The two of them left one after the other, as if they were fleeing.

"Aunt Li is a broken mouth, you also know that Chen Shanhu is also unforgiving, don't care too much." There was inevitably some gossip in the village, and Chen's father comforted, "Let's go, his mother should bring the soup to the table." ”

"I'm fine." Wang smiled, a little bitter, with the helplessness and coolness of getting used to it.

A woman's family, her husband has died, and she has no in-laws, and the real person in this village is equivalent to an outsider, what more can you say about this? can only suffer silently.

Father Chen and Chen Yuanliang are separated by generations, but they both call Aunt Li, which is really strange. Chen Ping thought about it, but he didn't take Aunt Li and Chen Shanhu's words to heart, I think the Wang family has experienced a lot of this matter, and he can handle it.

Sometimes comforting people doesn't require words, but the more you ignore them, the more caring they are.

When I entered the hospital, I saw that Liu had set up the dishes and chopsticks, but the soup was not taken out, so I waited for Chen Ping to come back.

"Mother, why don't you take out the pork rib soup?" Chen Ping took a rag from the stove, folded it, and moved the clay pot out.

Liu sat with Wang, turned around and said, "Isn't this afraid that the soup is not good yet?" ”

"Okay, go back to the pot, put some spices and eat." Chen Ping did not put salt when he got down the clay pot, and when he opened the bowl on the clay pot, a smell of meat floated out, the meat color was dark, and the soup was even more gray, and a little bit of oil could be seen reflecting the light, and the lotus root inside was slightly crimson.

The pork ribs are in the soup, and the lotus root is simmered, just right.

"It's so fragrant, brother, hurry up." Chen An took the bowl, leaned over to the stove, and swallowed his saliva.

Chen Ping poured the lotus root pork rib soup into the pot, added some warm water, then salt and pepper, stirred it slightly, and scooped some soup for Chen An.

"Taste salty." Chen Pingdao.

The soup is still hot, Chen An blew it twice, and he took a small sip very skillfully, which is a long memory after drinking boiling water.

"Well, it's delicious, brother give me some meat." Chen An finished drinking the soup and handed the bowl out.

"Bring Grandpa and Auntie's bowls." Chen Ping commanded, scooping the lotus root pork rib soup.

There is no other dish, just lotus root soup, pork ribs and lotus root, and the two families gather around the table.

"It's delicious, brother, what you make is better than my mother, cook for me every day in the future." Chen An bit the ribs, sucked the bone marrow, and took a sip of soup.

Liu nodded, the lotus root pork rib soup made by his son is indeed good, I really don't know where he learned it.

"Is it delicious?" The meat in Chen Ya's bowl is the same as Chen Zhen's, there are two more pieces than others, and they are all the kind of boiled half-lean and half-fat pork meat.

"Yes." Chen Ya nodded and smiled happily.

Chen Zhen herself also held a small bowl, sat at the table, chewed the meat, and ate happily.

"This soup is very simple to make, and all the nutrients in the ribs go into the soup." Chen Ping took a sip of soup and reminisced, "There is still soup in the pot, drink more soup." ”

In fact, if there is noodles, put them in this pork rib soup, it will taste more delicious, the pork ribs are still less, and one pound of pork ribs does not feel enough.

"Next time, I'll have to buy some noodles and put them back." I don't know if there are noodles now, Chen Ping thought, but even if he gets some flour back, it's okay.

Thinking of flour, Chen Ping thought of dumplings again. When the fire sickle tray placed in the uncle's house is sold, you can also wrap dumplings.

"It's too far away from the county, it's really inconvenient." It is more than ten miles away from the county, and it is really troublesome to go back and forth, Chen Ping saw the pork rib soup bowl in Grandpa's bowl, and immediately got up to help add a bowl.

"Well, this soup tastes good." Chen's father took the dishes and chopsticks and praised Chen Ping once.

In the end, the lotus root pork rib soup in the pot was not left at all, and it was eaten cleanly. Chen Ping sent Wang and Chen Ya back, and then washed up and went to bed.

A new roof was replaced on the top of the head, and the Liu family in the house also cleaned it, and the potholes on the wall were smeared with yellow mud, although the ground was uneven, Chen Ping believed that in a few days, this house could be renovated again.

