"Cheng'er, are you hungry? Come and eat this bowl of rice. ”

As the voice sounded, the light of the room dimmed and brightened, and a woman in a thorn hairpin cloth skirt walked in from outside, came to the simple bed with a bowl, and said loudly to Han Cheng, who was half-lying on the bed.

The woman was not yet forty years old, but because of the hard work of the day, her tanned face had already climbed into many wrinkles, like many people of this time.

But at this time, looking at Han Cheng who was half-lying on the bed, the woman's tired and haggard face was full of reassurance and pity.

"Brother, eat it, this is pure wheat rice, and my mother didn't put any wild vegetables!"

A little girl with a thin face and yellow hair said with joy on the side.

At the same time, her eyes looked at the clay bowl in her hand, her small hand swept over the corner of her mouth, wiped away the drool, and quietly swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva.

"Mother, I'm not hungry, give it to my little sister."

Han Cheng looked at the woman in front of him and the little girl who secretly wiped her saliva, tried his best to pull out a smile, and said loudly.

This mother, the shouting is not as stiff as yesterday.

"Brother eat! My mother also used the grain brought back by my sister to cook vegetable porridge, and put a lot of corn in it! ”

Before the woman could speak, the little girl shook her head like a rattle, and her voice was deliberately exaggerated with the childlike style, wanting to prove the deliciousness of the porridge and that she was not hungry for wheat rice, and at the same time took her eyes off the clay bowl that the woman was holding.

Han Cheng couldn't help but sniff slightly, what a great vegetable porridge sounded in the little girl's mouth, he had seen it before, that is, boil some millet first, and put a lot of chopped wild vegetables into it when it was about to come out of the pot.

And in a bowl, more than two-thirds of it is wild vegetables, and the rest is soup and millet.

After the little girl's sister brought back some food from her mother-in-law's house, the food she cooked was what the food she ate at home before can be imagined.

As for the wheat rice that the little girl is hungry for and the whole family can only eat now, it is actually to put the wheat grains into the stone mortar, pound them vigorously, mash the wheat grains, and then put them in the pot and add water to boil the food.

This kind of food is naturally not very tasty, but it is already the best food for the whole family.

Moreover, from the previous conversation between the little girl and the woman, Han Cheng learned that these wheat grains were also brought back by his sister from her mother-in-law's house.

"Xiaoqing, your illness is just right, at this time, you have to eat more good food, and when the food is finished, my sister will bring some back."

As soon as the little girl's words fell, the light in the room dimmed and brightened, and a woman wearing a patch walked in from the outside, carrying a crockpot in her hand, and inside the crockpot was the delicious vegetable porridge in the little girl's mouth.

This woman looks eight points similar to the woman, but she is much younger, and it is Han Xing, the sister of the original owner of Han Cheng's body.

Han Xing is several years older than Han Cheng, is already married, and has also given birth to two children.

The big one brings the small one, this is the most common thing in the countryside, and the parents need to work and be busy for their livelihood, so Han Cheng's predecessor almost grew up on the back of his sister.

For this younger brother who was brought up by himself, Han Xing is very close, and when he goes back to his parents' house on weekdays, he always has to bring a little delicious food to Han Cheng.

A few days ago, after hearing that Han Cheng fell into the river, contracted a cold and high fever, and was unconscious, the corners of his mouth were even more anxious, and he hurriedly packed up some things, and hurried back from his mother-in-law's house dozens of miles away.

Seeing Han Cheng, who was unconscious and had a high fever, he was both anxious and distressed, and he shed tears.

It wasn't until early yesterday morning that the high fever on Han Cheng's body suddenly subsided, and the person woke up, which could be regarded as gradually relieving his heart.

The entire gloomy and bleak family also became cloudy and foggy with Han Cheng's awakening.

Looking at the three women of different ages in the room who were looking at him in unison, and then looking at the wheat rice in the clay bowl with a small mouth missing in the woman's hand, Han Cheng had no choice but to continue to excuse himself.

"Mother, I'll eat it myself."

Rejecting the woman's desire to feed him personally, Han Cheng took the pottery bowl from the woman's Han Xiao's hand, scooped up a bamboo spoon of wheat rice and put it to his mouth, blew it cold and put it in his mouth.

"Eat slowly, don't choke."

Seeing Han Cheng eating wheat rice with a spoon and relish, Han Xiao's face was full of loving smiles and reminded him.

Han Xing, who was eating the vegetable porridge with Han Xiao's family, was also smiling, as if the wheat rice in Han Cheng's bowl had eaten into her mouth.

Eating wheat rice with only a little salt in the bowl and no taste, looking at the three women of different ages, Han Cheng's heart was heavy, and at the same time, it was a little warm.

After learning that I had crossed over, the extreme emptiness and loneliness and frustration subsided a lot, and there was gradually something called warmth in my heart.

No matter how many years it is now for the Great Sui Dynasty, and no matter why the Starting Point Crossing Administration did not give him a golden finger after crossing over, he has to live first and live better.

If nothing else, just for the bowl of wheat rice in his hand, for the three women in this simple hut.

After figuring things out, Han Cheng was much easier to eat.

Ate half of the wheat rice in the bowl in one go, and Han Cheng, who was half full, put the bowl down.

"Why don't you finish your meal?"

Han Xiao looked at the remaining rice in the bowl and said with some disgust.

Han Cheng, who got off the bed, touched his stomach and said with a smile: "Wheat rice is anti-hunger, I have been lying down for the past two days, and the amount of food has become smaller, and I can't eat half a bowl." ”

Hearing Han Cheng say this, Han Xiao's face showed a smile again: "Then these meals will be buckled in a clay basin first, and then you will eat them when you are hungry." ”

As he spoke, he was going to serve Han Cheng's remaining half of the bowl of rice.

Han Cheng picked up the bowl first, and in three or two clicks, he put the wheat rice into the bowls of Han Xiao's, Han Xing, and the little girl.

"It's not good if you leave it for a long time, and it's a pity if it breaks."

Han Cheng said this as he poured the wheat rice into the bowl of the three.

"You kid! You kid......"

Han Xiao said reproachfully in his mouth, his face full of regret.

However, when she picked up her bowl of porridge again and ate the wheat rice that Han Cheng had poured in, a smile appeared on her thin face.

Han Xing on the side was also warm in his heart, full of relief.

The little brother has grown up and knows that he is distressed!

"Little brother, my mother and I went down to pull weeds, don't run around at home, you are just sick, sleep on the bed for a while, but you must not go to the river again.

Little sister, you are watching my brother at home. ”

The farmer always has endless work to do, and the farmer is always idle.

In the past few days, because of Han Cheng's affairs, the family has been gloomy, and Han Xiao and Han Xing are not in the mood to do anything else.

Now that Han Cheng's condition has improved, the two of them have begun to take care of the work in the field.

After eating and washing the dishes and chopsticks, Han Xiao and Han Xing went out to weed the field, and explained in a loud voice before leaving.

Han Cheng and the little girl wanted to follow, but they were easily suppressed by Han Xing with a wave of his hand.

Gotta get some good food to eat!

After Han Xiao and Han Xing left, Han Cheng, who stayed at home, opened the clay jar containing grain, looked at the poor grain in it, and then touched his flat belly, sighing and thinking like this.

It's just that at such a time, how difficult it is to get some good food......

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