Li Ziwen quickly ran into the house and took out the chopsticks and bowls, Li Ziyu successively filled six bowls of noodles, put them on the pot table, and said to the younger brothers and sisters gathered by the pot table: "Dry it first, and eat it later." The little radish chickens pecked at the rice and nodded. She looked around, but there was not a single stool. Is it possible to eat standing and squatting? There was a table in the room with a leg missing, and it couldn't be used as a stool. Looking up at the roof with the wind leaking, this rice is really eaten quickly, and it will be cold when it comes out of the pot in winter. Looking at the younger siblings staring at the noodle bowl: "Eat." He also told the three small ones: "Hold it steady, be careful of the hot!" Li Ziwu held the bowl and said with a smile: "Sister, have you forgotten?" Drink it like this, not hot. As he spoke, his little mouth sucked around the edge of the bowl, took a big sip of sweetness, and licked the scum on his lips with his tongue from time to time. The two little ones also sucked around, grinning and smiling: "It's delicious, it's not hot." Li Ziyu was amused by them and looked at them lovingly. Li Zishan and Li Ziwen also smiled and ate the bowl. Li Zishan ate quickly, and in the blink of an eye, a bowl of sorghum was mushy in his stomach. He didn't serve the second bowl, but lifted the lid of the south pot and scooped a bowl of hot water, and while drying, he carefully soaked the sorghum paste stuck to the bowl in the bowl with chopsticks. Then I slowly drank it one by one, as if I was drinking the delicacies of the mountains and the sea. When he saw Li Ziyu looking at him, he smiled embarrassedly: "Sister, why don't you eat yet?" Today's mush is delicious, sister, eat it quickly. ”

Li Ziyu quickly turned around, she felt her eyes hot, and took a deep breath to suppress the heat. She picked up the bowl and drank it quickly, not fast, her stomach was really hungry. Breakfast is eaten as lunch, and it is not surprising that the younger siblings eat as if they were robbing.

Xiaowen (in the future, for the convenience of the name, it will be called the last word) and several small ones did not hold the second bowl. Xiao Wen and Xiao Wu also scooped a bowl of hot water and drank it with the mush. Xiaohu and Xiaolan didn't drink water, they looked at the little paste left in the basin, and didn't ask for any more, but licked the bowl clean.

Li Ziyu's throat was a little choked, and he said with a forced smile: "Come on, come on, there are a lot of them, and one person will hold a little more." Xiaoshan shook his head: "Sister, I'm full, you can eat." You're sick and you're still weak, eat more. Xiaowen and Xiaowu also put the bowl behind their backs: "Sister, we are also full." Today's paste is really fragrant, sister, eat more. Xiaohu looked at the basin with his eyes, but said with an urn in his mouth: "Sister eat, Huzi is full." Xiaolan sucked her fingers, and her voice was milky and innocent: "Sister eats, she is not sick." "What a good boy! The oldest of them is only nine years old, and the youngest is only three years old, at this moment, Li Ziyu's heart is hot. It was also at this moment that Li Ziyu truly regarded herself as their eldest sister. In the future, it will be difficult to raise them.

Li Ziyu raised her head, blinked back the tears that came up, and said loudly: "I scooped half a spoonful of noodles today, and I made a lot, and no one is allowed to want it." As he spoke, he dragged Xiaoshan's bowl, snatched Xiaowen Xiaowu's bowl again, and put it on the pot. Xiaohu and Xiaolan saw that their brothers' bowls were all put up, and they also tiptoed to put the bowls on the pot. Li Ziyu carefully mixed the paste into six bowls, and even scraped the scum on the rice spoon. Xiaoshan picked up the bowl and hesitated. I know that Xiaohu and Xiaolan will definitely be able to eat enough, Xiaowen and Xiaowu can eat seven points full, and the eldest sister is just sick, so she can also eat seven or eight points full. So he picked up the bowl with confidence, added half a scoop of hot water, and Ciri snorted and drank it quickly. Xiaowen saw that the second brother had added water and half a bowl, but he drank it slowly. Xiao Wu did the same, stretched out his arms and held the bowl, and also let the second brother add some hot water, squinting his eyes and drinking a little left. Xiaohu and Xiaolan did not drink water. Xiaohu held the bowl and drank it violently, even his eyebrows and nose were stained. Xiaolan eats slowly, maybe because of the girl, the amount of food is small, and she eats enough when she finishes eating. Seeing Xiaolan touching her belly with satisfaction, Li Ziyu's heart ached.

