When Weiyang woke up, he found himself lying flat on the kang alone.

The room was as dark as if it were night, and a thin strip of cotton wool covered his little belly.

He reflexively snorted into the clearing, and then quickly sat up.

Before he could sit down, he reflexively raised his head and slammed into the ceiling a few times.

After sleeping all afternoon, Weiyang now feels that he is full of strength, and the whole person is much more energetic, and his voice is no longer dry and itchy, but a lot more comfortable.

He kicked his feet on the ground a few times, as if he was frightened by something, and ran out of the house. As he ran, he screamed in his mouth.

What Weiyang fears most is the night.

At this time, as always, he came to a corner of the courtyard wall and curled himself up like a ball of cotton.

Leaning against the courtyard wall, Weiyang put his cheeks on his hands, leaned down slightly, and sat on a small pony bench, because there was a faint light from the neighbor's firewood shed, which gave him a sense of security.

Through the light, Weiyang inadvertently found that the shoes on his feet were worn backwards, no, not only were they worn backwards, but also one of the shoes was missing, and the other foot was only wrapped in a layer of socks.

However, he didn't find it funny, because that's what he usually does.

When he looked around and saw his mother in the garden, he stopped screaming.

Soon, the courtyard was completely dark, and only the figure of his mother was shaking.

However, looking up at the sky, Weiyang can still see a touch of blue, and it has not been swept away by this darkness.

Hu Huilan was in the vegetable garden not far from Weiyang, doing farm work.

She was short and thin, but her figure was fat and round, especially shaking, like a bouncy rubber ball.

She was now hunched over, hunched over, digging into the thick layer of earth that had been trampled by the sheep.

In a huge vegetable patch, he pouted his head and dug it into a neatly stacked large clod.

After she fell asleep with Weiyang, she got up and went to work, and was busy all afternoon, until now, at last, there was only less than one or two square areas left.

Weiyang silently looked at the ground his mother had dug up, and thought that if he was allowed to dig such a large piece, then I am afraid it would take ten days and a half months to say the least.

Thinking about it, he couldn't help but feel that the mother in front of him was too powerful.

Weiyang once tried to learn how his mother to dig the ground, but after riveting enough strength and standing up, in the end he couldn't even lift his head, and after digging into the ground, the ground was almost the same as before.

Weiyang inexplicably 'snorted' twice at his mother.

Then he went back into the house, felt the darkness, and found another shoe to put on.

At this moment, he faintly felt that his stomach was empty, as if a pigeon was trapped inside, stirring his stomach vigorously, and making a strange 'coo' sound.

It dawned on him that his mother had probably been busy all afternoon, and that she still hadn't made any progress.

Of course, the scene of the cold pot and cold stove in the kitchen is not once or twice.

And now, the point is, Weiyang now feels so hungry that he can swallow a cow.

But he didn't want to call his mother to cook for him.

Speaking of which, Weiyang has grown up in the end.

The idea of cooking for himself suddenly came to him.

The first time he cooked was a few months ago.

Cooking wasn't as simple as he thought, especially for the first time. In fact, many of Weiyang's firsts were not as simple as he imagined.

For example, the first time he helped his mother wash the dishes, it took half a day and wasted a lot of water, but the dishes were spotted.

For example, the first time he helped his mother sweep the floor, he cleaned it back and forth many times before he barely managed to clean it.

For example, the first time I washed my clothes, the laundry detergent was all wasted, but the clothes were still not cleaned.

In short, among those firsts, the most impressive thing for Weiyang was his first time cooking.