The smoke was everywhere, the yellow dog barked, and in the afterglow of the sunset, he sprinkled his eyes on the wildflowers in the courtyard, and the little fat man sitting under the porch subconsciously sighed.

The house is very large, divided into two courtyards.

The front yard is facing the village avenue, there is a gate next to the door, flowers and trees are widely planted in the courtyard, and there is a corner gate in the backyard. The main entrance is high and the side is low, the middle gate is tall and can be opened to traffic horses, the side door is a small door for daily access, and the left and right sides of the front yard are guest residences, connected by a long corridor. The courtyard is a hall, and the inner courtyard is separated by an earthen wall behind the hall, and inside is the heavy eaves house of the master's home. Surrounded by the wall, there were also outbuildings such as garages, stables, kitchens, warehouses, and servants' quarters, which were quite large.

It's just that all this exists only in the mind of the little fat man.

The real situation in front of me is: the courtyard wall is leaking everywhere, half of the door is collapsed, the corridor wood is rotten and broken, and most of the guest rooms on both sides have collapsed, and they have been built into chicken piers indiscriminately. The flower beds that should have been planted all over the front yard are now mostly bald, revealing a yellow-brown bottom mud. There are also lush weeds coming out of the intervals, taking up little space.

In the front yard of the half-human deep Artemisia weeds, there is a path leading to the left side door, perhaps there are no cars and horses in and out, and the middle door that has not been opened for a long time is difficult to open.

It is not enough to describe the situation at this time, and the most appropriate way to say it should be: broken households.

The only thing that made him happy was that the house and under the porch were all covered with wooden floors, and they were solid wooden floors.

"Cross over, cross over, give a better identity and die......" Looking at the two white and fat little hands, the fat man sighed helplessly.

"Dun'er, what do you think is in your mother's hand?"

When he heard the sound, he looked up, and a young woman was holding up a shiny sugar cake and winking at him.

The fat man subconsciously glanced at the silver hairpin on the woman's head, and his tone was gloomy, "Mother, I remember that when you went out, you had a golden hairpin on your head." ”

"Hey, isn't Dun'er dazzled?" The woman shook the sugar cake and ran to the little fat man in three steps and two steps, "Don't you want to eat it?" ”

The little fat man swallowed his saliva, but his stomach became hungrier and hungrier.

The woman broke the cake in half and stuffed the big one into the little fat man's hand, and kept the small one for herself. He sat down next to the little fat man under the porch and ate it in small bites.

Looking down at the faded embroidered shoes that followed the woman's legs back and forth, the little fat man showed a wry smile that was completely out of age: "Mother, how many acres of land does the family have?" ”

"There are always three or five acres." The young woman replied nonchalantly, humming an unknown ballad. It's always fun to eat.

"Where does the field return?"

"Your uncle will take care of it."

"Can you come back?"

"It's hard to estimate."

"......" The little fat man was speechless, glanced at the young woman who was eating with infinite joy, and finally asked, "Mother, how old are you this year?" ”

"Nineteen." The young woman blurted out, but she was suddenly stunned, "Dun'er, why are you asking how old you are?" ”

"Just ask." The little fat man handed the young woman half of the sugar cake and jumped under the porch with his arms.

In ancient times, women and 笄 (15 years old) could be married. The countryside is smaller, and you can take it home at the age of thirteen or fourteen. Nineteen years old is young, but motherhood is already common in this day and age.

"Not eating?" The woman asked, holding the sugar cake behind her back.

After struggling through the wild grasses of Artemisia, the little fat man stepped out of the hospital for the first time.

It is an antique village in sight, and it is the time of the meal, when the smoke of the cooking is curling, and the smell of rice is fragrant. Sniffing vigorously, he turned his eyes to the right again, and a large tree with a crown like a cloud was growing in front of the hedge, and the huge shade of the tree stretched far away from the dirt road in the village, covering the small half of the front yard.

Looking at the thatched adobe houses in the village, and then looking back at his own heavy eaves and high houses, the little fat man finally found a little comfort.

Emaciated camels are bigger than horses.

The little mother under the corridor is not good at farm work, housework is not good, eating, drinking, lazing and sleeping, everything is sparse. In a word, the body of the young lady and the life of the maid.

If you rely on pawns to get by, you don't know how long your broken family can last......

"Mother, do I have a name?"

"You didn't pop out of the cracks in the stones, you are naturally famous." The little woman's eyes widened, "Your father's surname is Liu, and your own surname is Liu." The third ...... in the family"

The little fat man twitched the corners of his eyes, "Liu ...... Three...... Dun? ”

"Ping, Liu Ping." The woman's beautiful eyes suddenly rippled, but they were fleeting.

The little fat man racked his brains, but he didn't come up with a character with the same name in history. Then he asked without giving up, "What year is this night?" ”

"Nine years of Yanxi." After the woman finished eating half of the sugar cake, she straightened up and beckoned to the little fat man.

The little fat man gritted his teeth and his face was shy, but he couldn't help but move in front of his mother.

The little woman spread her shirt sideways and struggled to hold the little chubby mound in her arms. Can't resist the temptation of **, the little fat man sucks happily.

"Eat slowly, and no one will rob you."

As soon as the little fat man wanted to refute, he was suffocated by the sweet **. After eating one side, change the other side, so that you are only half full.

The little fat man estimated that he should be 4 to 5 years old, and it was obvious that he would not be able to eat enough just to feed.

It's just that he didn't think about it, the country baby is still nursing at the age of four or five, and he is the only one in a radius of ten miles.

The little fat man didn't dare to ask about his father, thinking that he would be more auspicious. Asking is also in vain to make my mother sad. And he also knew that he was the only reason why his mother could stay in this dilapidated home.

In this era, remarriage is actually very common.

Carefully wrapping up most of the loaf of bread, the little woman straightened her clothes, took off her embroidered shoes, and went into the church. Most of the houses in the backyard are not used, and the mother and son live in the high-style heavy eaves hall.

There won't be any guests anyway.

Wiping the floor is a daily homework that mothers must do. The little fat man thinks it's a kind of practice.

A home can be broken, but people can't fall with it. From this point of view, the mother's innocence and optimism, which is completely in line with her age, is the most beautiful scenery in this family at the moment.

There are two pairs of shoes under the porch. A pair of clogs, a pair of embroidered shoes.

When she goes away, her mother wears embroidered shoes, and at home she mostly wears clogs. Because it is easy to take off. No wonder it is described as an arrogant person who will use a sword to go to the temple. Wearing shoes and stepping directly on the spotless wooden floor, completely ignoring the fruits and feelings of others, is indeed arrogant enough.

The bright hall is large and wide, and when it is finished, it is getting dark. What should I do with dinner? The young woman crossed her waist and thought for a moment, and then walked towards the chicken coop built in the ruins.

"Why didn't you lay eggs?" The greater the hope, the greater the disappointment.

This sentence was heard by the idle little fat man, so he also gathered around.

Stretched out his head to look, but saw a chicken with golden hair, iron distance, burly body, large and sharp eyes, thick and short beak, long neck hairless, like fire high, neck, chest, shin almost in a straight line.

The little fat man's eyes lit up: "What a rooster!" ”