Zhou Zhi thought of Chen Wenju when he was neutral in his mind.

That day, he won a bet in the field and won Chen Wenju, and asked Chen Wenju to plow the land and plant wheat for his family, which offended the Chen family, and he had already expected that the Chen family would retaliate. But I didn't expect it to come so quickly, this Chen family is bold enough, and they dare to set fire to their own house in broad daylight, is there really no royal law in their eyes?

Holding a package and paper in one hand and a wooden box in the other, Zhou Zhifei ran into the courtyard and went straight to the stove house. The closer he got to the stove house, the more Zhou Zhi wondered in his heart, isn't it? If there was a fire, the house should have been a mess a long time ago, and my father couldn't move, but my mother, sister and younger brother should have put out the fire a long time ago. But at this time, the stove house was very calm, and it did not look like a fire.

Ran to the door of the stove house and heard my sister's incessant coughing.

In the smoke, Zhou Zhi finally saw clearly, where was the fire? It was obvious that my sister was squatting in front of the stove and cooking on the fire.

Today, due to the rain, the firewood room leaked, and the firewood for cooking was wet, and the smoke coming out was very large. In addition, the air pressure is low today, and the smoke that comes out of the chimney cannot come out, but it all comes out of the stove, and the smoke in the small stove house is rising, as if it is on fire.

A false alarm!

Zhou Zhi got into the smoke and walked into the bedroom, put all the things in his hand away, and then took out the two books "University" and "Analects" from his arms, pressed them under the kang and kept them properly, and then returned to the stove house.

The sister in the smoke was still squatting in front of the stove, fanning the mouth of the stove with a puff fan in one hand, trying to fan the smoke in, but the more she fanned the wind like this, the more the smoke overflowed. My mother was waiting for my father in the back room at this time, and the back room was full of smoke. Daddy Zhou Tie was choked and coughed, and from time to time he scolded twice with an urn sound, "Dead girl, won't you burn a fire well?" I want to choke your dad to death. ”

My sister didn't pay attention to it, but the fan worked harder.

Zhou Zhi approached his sister, her sister's face was blackened by smoke, and her beautiful big eyes were choked by smoke and kept crying, looking very embarrassed. When she saw Zhou Zhi coming, she smiled bitterly at Zhou Zhi in embarrassment, "Alas! Xiaozhi, this meal is really not easy to make. ”

"Sister, take a break and let Xiao Zhi come!" Zhou Zhi felt sorry for his sister, and without his sister's consent, he pulled his sister up with one hand, and he immediately squatted in front of the stove.

My sister was choked like that, and she still insisted on cooking on the fire, how could he bear it? Sister Zhou Luyun has worked hard enough for this family. The housework at home, I can share some of it, or I still have to share some of it.

First, use a burning stick to stir slowly in the stove a few times, fan it violently for a while, let the firewood fully burn, and then slowly add a small amount of firewood, and the smoke will gradually decrease. But the smoke of the stove house is still not small, and the thoughtful choking for a while is also in tears.

"It's still not windy enough!" Zhou Zhi said secretly.

In later generations, there will naturally be no need to burn firewood for cooking, but now it is the Ming Dynasty, what can you use to cook without firewood? Gas and electricity? Obviously impractical.

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Fortunately, the lunch is very simple, and the yellow rice and pumpkin are mushy. Anyway, the Zhou family will never leave the pumpkin every meal.

In the summer, pumpkins are planted everywhere in front of and behind Zhou Zhi's house. Growing pumpkins and feeding on them was the main feature of northern farmers at that time. Pumpkins are particularly vigorous, yielding a lot and easy to preserve. Now in Zhou Zhi's firewood room, there is very little firewood, and this pumpkin is almost full of firewood.

The yellow rice pumpkin paste made by Zhou Zhijia is naturally more pumpkin and less yellow rice. It tastes a little sweet, but who can stand eating it every day, eating it every day? No way, this is the life of a poor peasant family in the north of the Ming Dynasty.

After cooking a meal, Zhou Zhi also choked on tears. Standing in the courtyard, he took a few breaths of fresh air, and then washed his face with cold water.

"Sister, are there any feathers plucked by the wild goose yesterday?" Zhou Zhi suddenly thought of something, turned his head and asked.

"Yes, yesterday's goose feathers were piled up in the firewood room before they had time to be thrown out. What's wrong? Xiaozhi, you ask what that does? Sister Zhou Luyun took a few breaths of fresh air outside the hospital, and finally relieved herself at this time, and asked puzzledly.

"Hmmm! I want to give it a try! Zhou Zhi replied nonchalantly.

At this time, the smoke in the stove house finally dissipated.

Zhou Zhi and his sister Zhou Luyun entered the stove house, and their mother had already filled the bowl, first brought in a big bowl for his father Zhou Tie, and then the three of them sat at the low dining table.

Mother Zhou He's brows frowned slightly, and said, "Where did Xiaocheng's child go?" I don't know how to go home when I'm lunched. ”

The younger brother Zhou Shaocheng is still a child after all, and he has to go out to play every day. It was raining today, and Zhou He stopped it a few times but still didn't stop it, and he finally slipped away after being thrown away.

As soon as Zhou He's words fell, the weak figure of the younger brother Zhou Shaocheng appeared in the courtyard. I saw that he was covered in mud, and from time to time he wiped his eyes with his sleeve, obviously just crying.

Walking on two short legs, Zhou Shaocheng flashed into the house timidly.

Zhou He, the mother, loved the child, and hurriedly asked, "Xiaocheng, why are you crying, has anyone bullied you?" ”

Zhou Shaocheng sobbed and whispered, "Today I was playing with Wang Fatdun on the street, and Wang Fatun said that I stole his chicken to eat, and I said no, so he threw me down in the mud and punched me a few times. ”

Wang Fatdun is the youngest son of his neighbor Aunt Li's family, and he is the same age as Zhou Shaocheng. However, this Wang Fatdun inherited the obesity gene of his mother Aunt Li, who is very obese, and his height is much taller than Zhou Shaocheng.

When the peasant children play together, they will inevitably fight for a while and get good for a while. But this Wang Fat Dun is also, in Zhou Zhi's memory, it seems that he cried his little brother Zhou Shaocheng several times.

The mother took the little brother Zhou Shaocheng's little hand, and gently wiped his tears with her cuffs, while comforting, "Xiaocheng, don't play with that Wang Fatdun in the future, my Xiaocheng is an honest child, and he can't fight with others." ”

Zhou Shaocheng nodded slowly, and then sat on the low stool. Yesterday's goose meat was still there, so my mother put a piece of it in his bowl for my little brother Zhou Shaocheng.

Zhou Zhi glanced at Zhou Shaocheng and said, "Xiaocheng, are you afraid of that fat dun?" ”

Zhou Shaocheng didn't understand what his brother meant, so he had to tell the truth and nodded lightly.

Zhou Zhi paused for a moment and said, "Xiaocheng, don't be afraid of him, he is the same age as you, he has hands and feet, you also have hands and feet, don't be afraid of fighting." If you fight with him again in the future, you will clench your fists and hit him hard in a certain place, such as the nose and chest. Even if you take a few punches from him, you have to hold back, never back down, and after a few times, he will be afraid of you. ”

Zhou Shaocheng was a little timid at first, but when he saw that his brother Zhou Zhi's eyes were looking at him with encouragement, he nodded heavily.

When Zhou Zhi's mother Zhou He and sister Zhou Luyun heard Zhou Zhi admonish Zhou Shaocheng like this, they couldn't help but look at each other and were stunned.