Seeing that everyone was scattered, Mrs. Ma happily threw her handkerchief in, and scanned Ling'er's whole body like an X-ray, and then she asked tentatively: "Ling'er, see who I am?" Do you still recognize it? ”

Ling'er smiled obediently: "Aunt Ma is good!" ”

"Hey~~~ Look, look, what a clever girl! I'll just say, Uncle Yang and Aunt Yang are such good people, there will definitely be good rewards! Look, God can't bear to let them suffer, so he sent a fairy daughter!

Ling'er, you don't know how much your father and mother have suffered for you in the past few years! You have to get better quickly, help your father and mother work, and when you are older, Aunt Ma will find you a good family, and then your father and mother will follow you to enjoy happiness! ”

Ling'er promised with a smile on her face, and her heart was speechless! Tsk, sure enough, three sentences do not leave the old business, I am now small and thin, said to be more than six years old, but actually looks only four or five years old, not to mention that the family is so poor, the burden is so heavy, how easy is it to find a good family? This matchmaker actually opened her mouth and came!

The old lady came in with a bowl of water, and said with a smile: "Eldest niece, I can remember what you said, if our Ling'er mother-in-law treats her badly in the future, I will settle accounts with you!" ”

Mrs. Ma quickly stood up, took the water bowl, and helped Mrs. Yang to sit down: "Oh, Aunt Yang, look at what you said!" When did I, Ma Xiuhua, deny it? Don't worry, our Ling'er's business is on me! When the time comes, don't be picky, hehe! ”

Ling'er lay on the bed and watched the two of them greet, thinking to herself what time is it? According to the situation at home, it is not certain whether you can live to the end! Get married? Rely on your in-laws? Forget it, it's better to rely on no one than on yourself, no one can help you for a lifetime, or think about how to make life better at home.

At noon that day, the villagers really brought grain, vegetables, wine and meat, as well as pots and pans, as well as cloth utensils and old clothes for the Yang family, etc., and then the women spontaneously organized to cook and cut vegetables, and had a lively meal.

After the banquet dispersed, the remaining vegetables, meat, and grains were naturally left to the Yang family! The two elders of the Yang family were very grateful, and stood at the door to bow and thank each villager who came to help give gifts! I was so busy until it was dark.

The second elder took a brief inventory, roughly classified the things, put away the food, clothes and cloth, and went to bed early by the moonlight.

Relying on the leftover vegetables and meat from the banquet that day, Ling'er can taste the oily smell every day in the past few days, and the second elder of the Yang family also followed the light, and after a few days, the family's complexion is obviously much better, and even the old man Yang, who coughs all year round, doesn't need crutches to walk!

Yang Ling'er suddenly felt: Maybe Old Man Yang himself is not seriously ill, but it is caused by poor eating, malnutrition and poor resistance! If you can let them eat better, maybe the two elders can gradually get better!

So on the fifth day, Yang Linger got up early, dismantled the white cloth by herself, found an old dress given by the villagers to put on, and then ran to the kitchen to cook by herself.

The kitchen here does not have the modern gas stoves, induction cookers, rice cookers, refrigerators and ovens and the like, only a dilapidated stove that is about to collapse, with two pots, one large and one small, the large one is an iron pot with a diameter of about one meter, and the small one is a rice pot with a diameter of about 30 centimeters.

Although Yang Linger has not touched this thing for many years, she is no stranger to it when she was left in the countryside to grow up with her grandmother, and she remembers that when she was a child, her grandmother used this kind of big pot to fry seven or eight people's dishes, and she also helped watch the fire! So burning firewood and cooking can't make it difficult for her at all, but how to use this flint?

Ling'er took two flints and studied in front of the stove for a long time, and the pot was plastered, but it couldn't catch fire! Mrs. Yang, who had just gotten up, came into the kitchen while yawning, and was startled when she saw Ling'er squatting in front of the stove: "Ling'er! Why are you here? ”

Ling'er turned around and saw the old lady, wiped her face embarrassedly and stood up: "Mother, I... I wanted to make a fire, but ......"

"Ouch, my good soul! Come on, give the flint to my mother! Look, this little face made it! Ling'er, you still have injuries on your body, don't run around, it won't be easy to get hurt again! Come, come and sit, my mother will cook for you, ah! ”

The old lady put Ling'er aside, lit the fire with her hands and feet, and worked around the stove! Ling'er sat honestly, staring closely at the old lady's every move, and secretly made a note that next time she tried again, she would definitely be able to do it!

After breakfast, the old man continued to weave bamboo products in the courtyard, and the old lady carried a small dustpan to sew and mend in the courtyard.

She is not bored, but she is observing and measuring, not to mention making this family rich, at least trying to live an ordinary life as soon as possible, right?

The grain sent by the villagers can only last for two months at most! It's August now, and two months later is the coldest day of the year, and the clothes are changed from the old clothes sent by the villagers to probably be able to cope with the past. And this house, in case of a big storm, this house will definitely be finished, what will happen then?

Ling'er walked around with a sad face, and the family background was clear: this is Wangjia Village, the top ten in the village are surnamed Wang, and his adoptive parents Yang and his wife fled here decades ago, and when they first entered the village, they were even worse than now, except for their clothes, they were a broken bowl, and they often begged nearby, but fortunately, the village chief saw that they honestly took them in.

When they were young, they lived by doing short-term jobs for other families, sewing clothes, and taking care of their children, and they saved money for more than ten years to build this small yard. When their lives gradually got better, they planned to buy two acres of thin fields or go to the back mountain to open a piece of wasteland, and when the money was almost saved, Mrs. Yang accidentally picked up Ling'er, and then the family's savings and belongings were all spent on this child!

Therefore, now this family has no land, no savings, no children, no daughters, no relatives! Friends are the villagers of Wangjia Village, and some kind-hearted villagers are helping the Yang family all year round, but they themselves have their own days to live, even the Yang family is embarrassed to open their mouths to others!

What can I do? This is the era of agriculture that relies on labor to eat, and the old husband and wife can't let them go to work anymore, right? But with his small body, even if he wants to work hard, not only is he unable to do it, but people won't want it!

What to do, what to do? Ling'er was so anxious that she walked from one end of the yard to the other end with her hands behind her back, and from that end to this end, stopping from time to time to look up to the sky and sigh! Those old pedants who are worried about the country and the people are full and have nothing to do!

Old Mrs. Yang stopped the needlework in her hand and stared at Ling'er for a long time, and then she gently moved to the old man's side: "Hey, old man, look, our Ling'er doesn't look normal!" ”

The old man also stopped to observe for a long time and asked, "Ling'er, why are you sighing?" ”

"Alas, I'm worried that we won't have anything to eat or a house to live in in winter!"

The old couple glanced at each other, nodded and smiled with satisfaction, and the old lady pulled her to sit down: "Don't worry Ling'er!" You see, these soles made by my mother, as well as the frames, dustpans, and baskets made by your father, are all taken and sold, and when the money is sold, we will exchange some rice and come back, and then dig wild vegetables to dry, chop some firewood and come back, and the winter will almost pass! ”

Ling'er still frowned: "Mother, you sold the soles of your shoes, what are we wearing?" There are also these basket dustpans, one of which is less than a liter of rice, when will this be compiled? Daddy's hands are broken like this, how can he chop wood? ”

Although Ling'er's words were pouring cold water, what she said was also true, and the old couple's faces were also more sad! Ling'er saw that she was a little self-blaming, and hurriedly comforted: "Dad, mother, don't worry, let's slowly figure out a way, anyway, there are still two months before winter, there must be a good way!" ”