After the meal, I brushed the pots and bowls with water from the pot on the north side, wiped the kitchen clean with a rag, and swept the floor with a large broom. The broom is made of threshed sorghum ears tied with hemp rope, and the broom handle is made of flattened sorghum stalks, and the skin is tied with hemp rope on the outside. He also picked out a few large pieces of firewood from the firewood pile they had gathered, stuffed them into the south stove, and lit them with flint and steel. Plug the stove with two earthen bricks piled up in the corner of the wall so that the fire will not be extinguished.

After taking care of the kitchen, scooped a basin of hot water, washed Xiao Wu, Xiaohu and Xiaolan in turn with clean cloth towels, took off their cotton shoes for them, and hugged them to the kang. A fire had just been burned in the house, and firewood had just been added to the stove, and the warm kang in the house was hot. She put what little quilt she had over her three children. On such a cold day, six children have a shabby thin quilt, and there is not enough firewood to burn more. Such an environment, such a leaky house, was not frozen to death, it is really blessed by God. Xu was tired from running outside for a long time, Xu is room had a temperature, and the three children quickly fell asleep.

In the southeast corner of the kitchen, a washbasin stand was tied with three pieces of wood and straw rope, and a wooden washbasin was placed on it. Li Ziyu scooped hot water in the basin and let Xiaoshan and Xiaowen also wipe their hands and faces, and let them rest on the kang. Seeing Xiaoshan Xiaowen take off her shoes and get on the kang, and lie down next to her younger siblings, she went out of the house. She went out to pour out the dirty water and scoop up the hot water again, and she also wiped her hands and face with a hot cloth. When she poured out the dirty water and returned to the house, Xiaoshan and Xiaowen also fell asleep.

She quietly looked at her five younger siblings who were sleeping peacefully, and her heart was full of mixed feelings.

It is said that the children of the poor are in charge of the family early, but this family is too early, they are still children. When she came to this Daye Dynasty, she felt incredible. How could this happen? She also knew that there were online novels in her previous life, but she didn't believe that there was really a time-travel. But what's the matter with not believing in yourself? What can you do as a SWAT? In the SWAT unit in her previous life, she learned the most about the professional training subjects of the SWAT unit. She doesn't need it here. Farming, she is a child from the countryside who can still do it. But the problem is that there is no land to plant in this family. She doesn't understand how to do business. She was an eleven-year-old girl with five orphans, who had no financial resources, not to mention in ancient times, and even in modern times. If you want to have enough food, warm clothes, and live in a house that does not leak rain and snow, this is the most basic living conditions, which are also even more difficult. You can only rely on your own conditions to slowly improve your life.

Maybe the eldest sister woke up, and her heart was supported by the backbone, or maybe the room was warmer than ever, and the five children were sleeping soundly.

Li Ziyu took out several keys from her neck, used one of them to open the wooden box, and found a lock from the box. I subconsciously touched a purse at the bottom of the box, which contained fifty-three cents, all the money in the family. I took it out and counted it again, fifty-three wen, no more than one point, no less. I put the purse back on the bottom of the box and lock it as it is. She actually admires the original owner in her heart, the family is so poor, she can make sure that the most important thing is kept - the lock. Of course, this lock must have been added by my father and mother when I was there, but it was not easy to keep it. Locks, for a few weak children, are the minimum security.

Li Ziyu walked out lightly and closed the door of the east house. Untie the hemp rope tied to the door of the Westinghouse and enter the Westinghouse. The wooden doors and windows of the Westinghouse are still intact, and if the Westinghouse door is not opened, no one will know that the roof of the Westinghouse has collapsed. Thankfully, the Western Wall did not collapse. There is also a roof in the east corner of the west house, where iron pickaxes, axes, bamboo baskets, sickles, hemp ropes, straw ropes, and the like are piled up. These tools were all purchased by his father and mother when they were there, and even if life was difficult, Li Ziyu did not sell them. Without these tools, their lives would be much harder. Li Ziyu took an axe straight away, took two hemp ropes, and carried a large bamboo basket. She was going to go to the mountains to have a look, mainly to chop some firewood and come back, and by the way to see if there was anything else. Li Ziyu gently closed the door of the West House and tied it tightly with hemp rope. Go outside and lock the door with the lock.

