"Fat girl, fat girl, go home for dinner."

Cheng Xiaodong on the north slope of the mountain carried the basket on his back, lowered his head to pick up dry cow dung, heard the sound in the village, sped up the movements of his hands, divided five by two, directly put away the cow dung, grabbed the rope of the back basket, rushed down the mountain violently, and ran into the village.

This village is called Fortune Village, don't be confused by the name, getting rich is just an expectation, and people in other places call this place "Rice Village." ”

The nickname of the village does not come out of thin air, ten years of floods and nine years of drought, located in a remote mountainous area, no electricity, no roads, even if it is a vehicle to come to relief, it has to be parked ten miles away, walk in, the development of the rich village, has become the most headache for cadres, every year at the bottom of the evaluation, every year to relieve the poor, this because this kind of village affects the political performance, cadres have changed batch after batch.

The village was full of smoke, and I didn't know whose food was fragrant, Cheng Xiaodong knew that it was definitely not his own home, so he quickened his steps and ran back in three steps and two steps.

"Mom, I'm back!"

As soon as he stepped into the courtyard with his front foot, before he put down the basket, Cheng Xiaodong hurriedly shouted, and when he saw the familiar figure leaning out of the window, he was relieved.

"Dong'er, slow down, don't run and fall, look at you sweating profusely, tired."

It was Cheng Xiaodong's mother Zhang Wenfeng who spoke, thirty-five years old, with sunburn spots left by the sun on her face, dark skin, but gentle eyes.

"Mom, I'm not tired, but today I picked up a basket full of backs, and Dani next door didn't catch up with me, look at her little short legs, how can she run past me."

As Cheng Xiaodong spoke, he plunged his head into the water basin with the paint off, fluttered twice, wiped it casually, and then walked to the water tank, took the water scoop, scooped a scoop of cold water and took a few bites of it, and hiccuped, which made Zhang Wenfeng laugh again and again.

Looking at the broken rice porridge on the stove, Cheng Xiaodong licked his lips, walked to the backyard and took out a black square table and placed it in the middle of the room.

Zhang Wenfeng brought the vegetable leaf soup in the pot, turned around and walked to the pickle jar and touched it with his hand, took out a small piece of pickle gnocchi, cut it into seven or eight slices, and put the rest back.

"Dong, eat first when you're hungry, don't wait for your dad." Zhang Wenfeng looked at Cheng Xiaodong and looked at the broken rice porridge, pursed his lips and smiled, touched his head and said softly.

Cheng Xiaodong didn't move his chopsticks, shaking his head like a rattle.

Hearing the sound of the grass shed outside, Cheng Xiaodong got up and rushed to the door to look, it was his father Cheng Qian who came back, hung up the hoe, and was adding forage to the cattle in the livestock shed.

"Dad, I've added it all, wash your hands and eat."

Cheng Xiaodong held the basin of water, walked to the stone mill, and waited for Cheng Qian to wash his face with a towel.

"Little cub, why do you come back on time every day?" While wiping his face, Cheng Qian was amusing Cheng Xiaodong.

Cheng Xiaodong thought about that throat and went home to eat, grinned, stuck out his tongue, and didn't say anything.

"Yo he, look at our little ghost elf, I still hide my heart with your father, let me see, how many you hide!"

Saying that, Cheng Qian put Cheng Xiaodong up and rubbed his face on his chest, making Cheng Xiaodong laugh again and again, and tears were about to burst into laughter.