Nian Juying sat back on the loom and sighed lightly, the world is difficult, and it is especially unfair to women. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"Mother, it looks like my sister-in-law is really fine, you should be happy!" The spinning hammer in He Xiu'e's hand spun around.

"Happy, happy." Nian Juying smiled bitterly, and the shuttle in her hand was like a small fish, shuttling back and forth.

He Xiu'e pursed her lips, opened her mouth, and finally sighed softly in her heart.

What Hua Junyao is thinking about now is how to turn the rabbit in her hand into a delicacy.

Her technique was neat, she peeled off the rabbit's fur intact, hung it on the bamboo pole in the backyard, and waited for a little shade to dry the nitrate skin to make knee pads for her father.

When I was young, I fought a war, lived a hard life, climbed the ice and snow, and I didn't pay attention to it, and all kinds of sequelae came out when I was old.

There was only one rabbit, not much, and the internal organs were not willing to throw away. Wash them all and cut them together and stew them to make up the numbers. In the spring, the rabbit is also dry, and there is not much plate oil in the stomach.

Like people in this year, there is a lack of oil and water in their stomachs!

Holding the processed rabbit, Hua Junyao entered the kitchen and saw that the water in the kitchen tank was only half a tank, and it was estimated that because he went up the mountain to find her this morning, the eldest brother had no time to carry water.

While my mother and sister-in-law were still weaving and spinning threads in the hall, I poured the original water tank into the pots and pots to wash the vegetables for a while, and then took out the flat pole and two buckets from behind the door and said, "Mother, I'm going to fetch water." ”

At this time, there were no pressurized water wells in the countryside, let alone running water. The village eats water from wells, with one or two large wells in small villages and only three or five in large villages, and about 1,000 people drinking water from one well.

Fetching water, small households use clay pots, large households use wooden buckets, well ropes or hook poles for lifting water: wooden poles are nailed at both ends of the iron chain structure, the well rope is simple to lift water, and the hook and flat poles are clever in carrying water, especially the wooden buckets.

The water that comes up, the child carries the adult. Every household has a coarse porcelain water tank, the small water tank holds two waters, the large water tank holds three or four waters, the water scoop is put in the tank, and the curtain is covered on the tank.

In the backward primitive era, drinking water required hard labor, but it also exercised people's ability to live.

Carrying water, Hua Junyao should be exercised. Although it was hard, there was a point to be proud of was that the water at that time was absolutely unpolluted, the water was clear and the sky was blue, and it was hot to bathe in the Qinghe. The spring water in the mountain is on the ground with both hands, and you can drink it when you climb your head, which is sweet and cold to the heart, and it is very pleasant.

"It's a man's job to carry water, let your eldest brother come back and do it in a while, and the water in the water tank is still enough." Nian Juying shouted in the house when she heard the sound.

"Don't get in the way, mother, you forgot that I have a lot of strength." Hua Junyao said and went out with an empty bucket.

Nian Juying chased after him and pulled the flat shoulder and said, "Don't go, what if you meet someone?" She explained again in a panic, "That's not what my mother meant? It's not that I'm afraid you'll be embarrassed, I'm afraid you'll be hurt. Alas...... I don't know what to say, anyway, that's not what my mother meant. ”

There is a square well in the center of the village, and if you go to fetch water, you will definitely meet the villagers, and Nian Juying is afraid that her daughter will not be able to stand the gossip in the village.

Hua Junyao smiled lightly, and said lightly, "Mother, I can't never see people for the rest of my life!" As she spoke, she gently brushed away Nian Juying's hand and crossed the threshold with an empty bucket and went out.

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The ancestors of Lishugou have a clear specification for building the layout and street setting, the east and west are the streets, the north and south are the alleys, not commonly known as the alleys, the whole village has six streets, eight alleys and eighteen alleys, the old streets and alleys, the street is 3 to 4 meters wide, the lanes and alleys are about 2 to 3 meters wide, these narrow streets, all are paved with bluestone, its size is different, the shape is different, the stone is paved with brocade, the size is intertwined, the height is pitched, the knot is distorted and stretched, criss-crossed, poetic and picturesque. These ancient roads of the Ming and Qing dynasties, trace their history as much as 500 years, rarely 300 years, the vicissitudes of time, people come and go, each stone is polished to be delicate and smooth, shiny.

Hua Junyao naturally chose to walk in the alley, not on the street, isn't she afraid of anything? Instead, I don't think it's necessary.

Walking into these streets, quiet and deep, simple and elegant, it is as if you have stepped into history.

Hua Junyao thought that it was cold, and it was most of the morning, so she shouldn't meet anyone, and she was complacently planning to go back with an empty bucket when she suddenly felt that she couldn't walk.

"I'll help you." It turned out that the flat pole was grabbed.

A mellow voice came from behind him, and Hua Junyao knew who it was without looking back?

"No need." Hua Junyao shook his shoulder and broke free of his hand and continued to walk forward.

Lei Mancang took two quick steps to block her path, and cautiously shouted, "Yaoyao! ”

Hua Junyao took a deep breath helplessly, raised her eyes to look at him, and the memory that had been blurred came alive again after seeing him again.

Lei Mancang, who has a lean body and a delicate face, does not look like a peasant at all. Only the skin tanned by the wind and the sun and the wide, calloused hands can be seen as working people.

The two were childhood sweethearts, went to school together, graduated from high school all the way, and if it weren't for the damn sports, the two would have taken the college entrance examination together.

Maybe it's because they are too familiar with each other that Hua Junyao has no love for men and women, and is more like a buddy or a sister.

Lei Mancang stretched out his hand, and his eyes were full of her, "I'll help you carry water!" How can you do a man's work? "Only clenched hands know how nervous they are.

"No, you don't." Hua Junyao refused very dryly, looking not far ahead, probing her brain, pointing at the three aunts and six wives, Hua Junyao said quietly, "If you don't want to be the talk of others, please stay away from me." ”

Lei Mancang followed her line of sight, glaring vigorously at the old ladies who had nothing to do and were idly chewing the root of other people's tongues, so frightened that they quickly hid in the alley.

Just a simple glare, it scared those people into hiding, which shows the power of the prince of this village, to be precise, Lei Daring and power.

There are two surnames in Lishugou, and the surname Lei is the first surname, with a large number of people.

In the countryside, the power of a production captain seems to be better than that of a company commander of a unit. The lives of the members of the production team are in his hands. He said that he started peeling peanuts today, and the members obediently peeled peanuts today, and he said that they would dig sweet potatoes tomorrow, and the members obediently waited until tomorrow to dig sweet potatoes. He said that he would have to wait a week before the wheat could be divided, and the members had to endure the bitter hunger until the next week.