Shumin entered the house and moved two lame stools, one handed to Zhengyuan, and the other sat by himself. Hui'er snuggled in her arms, and after playing all afternoon, she was a little tired again, and actually fell asleep in her arms again.

It is now evening, and the afterglow of the setting sun is sprinkled on the mountains in late autumn, on the fields where only the rice stalks remain, and on the two people who are sitting in meditation at the door, outlining a slightly bleak landscape.

The autumn breeze is cool and cool. Looking at the mother and son not far away, thoughts surged in his heart: It would be better if time stayed at this moment.

It is a pity that time did not hear his prayers, or heard, but time does not stand still for anyone.

"Give me Hui'er, and I'll take her home. "Seeing that the sky is getting late, it is time to separate.

"Well, good. Shumin handed Hui'er into his hands, and Hui'er blinked her eyelashes, but she didn't wake up. Shumin was a little reluctant.

"It's not too late, you should clean up quickly, and let Hui'er come over tomorrow." Zhengyuan saw her reluctance and comforted.

"Well, remember to feed her. "Those elders in the family have never made Hui'er care about her, Shumin is very worried.

"Got it," Zhengyuan touched his waist for a while, and felt for a small silver cleat. Shumin recognized that it was left to her by her mother, and when she gave birth to Hui'er, Zhang Li saw that she had lost money, and she didn't even give Wenpo's money and turned around and went into the house. She touched it under the pillow for a long time before she reluctantly gave the silver lock to Wen Po.

"What I saw in my mother's room should be my mother's door to come back. Zhengyuan said with some embarrassment. It turned out that Zhang Li's had been greedy for silver locks for a long time, but Shumin never let go, and she didn't have a problem, after all, it was a shame to ask her daughter-in-law to marry. Who knew that Shu Min gave it to Wen Po as a reward, she scolded in her heart for losing money, although the thing was small but worth a lot of silver, so she brought dozens of dollars and pulled it back from Wen Po's hand. For this reason, Wen Po did not stumble her behind her back.

"Thank you" Shumin took the silver cleath, tears appeared in the corners of his eyes.

Zhengyuan took Hui'er and drove away in an ox cart. Shumin looked in the direction of the village and looked back for a while. He took the two lame stools and turned and went into the courtyard.

The ashes of the plants and trees were almost boiled, and the smoke was not so big. At this time, if you stuff a piece of sweet potato into it, you can eat fragrant roasted sweet potatoes later.

Shumin remembered that there were some sweet potatoes in the grain picked by the Zhang family in the morning, and she hurriedly picked two pieces and stuffed them into the mound. Now there is nothing in the oil, salt, sauce and vinegar at home, and it is impossible to cook rice on a fire. In order to cut corners, Zhang Li took a lot of sweet potatoes instead of rice grains, which helped her a lot.

Simmered sweet potatoes, she used the occasional sparks in the ashes of the grass and trees to make a fire, the stove has been useless for a long time, must be burned for a while, so that the fire will not be cold in the future, this is the countryman's statement, there is no basis, but it is not wrong to do this, and there is no need to cook the meal, the bath water still has to be burned.

It's been almost a month, and Shumin hasn't taken a good shower, hehe

"Is anyone there?"

Shumin was boiling water, and a man came to the door, holding a food box in his left hand and a package in his right hand, and an old hen pinned to his waist.

"Chunquan, why is he here?" Although Shumin was puzzled, he still invited someone in.

The lonely man and widow were embarrassed to let him into the house, but fortunately, there was a table in the courtyard (which was carried out to wash and dry during the day, but had not yet been carried into the house), and Shumin entertained him in the courtyard.

"It's a meal made of autumn flowers, and here are two pieces of cloth, and this is an old hen that lays eggs. Chunquan didn't have any expression, put the things on the table one by one, and the old hen was still in the yard. The old hen's feet are tied, and she is not afraid that she will run away.

"I have a heart. Shumin knew what Qiuhua meant, so he didn't refuse, and opened the food box: there were two dishes and a bowl of rice inside. One of them is wild boar.

"It's so fragrant, it looks like my ex-husband will be blessed in the future. "After a busy afternoon, Shumin said that he was not hungry, that was a lie, no matter how delicious the sweet potatoes were, could there be a delicious meal? Besides, this is Qiuhua to thank herself, although she wants to help Qiuhua a lot, but she also gets a big benefit from Qiuhua?

