Compared with Wang Dana's family, their family is doing very well.

The petite girl was the most considerate and immediately relieved her fourth brother, "Dad, you have worked hard, eat more food, this tofu was changed in the morning, Daddy, brother and sister-in-law, try it." ”

Yu Xinlan showed a particularly relieved smile and looked at the fourth child and then at the little girl, "You also eat, we are also very hard, this mess at home depends on you, and when the money is divided at the end of the year, my mother will have to buy you cloth to make new clothes!" ”

"What's so hard about doing some housework, even Jinbao is more tired than me at home, and Jinbao is also a piece of meat when he comes to us." Meng Meijiao said.

A piece of chicken leg was placed in Jinbao's bowl.

When children in rural areas are eight years old, they really understand everything, and they usually don't dare to cook too much at home, for fear that they will eat all the things at home when they don't get the food, and they don't even think about meat or anything.

In Jinbao's memory, only during the Chinese New Year or when the third uncle came back from outside, the family could eat enough.

Although the third uncle can also hunt or something, even if he is lucky enough to catch the prey, he is reluctant to eat it at home, and he keeps it for food or money in the city.

This child is usually very well-behaved, and even if he stews meat like today, he doesn't dare to sandwich it more, just taste it, because he knows that adults work hard every day, and if he eats too much, others won't be able to eat it.

So he didn't eat the chicken leg that his sister-in-law chose, but directly sandwiched it into his mother's bowl.

"Mother, you eat. I love potatoes and chicken stuffed teeth. ”

Tang Feng's tears fell in an instant, his son is really too sensible, how can there be a child who doesn't like to eat meat?

But in order to let her eat more, she said that she was afraid that she would not eat it!

At this moment, Tang Feng felt that no matter how much suffering he suffered, no matter how much he was tired, it was worth it!

Wen Xiurong has been married to the Meng family for more than a month, and she usually doesn't talk much, and Leng Meier doesn't want to make much changes now in order not to let the family see anything.

So she really didn't say a word except to say hello today, but now that she sees Xiao Jinbao so sensible, she can't help it.

"That Jinbao has never tasted your sister-in-law's stewed chicken today, this meat is rotten, it doesn't stuff your teeth at all, if you don't believe it, you can taste it!"

Leng Mei'er sandwiched a piece of meaty chicken into Xiao Jinbao's bowl.

Jin Bao looked at the third aunt, and then at the meat in the bowl, and then whispered: "The third aunt should eat more meat, you are not well yet!" ”

The third aunt's voice is still a little hoarse, and her face is better than the previous two days.

On the day Wen Xiurong fell into the water, he also followed his mother to see it, so he still remembers the scene at that time.

The person was lying motionless on the kang, his face was miserable and white, his eyes were kept closed, and Grandpa Wang said that the third aunt was hungry and malnourished, so there were good things for the third aunt to eat.

"The third aunt is okay, and the third aunt also eats meat, you and your little sister are growing up, so you can eat more good ones, otherwise you won't grow tall."

After speaking, Leng Meier sandwiched another piece of chicken for Xiangxiang.

She found that there was not a single flesh or bone in front of this little girl's table!

Tang Feng nodded lightly at the son who came over, "Eat, the third aunt will eat what you have sandwiched." ”

Seeing that his mother nodded, the two little guys immediately put their hands on the meat in the bowl, and the one they ate was called a fragrant one!

The second sister-in-law, Wang Chunhua, also smiled and said: "The third family, your body is not yet thorough, just eat more." ”

In fact, the Meng family's meals in the past were really barely enough for the family to eat seven points full, otherwise Wen Xiurong would not have had an accident because of starvation, and a meal like today's would really catch up with the New Year.

But this family is respectful and tolerant when they eat, as if they don't pay attention to the delicious food at all.

Unlike other people's homes, as soon as it is put on the table, it is like the reincarnation of the starving ghost, and if it is slow, it can't even drink porridge and water, and it can fight twice in order to eat half a more piece of nest and nest head.

The old man and his sons were very happy to drink, and Lala's miscellaneous words increased, Yu Xinlan looked at her husband with a smile on the side, and didn't say anything, as long as the fourth child picked up the wine glass again, he said, "Fourth, you are still young, you have already drunk two cups, and you can't drink any more." ”

Meng Deshou was also obedient, and as soon as his mother said this, he put down the wine cup.

But Leng Mei'er looked at it, as soon as Yu Xinlan made such a sound, Meng Laoshi stopped drinking wine, and explained that she still had to go to work in the afternoon, so it was not okay to drink too much.

Well, it turns out that my father-in-law is also afraid of his wife.

Men don't drink and eat much faster, Leng Mei'er put down the chopsticks after eating half a steamed bun and a bowl of high-grain rice porridge, and then watched Meng Dekui dry five steamed buns one after another, and then ate half of the steamed buns she broke off, and then put down the chopsticks after drinking two bowls of porridge.

Well, this amount of food is enough for her to eat several meals!

No wonder he has so much strength!

After dinner, Meng Dekui went to sleep in the fourth room without heart or lungs, and Leng Meier helped her sister-in-law clean up, and then said hello and went back to the courtyard where she lived.

The original head of the house bought by Meng Dekui was surnamed Ma and was called Ma Fugui.

I heard that before the liberation, he was a small landlord who raised dozens of tenants, but after the liberation, the land and property were divided, and all the family property was robbed, so he could only move to this adobe house to live, but his wife thought that life was too hard and ran away with his son and other men.

The rest of Ma Fugui lived in this adobe house one by one, when there was no food at home during the disaster a few years ago, he went up the mountain alone to find food, and the bark on the periphery of the mountain was gnawed away, so he went into the deep mountain and never came back.

Some say that he was eaten by the big animals on the mountain, and some say that he stumbled and fell down the mountain, and that he must have died in the mountain anyway.

After his death, the house naturally belonged to the brigade, and Meng Dekui was in a hurry to get married, and it was too late to build a house, so he bought this broken yard of the Ma family as a wedding house.

Mengjia Village is not big, only seventy or eighty households, and the old house that Meng Dekui bought is in the last row in the east of the village, behind the house is a small river, the river meanders down the mountain, and looks up along the direction of the river's flow, which is the continuous Dacang Mountain.

Leng Mei'er thought about it again and again, in order to make a little money and find a system to draw a lottery, she had to focus on the big mountain behind the village.

After making up her mind, Leng Mei'er closed the door in the front yard, entered the east room, changed into patched rags, picked up the basket and slipped out of the back door with a machete.

The number of times this Dacang Mountain appears in Wen Xiurong's memory is really rare, because it is rumored that there are big guys on the mountain, and the nearby villagers are just wandering around the outside of the mountain, and few people go to the deep mountains.

Therefore, a timid woman like Wen Xiurong has never been on Dacang Mountain.