The cuckoo was first picked on her navel and then pricked her ears and eyes, and then Grandma Wang rolled the boiled and peeled eggs on her head and face, which surprised her: Is this beauty?

Then, Grandma Wang rubbed a few more times on her mouth with a newly harvested Coptis chinensis with green leaves, and said, "Coptis chinensis, first bitter and then sweet!" ”

This is good, cuckoo thought.

It's so easy to finish, the toss makes her drowsy, but her body is much more refreshing.

When she put on a small jacket and pants made of silk cloth with red background and yellow flowers brought by her grandmother, put on tiger head shoes, and wrapped a small red quilt outside, she immediately attracted a wave of admiration and envy: there are those who praise the fabric, and those who praise the needlework, which are endless.

This outfit was originally intended for Feng's son, and it was enjoyed by the cuckoo.

After such a fuss, she came to her senses again and smiled at everyone.

The aunt saw that she couldn't love her, and forced her out of the house, wandering around the yard, leading her to see chickens, teasing her to see dogs, and looking at flowers and trees.

The cuckoo took a bath, refreshed, looked at the ancient village in front of him, listened to the festive laughter in the house, and smelled the fragrance wafting from the kitchen in his nose, feeling particularly comfortable.

The people of Quanshui Village held three banquets, and they just ate noodles. Any more, and it won't work. Some people only gave two catties of noodles, and if they were rich, it would not be enough for him to eat.

Therefore, the Huang family also eats noodles at noon today.

But Feng Changshun brought a lot of things, so Mrs. Feng ordered to cut a piece of meat, mix it with green bamboo shoots and other vegetables that are on the market in the mountains, and stir-fry it as a topping for noodles.

Suddenly, this washing banquet was upgraded.

The helpers were very busy, walking with the sound of the wind and talking very loudly.

As soon as the smell of meat in the kitchen spread, the chickens in the yard suddenly became energetic and circled at the feet of the people; The dog's nose is even more desperate, and the dogs of the whole village seem to have gathered at the door of Huang's house. The yellow finch was busy with a long bamboo pole. This side drove away, and the other side jumped over the low wall and jumped in, and circled the little girl.

That scene was really lively!

The little children were not willing to be lonely, although they did not enter the courtyard of the Huang family, but they were scattered outside the courtyard, or catching crickets under the trees, or squatting on the edge of the ditch to get water, all looking at this side from a distance, looking at the little girl who was holding a ball of red in her arms and wearing a skirt.

In this piece of rooster barking and dog barking, and the noisy human voice, the cuckoo was tired of watching and laughing, and fell into a deep sleep.

When I woke up again, it was already sunset.

The guests had dispersed, and there was a low voice of conversation in the room, which was even quieter.

She found herself lying in bed again, sleeping next to Feng.

“…… It's not that my mother said you, you also clean up the baby. Look at the finch, wearing such eight-inch pants, unkempt, like a little ghost! Mother looks at your second family and two babies today, they are cleaned up, and although the clothes are mended, they look like people. "It's my grandmother's voice.

I listened to Feng's words: "My mother knows that Lu Dao said, how can I have the time to take care of her?" I wasn't idle. If not, the baby can be born on the mountain! ”

Mrs. Feng nagged: "I haven't seen you and your son-in-law busy all day long, and you haven't been busy with tricks, and the days are still like this." ”

Feng was silent.

After a while, someone suddenly said crisply: "Okay! Look, big sister, I helped the finch comb her hair. Can it be pretty? ”

Feng Shi turned his head to look at it, and said disapprerovitically: "No matter how well you comb it, if you roll on the bed at night, it's not scattered." ”

Mrs. Feng said angrily: "According to what you say, it takes half a year to comb your hair? Then you ate at night, why are you hungry again tomorrow morning, and you have to eat again? Do you have what it takes to eat for half a year? ”

Feng was speechless.

Feng Mingying and Huang Que'er couldn't help but snicker in a low voice.

The cuckoo couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Immediately, my grandmother and mother spoke at the same time: "Awake? ”

Feng Shi hurriedly picked her up sideways, put her sideways in front of him, checked whether she wanted to change diapers, and said to Mrs. Feng: "Look, this baby is really well-behaved, and she never makes trouble." ”

Mrs. Feng was sitting in front of the bed, sewing a piece of clothing, when she stopped sewing, put it in a small dustpan, and stepped forward to help.

She smiled and said, "This baby is very angry, I think it's a good one." In the future, maybe he will be better than his son. Don't be sad, there are many families, and the son is not as good as the daughter. ”

Feng Shi was silent and did not answer his mother's words,

Feng Mingying and Huang Que'er also came up to see the cuckoo and teased her rarely.

The cuckoo found that the yellow finch had changed into a new suit of clothes and trousers, pink and floral cotton cloth; The hair was tied up, and because it was too short, I combed two small brushes behind my head and tied a butterfly pattern with red silk.

In this way, her slender neck is exposed, with a small face and a slender body, and then set off by the new red clothes, and the yellow little face adds some color, which looks delicate and pitiful.

This is a vigorous child!

Huang Que'er seemed to be in a good mood, because the cuckoo was lying face down on the quilt in front of Feng's body, she tilted her head, looked at the cuckoo from the side, whispered "sister", and leaned over to kiss her face.

Feng Mingying is also a fun-loving person, so she pushed Huang Que'er to the side and said, "Que'er, let my aunt play for a while." Mother, the flowers are so fun, I want to stay here for a few more days. ”

Mrs. Feng glanced at her and said, "Just say you want to play." Don't use your niece to talk about things. ”

Feng Mingying listened to it and coquettishly played with her mother.

After the cuckoo changed the diaper, she was held in Feng's arms again and let her suck milk.

She sucked hard, but she still didn't get anything out.

Mrs. Feng was surprised: "It's been three days, and it's time to get milk." What's going on? ”

Feng Shi was silent.

Mrs. Feng was afraid that her daughter would be upset, and said: "It's not uncommon for a child to be milked a few days later after giving birth, so there's no need to rush it." You rest first, I'll take her to the Lin family next door. Saying that, he picked up the cuckoo and walked out of the room, and Feng Mingying and Huang Que'er also followed.

Feng Shi looked at his mother's back until he couldn't see it.

Outside, the sunset reflects half of the sky, and compared to noon, it is a peaceful scene of sunset and tired birds entering the forest.

In front of the grass shed on the right-hand side, there was a large pile of pine branches, and Feng Changshun was taking his son-in-law Huang Laoshi and his son Feng Xingfa to chop firewood with a knife, while teaching his son-in-law in his mouth:

“…… It's not that my father said you, son-in-law, you are busy all day long, you are all blindly busy, you don't have a rule, you don't have a clue, and you can't arrange it, I look at it and I'm anxious for you. Let's just say that this firewood, such a good pine branch, a big drag is piled up at the door of the stove, and the stove house is like a firewood house. You should be diligent with your hands and feet, chop it into one cut at a time, the same length, so that four or five are together, and tie the grass into a handle, how good! When your daughter-in-law cooks, she doesn't have to bother to break it, just use the tongs to clip it into the stove hole, which saves more effort! All of this firewood is tied into such a small handle, ten handles are bundled one by one, bundled one by one, neatly stacked, piled up in the firewood room, and it looks refreshing......"

He said one line at a time, one line gestured, Huang Laoshi and one line nodded, and couldn't help but respond "yes".

Feng Xingfa worked with his head bored and did not speak.

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