"Where's your mom and dad?"

Song Chunan looked at his niece as if she was cooking dinner, and asked with concern.

"I'm looking at the pigs. Oops my dish!"

Ma Huajing remembered the dishes in the pot that were about to paste the pot, turned around and ran back to the stove room to rescue.

Ma Huasheng helped his uncle carry things and explained:

"My pig also has a fever today and doesn't eat much.

The captain was worried that he was also infected with swine fever, so he asked him to rush to the wasteland in front of the lime kiln in the east, and heard what the technician said he should do.

My mom and dad are over there. ”

Song Chunan nodded:

"That's the right thing to do. The pigsty is well washed and disinfected, and pigs can be raised next year. ”

Ma Huasheng sighed like a little adult:

"That's what I said. However, my family has to lose a lot of money this time, and I just hit the yard, and the money is not in hand, and my parents are worried, and I don't know if I can raise pigs for my family next year. ”

Song Ci stepped on the flat cement yard, and said in his heart that his aunt's house had fallen a little badly.

It was a very prosperous life, but now I have to go into debt due to famine.

After all, there are really few houses in the countryside that can afford to build a cement yard, and many of them even have mud floors at home.

"Don't worry about money, we'll help you get it together. ”

Song Chunan responded casually, he really didn't mean to see his sister.

Ma Huasheng blushed embarrassedly:

"Uncle, I'm not asking you for money. ”

Song Chunan patted his nephew's dog head and told him to worry less about the children.

Ma Huasheng took on the responsibilities of the little master, pouring tea and taking snacks, which was very thoughtful.

Ma Huayang came down to help his sister cook on the fire, smelling like she was cooking potatoes and roast meat.

"Hua Jing, do you want your uncle to do it?"

Song Chunan raised his voice and said politely.

"No, uncle, sit down, I can do it. ”

Ma Huajing replied crisply, and it didn't take long to hear the movement of the cucumber slapping, and he was very careful to rectify it.

"Uncle, sit down, I'll call my parents back. ”

Ma Huasheng brewed jasmine tea for his uncle, poured a cup, and then went out to call someone.

"Let's go over and have a look. ”

Song Chunan was too hot, poured half a cup of warm white water to quench his thirst, took the flashlight he brought with him, and picked up his daughter to leave.

"My sister is going too, it's cold at night, it's quite bury over there, there's nothing to see. ”

Ma Huasheng didn't know that Song Ci had come to see the pig, so he was stunned and hurriedly wanted to stop him.

Song Chunan also stood and walked to the guest room with his daughter in his arms:

"It's a little cold at night, so I'll give you some extra clothes, but don't really catch a cold. ”

Ma Huasheng thought that he had persuaded them, and he was about to run out again, but was stopped by Song Chun'an and told him to go together.

When the elders spoke, Ma Huasheng didn't dare not listen, but he really didn't understand what was so good about this, he was really not afraid of disgusting his sister?

The fifth uncle's family is very particular about people, never drinks cold water, always has a handkerchief in his pocket, and wears sandals and socks in summer.

His uncle has never been shirtless outside, he rarely wears shorts, he always goes out with long pants and short-sleeved shirts, and the hem of his clothes is put into his pants, and he takes a belt, not to mention how energetic.

Not to mention, my aunt has a lot of beautiful dresses, and her body is always fragrant, much more beautiful than those village girls who draw eyebrows and eyes, and she is especially good at combing her hair, and many people learn from her.

The only little cousin was even more delicate, just like the doll sent by Wang Huadan and her uncle, no, more beautiful than a doll!

Such an exquisite uncle and sister, want to see the sick pigs of swine fever?

Ma Huasheng felt uncomfortable just thinking about it.

If he really led people over today, I'm afraid he would have to be beaten by his parents.

The little boy saved himself with a sad face:

"Uncle, you see it's about to eat, so don't go out. It's tiring to ride, so take a break. ”

He was afraid that they would stop throwing up in the past, that they would not be able to eat anything, and that they would suffer a lot of crimes.

Song Ci packed the acupuncture into his father's breast pocket, buttoned it and patted it, which was relieved.

"Brother Huasheng, let's go quickly. ”

She was afraid that if she was one step too late, the pigs would die, and then she would really run for nothing.

Song Chunan didn't talk to his nephew, stuffed the flashlight into his hand, and walked out first with his daughter in his arms.

"Go in your head, shine well. ”

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