Song Caiwei's ears spewed fire straight out, and she was just about to step forward to pick up the rice soup in the basin and splash Zhou's face, when she heard someone shouting outside the door: "Is Brother Haoyuan at home?" ”

"Yes."

Song Haoyuan was very familiar when he heard this voice, and after thinking about it, he knew that it was the village chief. Song Haoyuan was very puzzled, and he didn't know how the village chief could come to him at this dinner point for no reason.

But doubts are doubts, Song Haoyuan's hands and feet are not idle, put down the chopsticks, neatly got off the kang, and quickly went out to welcome the village chief in.

The village chief is about 50 years old, 1.7 meters tall, wearing a thin blue jacket of cotton, ninety percent new, and his already unhealthy body looks even thinner.

The village chief's name is Liu Xianghai, and he is the younger brother of Liu Xiangjiang, the patriarch of Shangliu Village, so he is quite prestigious in the village, plus he is a square person, and he is respected by the villagers.

As soon as Liu Xianghai walked into the house, he didn't look around, only glanced at Song Caiwei gently, turned his head and sat on the kang under Song Haoyuan's courtesy.

"Brother Liu, you haven't eaten at this time, have you? If you don't dislike it, let's have a meal here first, and then we'll talk while eating. ”

Song Haoyuan saw Liu Xianghai sit down, and before he could speak, he greeted him warmly, and asked Zhou to go to the bottle of wine in the storage room.

"Don't, Brother Song, don't bother my brother and sister, I have something to notify from door to door, so I'll go to the next house later."

Liu Xianghai was very polite, stretched out his hand to stop Zhou, who was reluctant to get off the kang, and smiled softly.

"Oh, that's it," Song Haoyuan saw that Liu Xianghai's tone was firm, and he didn't hold back any longer, so he had to ask: "Then I don't know if Brother Liu has anything to say, wherever you can use your brother, you just open your mouth." ”

"Nothing ......"

Before he finished speaking, Liu Xianghai saw Song Caiwei suddenly walk to the front of the kang and pick up the pot of bacon and cabbage, and quickly took a few white steamed buns in the frame containing the steamed buns, and then brought them to the table under the kang.

For a while, the atmosphere in the room was a little solemn.

Old man Song's face was not good, Zhou wanted to open his mouth and scold, but was stopped by the old man's eyes, and Zhou also knew that he wanted to save some face for his old man, so he held his breath and glared at Song Caiwei again.

The rest of the Song family saw that the Zhou family couldn't scold, and they didn't say anything else.

It's just that Liu Xianghai was a little embarrassed, so he had to laugh dryly.

And Song Caiwei didn't have time to take care of them, put down the bacon and cabbage, and gave the Su family a few points of the steamed buns they brought, if they didn't want it, they would stuff it into their hands.

"Mother, you see how good my milk is, seeing that our family is working hard all day, and I still want to give us something good, you see that our little six are moved, how fragrant it is, or my milk has a big face, if my father has a spirit in the sky, it is estimated that he will be at ease."

Song Caiwei sighed lightly, her eyes were a little lonely, and in Liu Xianghai's eyes, she only felt that Song Caiwei was a sensible and good child.

But after listening to Song Caiwei's words, the Su family didn't think so, they only felt hatred in their hearts, and they had no scruples, so they ate it in a big gulp.

"Oh, Sister Zhou, you are a blessed person, you see how filial your granddaughter is, I always remember your goodness, it seems that I can't be wrong when I grow up."

Liu Xianghai is a smart person, otherwise even if his eldest brother is the patriarch, the position of the village chief will not be his turn to do it, not to mention the affairs of the Song family, he usually listens to it.

So Song Caiwei's half-sarcastic and half-sad words now, of course Liu Xianghai can understand it.

In addition, he couldn't stand the usual actions of Zhou and Song Haoyuan, so he took Song Caiwei's words and covered for Song Caiwei.

"Yes, the children in the family are filial."

Song Haoyuan is a real farmer, although he has the consciousness of letting the eldest son in the family study and become a scholar, but like Song Caiwei's words, Song Haoyuan did not hear anything.

It's just that when he heard the village chief praise his own child, even though the child was Song Caiwei, he still replied happily, showing a proud smile.

After a few words, the embarrassing atmosphere just now began to become lively again.

Song Caiwei's family ate their own food, and as for what the village chief and Song Haoyuan said, they just listened to a rough idea.

Song Caiwei only heard the village chief say that it was time to recruit soldiers once every three years, and asked each family to count the strong men according to the head, and if the strong man did not come out, he would take ten taels of silver to a person's head.

Song Caiwei didn't pay attention to it when she heard it, anyway, it had nothing to do with her, and the Zhou family didn't give them a look in front of people, so Song Caiwei was very satisfied with this meal.

At the end of eating, a pot of bacon and cabbage was eaten, and Song Caiwei was very happy when she looked at the sweetness of the family's food.

In the end, after the village chief left, Song Caiwei's family of course was inevitably scolded by the Zhou family, but everyone consciously didn't take it seriously, and after cleaning up the dishes and chopsticks, the family went to the backyard happily.

"Mother, the bacon is so delicious."

Back in the house, Xiaoliu Song Chengjun raised his little face and said happily to Su Shi, the expression on his face seemed to recall the taste of bacon just now.

"It's delicious, and when the fourth sister earns money in the future, she will make bacon for you to eat every day."

Song Caiwei saw that Su Shi's face was a little gloomy when she heard Xiao Liu's words, so Song Caiwei reached out to pick up Song Chengjun, rubbed his little face with her nose, and said in a childish tone.

"Really? Fourth sister, let's pull the hook. ”

As soon as he heard that Song Caiwei would have to make bacon for himself every meal in the future, Song Chengjun was excited, plus he was still young and didn't know what his current situation was, so he only puffed up his little face happily and stretched out his little thumb to make a gesture to hook up with Song Caiwei.

"Okay, I'll pull the hook with Xiaoliu."

Song Caiwei couldn't bear to break Song Chengjun's little wish, and at the same time, she also promised that the whole family would live a good life in the future, so she happily stretched out her little thumb and pulled the hook with Song Chengjun.

"Hanging on the hook will not change for a hundred years."

"Stamped."

When the thumbs of two little people touch together, it is not only a promise, but also love, and it is a fetter that invades the bone marrow.

At the beginning of the moon, the night in the countryside returns to the most simple and peaceful primitive state. Occasionally, there were two or three barking dogs, which added a lot of strange colors to the silent but warm night.

Song Caiwei's family surrounded the only oil lamp in the house, the female embroidery, the male literacy, and the small one running around on the kang, making trouble.

For a while, there was a lot of laughter, and the family finally came to life.

"Mother, I'll tell you something."

Since Song Caiwei had already said a lot of things to the Su family that she shouldn't have said today, she had no scruples at all now.

"What's the matter, you can tell it."