Elderly people generally wake up early, and before six o'clock, there is the sound of his grandfather getting dressed in small pieces next to Cao Ming, probably for fear of making Cao Ming, and the old man's movements are very light and slow. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

What the old man didn't know was that Cao Ming's sleep had always been very shallow, and he would wake up from light sleep immediately if he was the slightest bit troubled.

However, Cao Ming didn't open his eyes after waking up, for fear that his grandfather would feel guilty, so he still pretended to be asleep.

Half an hour later, Cao Ming jumped up, dressed and got up.

Cao Ming saw that the firewood was flourishing in the house where the stove was built, and smelled the fragrance wafting, and knew that his grandfather had almost prepared breakfast.

Quickly brushing his teeth and washing his face, the sleepiness disappeared immediately in the cold cold water, and Cao Ming was refreshed.

When going to the toilet, Cao Ming found that the manure tank of the old-fashioned toilet squeezed a lot of things, and he did not hesitate, so he picked up the manure spoon leaning against the wall, rolled up his sleeves, and began to clean the manure tank.

The children of poor families have long been in charge, Cao Ming is no stranger to these farm work, in the face of the stench and dirt in front of him, the expression on his face is very indifferent, it seems that he has formed a certain immunity, and he has worked hard for more than ten minutes, and the results are brilliant, basically scraping the original pool to the bottom.

Grandpa heard the movement and came out to take a few looks.

The old man didn't just stop Cao Ming, but just reminded his grandson not to get his clothes dirty.

Grandpa, who has been tempered by the years all his life, seems to have long understood the rare truth that it is better to teach people to fish than to teach them to fish, and he has consciously begun to hand over Cao Ming to do all kinds of crop work a long time ago: ploughing the ground, weeding, changing tiles, building walls, and even the spring planting and autumn harvest that adults have come into contact with, he has let Cao Ming personally practice them one by one.

In his mind, these skills were the most tangible and valuable treasure he could understand, and he taught them to his grandson, who in his opinion would at least have a bite to eat in the world, no matter how difficult it was.

Therefore, the old man has always encouraged Cao Ming to work, and will always supervise with the most critical eye, and will be very strict in criticizing and correcting Cao Ming when he encounters something that Cao Ming has not done well enough, although he is also distressed to see his grandson sweating profusely.

It can be described as well-intentioned.

After eating, Cao Ming didn't need the old man to mention something, so he took the initiative to go out with a large frame made of yellow bamboo, ready to come back with some dry firewood.

Now that the weather is getting colder, families can't afford to buy carbon blocks, and dry firewood is becoming indispensable.

The best use of dry firewood is mulberry wood, which is resistant to burning, and the fire is uniform and the temperature is stable, whether it is stewed or boiled, it is an excellent aid for making delicious farm dishes.

Three miles away from my grandfather's house, there are vast mulberry fields. Some of the branches of the mulberry tree will die in autumn, and they can be used as firewood after kicking it down.

Cao Ming's purpose this time is them.

Walking on the road with a big frame on his back, many neighbors greeted him, and when they saw the things on Cao Ming's back, their eyes were sympathetic and approving.

Panting and coming to the mulberry forest, Cao Ming wiped the beads of sweat on his forehead, and secretly reviewed in his heart: "Damn, this body is still too weak, and you have to train your body well in the future." ”

In fact, in terms of physical strength, Cao Ming is good among the same students, but this cannot meet the needs of heavy farm work in the countryside.

After working for more than half an hour, Cao Ming saw a companion in the depths of the mulberry field, and it was a young woman. I saw her carrying a large bamboo frame, bending down laboriously, mechanically kicking off and collecting a section of withered mulberry.

This figure is a little familiar.

Cao Ming stepped forward and said hello.

In the countryside, taking the initiative to greet is the most basic respect and etiquette.

"Morning."

Cao Ming greeted with a smile from afar.

The other party turned his head, but his eyes were cold and tasteless, and he looked at Cao Ming for a few seconds before slowly nodding.

Seeing this pretty face, Cao Ming finally remembered who she was.

The little daughter-in-law of the Wang family at the head of the village bought it from the mountainous area.

During this period, buying a wife was considered a more locally recognized form of marriage, although the woman who was bought may have been abducted or forcibly oppressed.

The little daughter-in-law of the Wang family didn't seem to want to speak, so she turned around slowly and walked in the other direction with her back on her back.

Cao Ming remembered something and smiled bitterly on his face.

This year is 06 years, Cao Ming is not mistaken, and at the beginning of spring this year, the little daughter-in-law who was bought began her first "escape".

This incident is quite big, and many people are impressed.

That day, the eldest of the Wang family was very angry when he saw that the woman on the bed was gone, and asked the family to mobilize the whole village, blocking all the stations up and down the county, and mobilizing the people for more than ten hours, and finally succeeded in arresting her in the middle of the night.

Cao Ming was at home that day on vacation, and she remembers the scene of her being arrested very clearly:

More than a dozen men tied her up with hemp rope and dragged her along the road like an animal. The woman's face was covered in blood, and her red and swollen face had been beaten so that she couldn't see what it was, but her eyes were cold, as if it was none of her business.

It is estimated that from that day on, she hated the whole village.

Cao Ming sighed for a while, seeing that the sun was not early, he hurriedly gathered his thoughts and returned to work.

It wasn't until noon that Cao Ming dragged the yellow bamboo basket back.

Before leaving, he specially looked at the daughter-in-law of the Wang family, only to see her head down, holding the bottle of boiled water from home in one hand, and half a gray dough cake in the other, biting and eating hard, her eyes were blank and her face was expressionless.

Cao Ming wanted to do something, but found that he couldn't do anything, so he was stunned for a while, and finally turned around and left.

If things had gone according to the trajectory of the previous life, this woman's life would have ended in two years.

In her memory, she would continue to flee the village for the next two years, until each time she was captured and beaten until she had no love, and finally ended all her struggles and reluctance with a bottle of pesticide.

Cao Ming pitied her, but it was only like that, he could be as kind and dedicated as possible in small things, but he would not be a Guanyin Bodhisattva who purified all sentient beings, and he didn't have that ability now.

Back at the grass house, Cao Ming stacked the mulberry wood neatly in the corner of the wall, and after completing this, a red figure flashed outside the fence.

"Brother Ming, you came back last night?"

A little girl, about the same age as Cao Ming, was wearing a beautiful thick cotton red skirt and smiling at Cao Ming.