Chunquan heard her praise her sister, at first he thought she was talking back, and deliberately glanced at her to refute, but who knew that what he saw was a woman swallowing saliva at the food box, and she almost burst out laughing.

"If you're hungry, eat first, and I'll take the dishes and chopsticks back when you're done." ”

"You're welcome, but I've simmered sweet potatoes, why don't you take them back and eat them later?" she didn't have anything now, and the only thing she could entertain was the half-cooked sweet potatoes in the ash heap.

Chunquan's face changed, and he didn't know what to say. Half a ring before he said, "No." He hadn't thought about anything to be entertained, and besides, he wasn't uncommon with sweet potatoes, this woman was so speechless!

"Huh. Shu Min sneered and began to eat unhurriedly with one bite of food.

Chunquan watched tangled on the sidelines. Why is this woman so slow to eat? Why is this woman so fragrant when she eats? I knew that I would go back first, but now I am hungry and watching others eat happily, and my saliva has been in my mouth. alas

"Why is your stool lame?" Chunquan tried to divert his attention.

"Well, it's all an old stool, and it can't be poured with three legs anyway" Shumin's mouth was rice, and he said vaguely.

Chunquan is full of black lines, what does it mean that she can't fall on three legs? Is this a woman who can live? Chunquan can't help but worry about her future life: If she can't live in the future, will it be our family?

"What are your plans for the future?" asked Chunquan.

"I didn't think about it, but my uncle gave me an acre of land, so I shouldn't be hungry. Shu Min looked at the vegetables and didn't raise his head

"So what are you going to plant?" One acre of land is not much, and if you serve it well, it shouldn't be a problem to eat

"I don't think about it, I don't know how to farm, but I can grow some rape. Shumin suddenly remembered what Zhengyuan said about planting rape during the day, and replied casually.

"Are the rape seedlings ready? A lot of rape seedlings are needed for one acre of land. "My family only plans to plant half an acre of rapeseed, Chunquan thought.

"Nope. Shu Min replied confidently, while stupidly throwing the rice grains that fell on the table to the old hen in the yard. Perhaps because she was familiar with the environment in the yard, the old hen was no longer frightened, and when she saw Shumin feeding her rice, she ran over with a giggling voice.

Hearing Shumin's answer, Chunquan thought about it again with black lines, and the idea she had discussed with her sister was justified and strategic, and thought that she had already calculated how to live. Who knew that she seemed to be on a whim, and she and her sister actually got on the thief ship. Doesn't she know how difficult it is for a woman to survive in this world? In the future, if she can't live a life anymore, will she regret it? If she repents and goes to Zhang's house to make trouble, won't it be very difficult for her sister to be a human being?

It seems that I will have to help in the future, and I will let this woman live a better life for the sake of my sister.

Shu Min naturally didn't know what was going on in Chunquan's heart, she had already finished eating and washed all the dishes and chopsticks before putting them in the food box.

Chunquan saw that she had washed the dishes cleanly, and her face slowly improved: this woman finally had some merit.

Shumin politely sent Chunquan out of the door, and asked him, "Do you really not bring baked sweet potatoes?"

Chunquan's face darkened again, and he said "no" and turned around and strode towards the village.

"I don't have to, I'm still reluctant. Chunquan couldn't look down on it, but now it was the only thing she could get her hands on.

Shumin built a simple chicken shed with a broken dustpan and put it in the backyard, and a thick layer of straw was laid in the chicken shed, and the chickens would lay eggs in it in the future.

At night, Shumin finally took a hot bath, changed into clean clothes, and sat in the yard waiting for the wind to dry his hair. It's still comfortable to take a shower, but unfortunately there is no soap or shower gel, and it's not enjoyable.

In the courtyard, under the starlight, Shumin please light his own things:

The grain weighs more than 15 catties, of which the rice grain is only more than 30 catties, the sweet potatoes are about 50 catties, and the rest are soybeans.

Hey, it looks like you have to find a way to make some money, you can't really eat sweet potatoes and soybeans every day.

But what can I do about it?

Shumin looked at the bag of golden soybeans and thought, "If only there was plaster"

I don't think there's such a thing as tofu here, but if you make tofu and sell it yourself in the future, you should be able to make money.