Li Ziyu glanced at the front yard as she walked out.

The yard in the front yard is about an acre over. Li Ziyu searched her memories and found that she bought it when her father and mother first moved to the village. It is estimated that I had a few dollars in my hand at that time to buy such a yard. In modern times, an acre yard is huge. In ancient times, the land was vast and sparsely populated, and this courtyard was not very large. The courtyard is enclosed with adobe bricks, and the courtyard wall is about two and a half meters long. In the village, the courtyard wall is quite high. It may be because her home is close to the mountains in the east of the village, and the main defense is the invasion of wild beasts. In the front yard, Li Ziyu's sister and brother planted crops, and they planted sorghum, because the yield of sorghum is relatively high. The sorghum stubble in the field has been cut out, and the ground looks pitted. The grain of this acre of land is the ration of the sisters and brothers for a few years. In modern times, the production capacity of sorghum per mu is as high as 500 to 1,000 catties. The siblings will definitely be able to eat enough. Here, the yield per mu is just one hundred and fifty catties. For a family of six, two meals a day, an average of less than half a catty of rice a day. If you don't starve to death, count them as fateful. Originally, this family also had five acres of land, and the parents died one after another, and the required medicine and funeral expenses, the family's money was not enough at all, and the five acres of land were sold one after another. In the southeast corner of the front yard, a toilet is enclosed with sorghum stalks and hemp rope, and below it is supposed to be a broken jar with two wooden planks on it. Next to the toilet is a wooden dung bucket with a long wooden dung scoop in the bucket. There was a dung heap next to the toilet, frozen to ice and no longer smelly. From the door of the house to the front yard door, there is a path paved with small stones, which is paved with stones that my sisters picked up from the mountains. When it rains and snows, the yard gets muddy. Because it was winter, the whole front yard was depressed and cold.

When Li Ziyu walked outside the courtyard gate, she stared at the courtyard gate tied with wood and hemp rope, and an unprecedented sense of crisis rose in her heart. Who can stand in the way of such a door? Originally, there were two sturdy wooden doors, which were later used for the coffin of my father. Thinking of this, Li Ziyu's heart was numb, sour and painful. He vigorously fastened the door with the strip of cloth on the door, and then turned around and walked worriedly towards the mountain.

Li Ziyu's village is called Yangcaogouzi Village, which is a small mountain village with only about 30 households. Li Ziyu's current dynasty is called Daye Dynasty, and there is a county called Fuyuan County under the jurisdiction of Baishan City, an important town in the northeast border of Daye Dynasty, and Yangcaogouzi Village belongs to Fuyuan County. Yangcaogouzi Village is surrounded by Dalingzi Mountain to the north, a small plain to the south, and a small river to the east of the village. The so-called plains are wasteland developed by the villagers of the village. Most of the villagers in Yangcaogouzi Village are people who have fled the famine from other places and settled here, and their surnames are very mixed, and they all have surnames. Most of the villagers are kind and diligent, and the neighbors get along harmoniously. Originally, there were only a few families here, but later there were more people, and a village was naturally formed. More than ten years ago, Lin Shouchun, the former commander of Fuyuan County, had a micro-service visit and found that there was a village here that named the village and appointed Zhao Qing as the village head and Lizheng. The villagers also officially had a hukou and paid taxes according to the number of acres of land in each family. It is said that the reason why it is called Yangcaogouzi Village is because there is a narrow deep ditch in the west of the village, which is overgrown with weeds. There are a few sheep keepers in the villagers, and they don't care about the sheep every day, and they drive the sheep home after dark. Lin Shouchun happened to walk to the deep ditch that day and saw the sheep gnawing on weeds, so he gave it this name.

Li Ziyu's home is in the east of the village and at the end of the village, and it is also very close to the small river. Her family's house was built on a hillside, on a high ground, overlooking the entire village.