Who knows, that night, my father didn't rush back at all, and invited someone I knew to bring a letter, saying that another uncle's family had left someone, saying that it was while her father was gone, and he also helped preside over the separation of their family.

Mengfan breathed a long sigh of relief, and explained to her mother where the money she earned today was used, but her mother only scolded her for a few words, saying that it was a child's family, and she didn't come back to discuss it first, and then, there was nothing to do, and she could be regarded as temporarily escaping a catastrophe.

On this day, I heard from my family that it was her tenth birthday, so she wore a dress that she put in the bottom of the box by herself today, and the one without patches was still pink, although it looked rustic, but we looked like we had aura, didn't we? Hehe, rejoice for yourself.

Feed the pigs, feed the chickens, and clean up the family's clothes to wash and dry on the bamboo poles on the trees outside the village, before the mother came back from the field, Mengfan made the noon meal, cleaned up inside and outside the house, and then took his younger brother to the continuous field outside the village to call his mother home for dinner.

After hearing the echo and knowing where her mother was, she took her younger brother and ran away, helping her mother carry the back basket containing the sickle and machete, and the hoe was also carried on her shoulder, so that her mother could lead her brother in front.

Behind the mother and younger brother, occasionally met girls who were not much different in her age, and they came back from the field with adults, and when she glanced at her with envy and disdain when she didn't have to work in the fields, she also gave a shallow and reasonable smile.

How many peasant girls in small households don't have to work in the fields? I guess she's one of the special!

But who has a hot-tempered, domineering and arrogant scholarly father? No, there are also people in the whole village who have gone to private schools, but there is no one in the prime of life who has won fame except his father, and this is also the first share of her Li family in this mountain village, of course, it is uncertain in a few years.

You say that her father really raised her as an eldest lady, where did he come from to train her to play all day long? If she hadn't been raised as a peasant lady, what family would have a ten-year-old girl who didn't touch the mud with her hands?

This is simply tangled and helpless, but in the eyes of these girls, she is already very comfortable, otherwise, after the other village girls who came back all the way back saw her neatly dressed coarse cloth clothes, there were few real envy in their eyes.

Of course, if she is willing to consciously be a real farmer girl, working in the fields every day, it will be a matter of human life.

When she got home, she immediately went to the corner of the wall and put down all the small farm tools on her body, walked to the kitchen, uncovered the lid of the small pot attached to the back of the big stove, scooped out warm water from it and poured it into the wooden basin for washing her hands, tested the temperature, and then brought it to her mother and brother: "Mother, brother, wash your hands with hot water!" ”

A trace of appreciation flashed in Li Cheng's eyes, but there was no expression, and he silently accepted this simple warmth from his daughter, and washed her son's little hands first, and then she cleaned them herself.

In front of the dining table, Li Chengshi looked at the three bowls of rice, two dishes and one soup on the table and was slightly stunned, the rice and dry rice were white and fat, a bowl of shredded carrots was fried with a little red pepper shreds, a bowl of kimchi pickles was originally simple, but because of the way of cutting and the various colors of kimchi fished out in the kimchi jar, it was appetizing at first glance, and there was a bowl of egg soup with shredded green cabbage leaves floating on it, there were not many ingredients in it, but the combination of yellow egg cake and green leaf shreds was also very good-looking.

"Mother, you have worked hard, and my brother is hungry, sit down and eat." Meng Fan smiled, and in his sparkling eyes, there was an intention to hope to get a word of appreciation from his mother.

Li Chengshi sat down according to his words, but his stunned turned into a faint anger, and he said angrily to Mengfan: "You are a delicious ghost, your father is not at home, we should save some cooking porridge to eat, there is only one jar of rice at home, or the monks and masters in the temple sent it, there are a few eggs to be sold, why do you take them out and fry them to make soup." Don't you feel sorry for wasting food? Why don't you cook some omnivorous food in rice? Didn't I teach you to save food all the time? This year's rice harvest is so bad, if we want to eat it like this, we won't be able to open the pot at home in two or three months......"

It was a good number of points, so that the original hope to get a sentence of "Oh, my daughter is really good at cooking, my Fan Fan is ten years old, my daughter is really capable" and so on were directly extinguished.

In the mother's repeated accusations and questions, she closed her lips, breathed through her nose, suppressed the anger in her heart that she shouldn't have as a daughter, and opened her mouth to say: "Mother, I'm sorry, I won't be like this in the future." ”

Li Cheng's pregnant man worked alone for a day without being at home, and his mood can be imagined, but when Granny Li's loud voice came from outside the door, it reminded her of one thing.

"Fanfan——, grandma boiled white eggs for you, and they are still hot, today, you have passed your tenth birthday, and tomorrow you will eat an eleven-year-old meal......"