality of virtue is guaranteed.

Xiaoqiu was entertained for an afternoon, and he said it over and over again. When he got to the lamp, he sent the last person, closed the door, and took a break.

She also saw the effect of doing this. Originally, the village was faintly concealing some unreasonable speculations, and gradually changed the wind direction, that is, the People’s Liberation Army, nothing to do with the leaves!

I cooked the fire, removed the wood, and put the medicine jar that had been soaked in the stove. I used charcoal to smash it. She got up and gave it to Song Xiulian, and added a milk powder to the younger brother. Eat... I feel comfortable after returning home, and it is better to have rice porridge and eggs. Song Xiulian’s milk is somewhat increased, but it is still not enough. Xiaoqiu is grinding. According to this situation, add milk powder twice a day. almost.

After dinner, Xiaoqiu washed the dishes in the outer house, and listened to Song Xiulian suddenly asking: "Xiaoqiu, do you see the three hens of the family?"

Xiaoqiu had a meal and thought about it: "I didn't pay attention... I went to the chicken nest after I finished the bowl."

Chickens in the countryside are all free-range. Every morning, the chickens are opened and the chickens are free to move. Get used to it, the chickens recognize the home, maybe a few chickens can be eaten together outside, but in the evening, they can basically go back to each family.

Despite this, Xiaoqiu basically has no luck. There is her grandmother, they have no one in the house for a few days, and how many chickens have been taken away, absolutely nothing left.