"Brother, I still want to eat that lotus root pork rib soup." Chen An felt a little unfed.

"Yes, wait a few more days, don't rush." Not only Chen An, but Chen Ping didn't eat enough.

After doing the last sit-up, Chen Ping lay down.

The quilt was dried, the wet reed wadds inside were replaced, and the dry wadding that had been dried for a day was filled, and the smell of the corner of the wall in the house was almost unpleasant under Chen Ping's resolute supervision and execution.

This sleep is quite comfortable.

"One more bowl." In the middle of the night, Chen Ping got up, and when he came back, he heard Chen An shouting, and he chirped twice in his mouth.

……

In the early morning, the mist rose, and after Chen Pingchen ran, he saw Chen Ya under the old willow tree, still holding a wooden basin, but it was smaller than before, and there were one or two pieces of clothing in the basin.

"If you want to listen to stories in the future, you don't need to use this point, how cold it is." The two sat on the roots of the willow tree, Chen Ping said.

The small skirt in the wooden basin was worn by Chen Ya yesterday, but she didn't see Wang's clothes, so she thought it should have been washed in the courtyard.

When he entered the yard yesterday, Chen Ping found that there was a well under the soaphorn tree.

"Yes." Chen Ya nodded, holding the wooden basin with both hands, looking at Chen Ping with anticipation.

"Okay, let's get started. Yesterday I said ...... Well, explained the problem of the monkeys. Today we're going to get started...... There is a country overseas, called Proud Country. National ......" thunderous summer file, Chen Ping is naturally very familiar with the story inside, the same as that day, push the time forward by hundreds of years, Xuanzang has become Fa Xian, and the excitement remains the same.

After the first lecture, Chen Ping stopped, Chen Ya didn't ask a word in the process, and Chen Ping was a little unaccustomed to it.

"You have no problem?" Chen Ping asked.

Chen Ya shook her head, Chen Ping's eyes picked up, and said softly: "Lying is not a good boy. ”

"I'm afraid you'll run away again like you did yesterday." Chen Ya whispered the reason, quite aggrieved.

It turned out to be this.

"I didn't run yesterday because you had a lot of problems, but because I had to go back and change the roof, otherwise I wouldn't have a place to sleep." Chen Ping chuckled, "Ask, if you have a question, you have to ask it, so that you can study and be a good child." ”

"Yes." Chen Ya nodded violently, her little face bright.

After explaining the doubts to Chen Ya, the fog also dissipated, and the sun climbed up.

"Hand out." After sitting on the root of the tree for a long time, his buttocks were a little numb, Chen Ping stood up, moved twice, and squatted in front of Chen Ya, "Give you a good thing." ”

Chen Ya obediently stretched out her little hand, and there was a jingle of bells, and there were ten more copper coins in her palm.

"That's the money from selling toothbrushes." Use Xiaohei's hair to make a toothbrush, and sell the proceeds, Chen Ping will not take it alone, "There will be it in the future, you can keep the money yourself, and you can take it out when you get married in the future, so as not to be underestimated by your husband." ”

Chen Ya's small hand clenched, grabbed the money, and nodded.

The toothbrush is made of dog hair, and it should continue to be used for a period of time, which is more complicated than the fire sickle, but the sales income is far less than the fire sickle, which seems not worth it, but Chen Ping firmly believes that the sales of toothbrushes will rise steadily.

After leaving Chen Ya, Chen Ping went to the east of the village, and several houses away from the blacksmith's house, he heard the sound of clanging iron.

"Uncle Blacksmith, doing the plough?" There was a pile of curved plough parts on the side of the block refining furnace, Chen Hecai was forging the plow bed, and Chen Erniu was polishing the ploughshare on the other side.

"Several nearby villages have heard about the usefulness of Quyuan plows, and they have all come over, don't I just take advantage of my free time to hit it, and I have to wait until the next year, so I don't know how much to delay." Chen Hecai wielded the hammer and shot out a burst of sparks, "The broken iron piece has already been made for you, in that corner, you see, whether it is suitable or not." ”