The eldest sister Gu Ziyi came in with a hot water washbasin and helped Xiaomi'er wash her face first, and the three sisters washed it one after another.

After washing, my mother also went into the house to wash up, and the four sisters, except for Xiaomi, who was a little younger, could help my parents work, fold quilts, sweep the floor, put the table, and pick up dishes. After a while, my father, who had gone out to cuddle grass, also returned. The porridge is very thin, so thin that you can count the corn grains inside. A plate of chaff noodles. When the nest head of this chaff noodle is just out of the pot, it smells very fragrant, but when you eat it, it turns into sand in your mouth, and there is no taste at all, not only unpalatable, but also difficult to swallow. At this time, the mother would tell them to take a small bite when they bite, and then scoop another mouthful of porridge, and then the bran would be swallowed down the porridge into their stomachs. If it is said that this bran cake is hard to eat, it is even more difficult to pull it out. Even if you exert the strength to get out of the milk, you can't pull it out without the help of external tools. A small circle was made around the top of a wire, and then little by little, a ball of poop the size of a sheep dung egg was pulled out of the asshole. Of course, I can't do this work by myself, when I was a child, my mother helped, and when I was older, I had an older sister, and of course, she sometimes helped my sister.

After eating the cakes, my parents went to work in the production team, and after the New Year, out of the New Year, I had to prepare to pull dung into the field. The work of manure, burying, no one likes to do it, but there are many jobs that can be earned, and parents are not afraid of hard work in order to live a better life next year.

The winter in the Northeast is particularly cold, but also very long, of course, it is also a special cost of firewood, the firewood cut in autumn and the straw distributed by the team, in addition to the corn straw around the toilet, the family is also not stunned. The water tank in the ground of the outhouse was frozen.

Before going out, my mother ordered to pay, and my sister and third sister were "picking up firewood" today's work

After her parents left, the eldest sister and the third sister carried a pear bag about the same size as her (that is, a pear basket, a basket made of wattle barley, with a rope on the basket and carried it on the back, similar to the bamboo building, but it was bigger and heavier than that) and set off with a sickle.

The firewood in the vicinity is almost collected, and they can only go to the mountains farther away to pick up some branches, grass, or chop some rotten roots and wood.

When Qing Barley saw the eldest sister and the third sister go out of the gate, she also got up quickly, she couldn't delay it, and if she dragged it on, the little sister would be sent away. If it drags on any longer, she can't carry it, and the eldest sister will run into Pear Blossom Lake one day, and her life will be lost.

When she went out today, she told her eldest sister that she could go anywhere, and never go to Lihua Lake. Seeing that the eldest sister assured her in the third, she let go of the eldest sister's hand.

The eldest sister and the third sister just went out on the front foot.

She wrapped a scarf and hugged her sister to Aunt Yang's house next door, Aunt Yang and her family are doing well, but life is similar to her family, poor and clanging, the fat aunt gave birth to a son, not yet out of the full moon, if her family gave birth to a daughter, then the fat aunt's family, but it is a net child, three sons, all with handles.

This Aunt Yang just likes her daughter, and she wants to give birth to a girl, but after giving birth to three boys, she was completely disappointed and didn't dare to give birth. However, the three children of Aunt Yang's family, twenty years later, are all doing well, especially the eldest child, after becoming a soldier, not only went to military school, but also became a battalion commander at a young age."

lifted the curtain and carried my sister into the house, Aunt Yang and her second son were in the house, it seemed that the boss and Uncle Yang went to work in the production team.

The second son is one year older than Xiaomi, and when he saw them, he immediately came to him happily, and the barley looked at the buried child in front of him and smiled, it seems that Aunt Yang is a confinement child, no one cares about these two boys, this face is like a little flower cat, two small hands, the hand cover is full of black mud, it can only be because of a cold, there is snot lying on the nose, wipe it with the sleeves of the cotton jacket, and suddenly the face is more dirty, and the sleeves of the two cotton jackets are also black and bright.

Qing Barley looked at her sister who was very shabby but clean, and regretted sending her here for a while.

"Barley, and millet are here, hurry up and sit on the kang, the ground is cold, and the barley head is better."

There is a shack made of plastic sheeting in the head of the kang, in which Aunt Yang and her newborn child are lying.

"It's much better, it's okay to be idle, come and see the fat aunt and the little brother" After speaking, Qingli hugged his sister to the kang. Then he returned to the outhouse, poured hot water out of the pot, took out the hand towel on the pole, and came in with a basin, "Hongtao come here, sister will wash your face"

Hongtao was obedient, came over obediently, not big, the little face was washed, thought about it, washed his hands and feet, and then hugged him to the kang, took off his coat, and let him lie in the quilt. The water was changed from the outside, and the water in the basin was so black that the bottom could not be seen, so I washed the sleeves of the padded jacket, wrung the water, and put it on the kang and burned it.

"Barley, I really envy your mother, why don't I give birth to a girl, if you are so obedient and sensible, I have to burn high incense for the Bodhisattva"

"Auntie, my mother still likes your family Hongjun and Hongtao, what about you, don't know the blessings" Qingli smiled Mimi said

After chatting for a few words, it is not too early to see the time, and my sister and they will come back at noon, and if they don't go, it will be too late.

"Auntie, I want to go and collect some firewood, Xiaomi'er, can you help me watch it for a while? When I come back, I'll bring some firewood to my aunt's house."

"This kid, why is he so likeable, go ahead, but your aunt's family doesn't need your firewood, and your brother Hongjun beats a lot of corn hawthorn in winter, and the family is enough."

Qing Barley smiled when he heard this, "Auntie, then I'll go, when I have money in the future, I will definitely buy candy for my aunt to eat."

"Good, good, good, what a good boy, Auntie is waiting"

Aunt Yang looked at the barley who walked out, and secretly said in her heart, this child is really becoming more and more sensible.

Qingli left Aunt Yang's house, and immediately walked like Pear Blossom Lake, because he was in a hurry, he was afraid that he would not be able to come back before noon, so he ran all the way to the southern slope of Pear Blossom Lake.

In addition to burning paper during the New Year, basically no one came to Nanpo, and no one dared to win the souls of the ancestors. In this era, people are still very feudal, which can be regarded as a gloomy place.

Even if there is no burning at home, everyone would rather walk a long distance than come here to pick grass and collect firewood.

Looking at the Pear Blossom Lake in front of me, I couldn't help but think of my past life.

In her previous life, she gave birth to a daughter, a mentally retarded daughter, and a year after she was born, after knowing that her daughter was deaf and mute, her world collapsed, and in order to treat her daughter, she borrowed a lot of money and went to many big hospitals, but she couldn't do anything. A year later, her husband gave up on treating the child, but the child was the meat that fell from her body, she couldn't give up, she worked hard to see her daughter, she did everything, a year later, the rumors about her husband came, she ignored it, didn't believe it, and another year later, she went home in the rainstorm.

Her four-year-old daughter was worried about her, so she always ran to the door to look, freezing and feverish, while her husband was not at home. She remembered holding the child and knocking on the door of the widow's eldest sister next door, but she didn't expect that it was her husband who opened the door. When she asked, she was met with a flurry of scolding and punches.

She hugged her daughter and rushed out to the village health center, but her daughter closed her eyes forever before she could reach the health center.