Lin Jialiang said categorically, there was no room for half a minute to turn around, he stopped, and said to her with a little helplessness: "Zhiguo daughter-in-law, your daughter is also a child of your Liu family, and you have to give the children some food." ”

Cha Jiying looked at Lin Jialiang, and then looked at Lin Ziyi, who came back with half a pot of cornmeal mixed with bran, and could only admit it.

"You said that the captain is really a person, just borrow me cornmeal, why do you still mix bran into it?"

Cha Jiying muttered quietly, while taking the basin and covering it with a cage cloth, and walked out with a little unhappiness, Bai Ruyi stood at the door, saw her coming, and helped her lift the door curtain.

As soon as Zha Jiying went out, her muttering became louder, and she vaguely heard that Lin Jialiang didn't borrow white flour for her, and mixed bran into the cornmeal.

This Lin Ziyi also blinked his eyes and asked: "Dad, why did you let me mix chaff in her noodles, and you also know how temperamental Aunt Cha is, isn't our family half a bowl of chaff for nothing?"

Lin Jialiang snorted and didn't speak, lifted the curtain with his backhand and went out, Bai Ruyi smiled and looked at the two girls, and also went out.

Lin Ziyi couldn't get an answer, and turned to Lin Zijin again: "Why do you say my father wants to give her half a bowl of chaff for nothing?"

Lin Zijin understood in his heart, and said with a bit of banter: "What do you say?"

The second father didn't answer this question, is it to let them use their brains, or to maintain their image, not to be verbose with their juniors?

Lin Zijin thought that he was testing the two of them, and of course he wouldn't say the answer so easily.

Lin Ziyi tilted her head and thought: "Well, Dad must be trying to disgust Zhaodi's mother, who let her borrow food everywhere all day long!"

"Not true. Lin Zijin smiled and denied, no matter how Lin Ziyi asked her, he would never say it again.

Lin Ziyi was so depressed that he scratched her when he pressed her: "Say it quickly, why is it wrong?"

The two were fighting in the stove room, Lin Ziwei came in quietly, listened to a few words that didn't understand the point, and stepped forward to push Lin Ziyi away: "Sister Jin, don't make trouble, what's going on, tell me again." ”

Lin Ziyi stopped, told his younger brother about the previous incident, and asked his younger brother with a little puzzlement: "Why do you say?

Lin Ziyi had more contact with Brother Liu Zhao, and when he didn't talk to Zha Jiying in person, he called Zha Jiying to call Brother Zhao's mother.

Lin Ziwei looked at his sister with undisguised contempt on his face.

"Eldest sister, you're so stupid, of course Dad isn't trying to block the mother! This cornmeal is mixed with bran, and the rest of the family can also eat a bite with it, if it's pure cornmeal, maybe it's all in the mouth of the life, and others can't even touch the edge. ”

Lin Ziwei and the youngest son of the Liu family, Mingdan'er, are one year apart, and they call Cha Jiying their mother behind their backs.

"Well, then I should have mixed her again, or less cornmeal and more bran. ”

Lin Ziyi suddenly realized, patted his smart brother's head and laughed and chattered, Lin Zijin looked at the little fart child with joy.

My younger brother is really very smart! His cleverness is not only reflected in his studies, but also in the twists and turns of these people's feelings.

On the contrary, the eldest sister Lin Ziyi is honest, and she is so honest when dealing with people.

Lin Zijin dared to guarantee that the two bowls of cornmeal scooped by the eldest sister just now must be two big bowls of real and honest mouthful, and there will be no shortage at all.

It's one thing for the eldest sister to be reluctant to lend food to Cha Jiying, but as long as she agrees to borrow it, she won't deduct two pounds.

Although two bowls of cornmeal were lost, the fine grains were not calculated by Cha Jiying, and in this way, the daughters of the Cha family could also eat a bite.

The three sisters and brothers of the Lin family all felt that they had won a battle, and the three of them smiled at each other in the stove room, as if they had been borrowed two bowls of noodles, but as if someone else had given them two bowls of noodles for nothing.

In fact, the people who were attracted by fine grains were not only Cha Jiying.

Early the next morning, Lin Zijin's aunt Lin Xiangjiu came to the door.

Lin Xiangjiu stood outside the courtyard gate of her mother's house, wearing tattered clothes, her body was thin and weak, and her short yellow hair was messy, as if a sparrow had made a nest on her head.

She was carrying a patched cloth bag in her hand, and the expression on her face was humble and timid, not like her daughter who had returned to her parents' house, but like someone who came to ask for food.

Lin Xiangjiu stood at the gate with her waist bent slightly, neither coming in nor leaving, but Lin Ziwei, who was still routinely happy with her bare arms and legs, found her, and then dragged her little aunt home.

Lin Ziyi was cooking breakfast in the stove room, and Lin Zijin was answering Lin Zijiao's endless questions in the east room.

Lin Xiangjiu entered the West House, and several old people had already gotten up, waiting for breakfast to discuss preparations for the New Year.

When it came to sending Lin Ziyi to deliver food to Lin Xiangjiu, she went to the door with a bag of noodles.

Lin Xiangjiu was pushed into the door by Lin Ziwei, and sat on the edge of the kang with a cower, clutching the noodle bag tightly, his head hooked on his chest without saying a word.

Lin Jialiang looked at such a girl, and he was angry.

"Xiangjiu, you straighten up and raise your head, talk to our father, you came to your brother's house, so pimple shrinking, let people who don't know think that your sister-in-law bullied you!"

Bai Ruyi, who was pouring water for Lin Xiangjiu, inexplicably lay down the gun, glanced at Lin Jialiang with disgust, and smiled gently at Lin Xiangjiu: "Xiangjiu, don't listen to your brother's nonsense, come, drink hot water first to warm up your body, and eat for a while." ”

Lin Xiangjiu took the water, Bai Ruyi had the intention to let their own family members say a few words, and said to her with a smile: "Xiangjiu, you sit, I'll go see if the rice is cooked." ”

Until Bai Ruyi went out, Lin Xiangjiu still maintained that appearance, but the noodle bag in his hand was replaced with a water tank.

Seeing her like this, Old Man Lin also sighed, picked up the cigarette bag and pot and knocked it on the edge of the kang, skillfully loaded a pot of cigarettes, lit a fire and smoked it.

The green smoke slowly enveloped the room, and when Mrs. Lin saw that her daughter had never spoken, she put down the needlework in her hand, sat down beside her daughter, and reached out to pinch her padded jacket sleeve.

The padded jacket is patched with patches, and the patches of various colors make this padded jacket almost impossible to see the original color.

Because I wore it for too long, the thin layer of cotton inside formed a hard shell, and it was very tough when pinched in the hand without elasticity.

"It's not cold, it's fragrant, it only snowed yesterday, and you don't say that you will come back when the snow melts. Look at how thin your padded jacket has become.

Xiangjiu, didn't my mother ask someone to bring you half a pound of cotton some time ago, why don't you make a new one for yourself, this is the New Year, you haven't worn new clothes for a few years......"

The old lady burst into tears as she spoke, and reached out to touch the little girl's back: "Look at this child's skinny, the abacus beads on his back have come out......"