Because of boredom, Jiang Yi began to look at the situation in the hut.

The base of the hut is made of large stones, about a foot long, and the main part of the wall is made of mud bricks.

In some places, the gap between the bricks is large, and the cold wind is constantly poured at this time.

There was a girder on the top, which was then paved with wooden planks and covered with tiles, although it was not broken, but it was a little old and looked a little old.

This kind of tiled house is actually quite good, and many people in the village can't afford to live in it, and they basically live with wooden planks as walls and thatched roofs.

Inside, according to her previous memories, she knew that the cottage was divided into two rooms.

Lying on his own was the inner room, about ten square meters, except for a bed, at the head of the bed was an old wooden table with drawers, a stool that was about to fall apart, and at the end of the bed there was a bamboo pole, on which were a few pieces of torn trousers.

Under the clothes are two jars, that is, the jars that Buru has just beaten rice, one for chaff and one for rice.

Although she couldn't see it outside, she also had some impressions; On the right side of the door is a single stove, next to an iron pot, an iron kettle hanging under the girder, a broken water tank, a pile of dried grass seedlings and a bundle of firewood, and on the left is a square table and two long wooden benches.

This is all she has now.

As far as she knows, the Bu family is well-off in the village, with seven or eight acres of paddy fields, more than 30 acres of land, a fish pond with two big buffaloes and three calves, and four tiled houses.

And the only thing that was divided into the sons of Buru was this house that was originally stacked with miscellaneous items and these belongings.

She couldn't help but sigh, not knowing if it was for herself or for herself, Lang Jun felt worthless.

There was a "bang", and suddenly the door was pushed open.

A small figure barged in.

"Sister!" A childish voice with a little joy came; "Look what I brought."

I saw a boy who looked to be seven or eight years old rushing from the living room to the inner room like the wind.

The boy was thin, with messy yellow hair, tattered and dirty clothes, and a rotten sack behind his back, which seemed to be quite heavy, but his little hands clung to it.

Maybe running in a hurry, in such a cold weather, actually sweating.

This is Jiang Chunya's younger brother Jiang Zhen, this name was given by his father when he was born, and his father used two catties of rice to call the old gentleman in the village.

My younger brother is two years younger than her, eleven years old, and now he looks like he is only seven or eight years old, which shows that he is seriously undernourished.

Since she married into this family, her younger brother has been taken care of and raised by her cousin, but according to her younger brother, she has to do a lot of work at her cousin's house.

Jiang Chunya has always loved his younger brother very much, and every time his younger brother comes over, he will leave him with delicious food, so this younger brother is also very dependent on his sister.

It's just that this younger brother doesn't know that his own sister is actually gone, and she has changed someone.

However, he will be his younger brother in the future, Jiang Yi thought to herself.

Jiang Zhen looked at her pale sister, smiled and unloaded the sack, and took out something in the bag; "Look! There is a pheasant here, and two large turnips. ”

Bu Ru, who was burning the fire in the living room, approached at this time and asked in surprise when he saw this thing; "Wow! How did you get this thing? ”

"I caught a small trap on the mountain yesterday, and the two radishes were given by Uncle Chen at the entrance of the village over there." The little boy grinned.

Bu Ru Daxi; "Great, your sister needs to make up for it, I'm going to kill the chicken, and you're here to talk to your sister."

"Uh-huh, okay." Jiang Zhen watched Bu Ru rush out, leaned down and whispered in Jiang Yi's ear; "Actually, this chicken and radish were given by Brother Meng Hu. I met Brother Meng Hu in the village yesterday, and I told him that you were sick, so he gave me these things this morning and asked me to bring them to you. ”

What a little slippery head, Jiang Yi smiled slightly.

Brother Meng Hu is a neighbor in her former Jiang family's village, living at the foot of the mountain, an outsider, no land at home, following his father to hunt in the mountains for a living, everyone has played together since childhood, and the relationship is very good.

According to her younger brother, on the night she got married, Brother Meng Hu drank a pound of rice wine alone and cried like a child.

The two sisters and brothers were in the room, the younger brother was chattering, and Jiang Yi listened silently.

Not long after, a scent came.

Bu Ru said with a smile; "I added water to the kettle, chopped half a pheasant into it, and cut a radish and threw it in, and cut a few slices of the remaining ginger just now and put it in, tonight's chicken porridge is guaranteed to satisfy your brothers and sisters."

The confident face is lifelike and extraordinarily good-looking.

This is a delicate young man, if it weren't for his hair being messy, his face being pale, if he wasn't wearing a patched tattered cotton jacket and a pair of open-toed cloth shoes, if he had not dressed up well, he would definitely be a beautiful boy now and in the past.

"Uh-huh, I believe your brother-in-law, hehe." Jiang Zhen listened, swallowed his saliva unconsciously, and nodded cooperatively.

In this era, it is a very happy thing to have a meal of meat to eat, and if you boil meat and add a little salt, you will feel that it is delicious in the world, how can you be dissatisfied.

"Don't be in a hurry, boil it for a while, cook it softer for your sister to eat, and the taste in the bones can be boiled out." Bu Ru said very carefully, looking at Jiang Yi, his eyes were filled with incomparable happiness.

Soon, the fragrance became stronger and stronger, Jiang Zhen went out to help wash three bowls, and when the three pairs of chopsticks were used, the chicken porridge was finally boiling, Bu Ru returned to the rice jar in the bedroom, took out a small bottle, and poured some white crystals into the kettle.

This is salt, in ancient times, this thing was not cheap, generally people would put away the food after cooking, and would not put it in the kitchen at will, not to mention the current family, as far as she knows, there is only this bit of salt at home, and there is no money to buy it.

Bu Ru took a wooden spoon, stirred it in the kettle for a while, and then carefully scooped out two bowls.

Jiang Zhen was not polite, sat at the table with a bowl in his hand, picked up the chopsticks and was not afraid of being hot, and ate it squirmingly.

Bu Ru took the bowl into the back room, put it on the table, and then carefully helped Jiang Yi to lie half-lying, picked up a porcelain soup with a broken tail and blew it, and slowly brought it to her mouth.

Jiang Yi didn't have any strength at this time, except for being cold, she didn't seem to feel anything else, and she didn't even feel hungry.

But when the spoon came to her mouth, the rich aroma came to her nose, and she involuntarily opened her mouth slightly.

The chicken porridge enters the mouth, the temperature is just right, and a fragrant and fragrant smell fills the breath, which makes people appetize.

When I swallowed it, a warm current flowed from my mouth to my abdomen, and then spread to my limbs, which was very comfortable.

The second soup was down, Jiang Yi instinctively longed up, looked at the bowl in Buru's hand, and saw that there were some oil flowers floating on the bowl noodles, which should be boiled out of the chicken, the tender yellow chicken has a very fragrant and heavy taste, the brown rice inside is boiled softly, plus the sweetness of the radish, this bowl of porridge is extremely delicious.