Song Fuling stood beside Xiaohong, turned her head to watch everyone eat, her throat moved, and she swallowed and foamed.

It's so fragrant, it's all the sound of chewing rice.

Grandpa Tai dipped rice particles in his mouth, took them off and stuffed them into his mouth, rubbed the soup on the side of his mouth with the palm of his hand, and then snorted and ate it.

The uncle sitting next to his grandfather had already eaten and sweated.

The second uncle sat cross-legged on the ground, his clothes were still wet, but his face was red from eating. It seems that the spicy soup is spicy and flavorful enough, and there is a lot of pork in it.

Uncle Fugui was squatting in the basin, and his hair fell into the basin, but he didn't wipe it, but took his hair out of the basin and tucked it behind his ears.

Still my dad can't see it: "Tie it to your head, you eat slowly, I will choke on you." ”

After having a bowl of rice to cushion his stomach, Grandpa Song pretended to take a cigarette pouch and looked at the bowl containing rice, and saw that it had bottomed out and stopped eating.

He's old, why do you eat so much? I didn't eat enough, though.

Carefully took some tobacco leaves and stuffed them, took a puff, grandpa squinted and sat on the small bench and asked, "Your daughter-in-law is busy for a little day, right?" Just to make this mouthful. ”

"Well, her mother is tired enough, and she is really tired enough today."

"Let her do something else, just say I said it, sneak up on the babies and make some hits, don't worry about us people. How can we adults deal with it for a few days? We'll eat it when we get home. ”

The high butcher smiled: "But, old man, do you admit that this rice is really fragrant, maybe it's a matter of eating alone?" Anyway, I won't forget this meal for a while. I can't forget the last time, but let's drink mushroom soup, tsk. ”

Today, I drank hot soup again, this time it was broth.

Not to drink milk.

He couldn't drink milk, and when he did, he would fart.

Sometimes there are people next to you who can't hold back. Today in the oil shed, many people heard it.

Not only the high butchers, but also a few old men such as Grandpa Song and Song Fusheng's uncle can't drink milk. I wondered: how could the children in the family be willing to drink that?

After tasting it, I really think it is delicious without bud rice noodle porridge.

Well, hold on, and drink even if you don't have water.

"Fusheng, the patriarch told me to let you go to his house tonight, and you two will spread the kang."

"Okay, I see."

Grandpa raised his eyes and looked at Song Fusheng: "Do you need to open a warehouse to find a pen book for you?" He said he wanted to learn from you. ”

"Ah, I'm not going to his house. In the oil shed, aren't there wooden planks on top of those broken boxes? My eldest brother and I lived there. It's rich and noble, and they haven't slept well on the road, so Grandpa will go to each household to find a vacant place later. ”

Even Uncle Song Fusheng opened his mouth this time: "You'd better go, you haven't finished the exam yet." Have you forgotten what your mother told you? ”

Song Fusheng: Look at Uncle, what you said is like how much I am afraid of her.

Can my mother take care of me?

Besides, where is my mother?

Your mother is on the way.

At this time, Mrs. Ma was walking home in the wind and rain.

Before leaving, the people in Fengtian City were arranged clearly.

For example, Yang Mingyuan, this is the two taels of silver money you ordered, let's do what we say, deliver on time, and deliver to your door in the heavy rain.

It has nothing to do with the amount of money, and it will never be counted for people to talk about Song Fusheng's wife behind their backs.

For example, the cow shopkeeper.

Mrs. Ma told him that if the livestock was not taken away, it would be a burden to bring them back, so we would push the cart back to the village. You need to be tired to feed these old cattle.

As for when you will go back to the village, she will keep an eye on the place where the results will be, and after her son Xiucai's results come out, she will hurry back to inform her.

If the city gate is still closed at that time, put a temporary ban on the door of this dart game, and ask Da Lang to find someone to return to the village for you.

The old lady called Dalang here, and naturally became:

"You find someone for the milk, I want to go back to the village."

Da Lang was embarrassed: It's not a system, don't look at it as an official.

Well? Milk, if you don't look for the shopkeeper Qi next door, he should be able to do it when he sees my third uncle's face. Sometimes, it's just a matter of words for people you have a relationship with.

"Fart." With you say?

Mrs. Ma just didn't want to find the shopkeeper Qi.

Who is the shopkeeper Qi? That's the people of the land side.

Ah, everything at home has to be troublesome Lu Ban? How do people think about our family.

This begging people, you have to make your mouth more valuable, and find Lu Pan for big things, it makes sense, we really can't do it.

Such trivial things are also troublesome?

Pull it down quickly, it can be solved with three melons and two dates, Mrs. Ma feels that even if she was embarrassed to ask for something before, she will not do it in the future.

Let's think in the long run, don't be shallow, look for Lu Pan for all, then lose face to your granddaughter.

"I don't believe you don't know anyone."

This is not well, Da Lang is looking for a relationship, after the introduction of a colleague of the Kuraba Ya, the gatekeeper he knows now can only take advantage of the big night to let the official secretly open the corner gate of the city gate and let him milk out of the city.

When Mrs. Ma passed the city gate, he gave Da Lang four boxes of Jiugongge snacks and motioned to the eldest grandson to look at it after she left the city.

If you are willing to help introduce the officer, you will give it to your colleagues, and if you are willing to give it directly, you will give it to the officer.

Meaning, don't let people be busy.

At the very least, polite words, at night, the little brothers are hungry, it is not easy to be on duty for the people, eat a little to cushion the stomach, their own business, grandma's mind. The nine-square grid dim sum, the errand took it home and the child was happy.

Mrs. Ma, the person who gave the gift, was not embarrassed, and made Da Lang's face red.

Carrying four boxes of snacks, looking at the back of the milk:

"Milk, you can't come back when you leave the city? You can imagine! ”

In response to Da Lang, Mrs. Ma turned her head and waved her hand to let her go back, pulling her neck and shouting at night, isn't this causing chaos to others, people are secretly letting us out.

Only a third of the way through the cart, the old lady was out of breath, and thought: It's over, this is not the end of the calf, according to the difference between the first sale of snacks.

At that time, in the winter, the cart walked in the wind and snow, pushing snacks was like playing, and pushing a cart of bricks was not ambiguous.

This person can't live too well, since she became a car owner, her physical strength is not good.

Song Yinfeng was also tired, "Mother, do you want to rest for a while?" ”

Mrs. Ma glanced at the medicine bag wrapped in oilcloth like a zongzi on the cart, and gritted her teeth: "Don't." ”

Two-thirds of the way through, the old lady lost her legs. The road conditions were too bad, the car was stuck in the mud, and she walked with difficulty, one foot deep and one foot shallow.

Si Zhuang took Mrs. Ma's cart, and pulled her shoulders to let the old lady sit on the cart and push it by him.

Mrs. Ma sat on the trolley, turned her head to look in the direction of Nursery Rhyme Town, and just walked to this fork in the road, and she didn't know what was going on there.

"Well, when will the sky clear?"

In Ren Gongxin's grandson's room, a group of children are also saying: "I don't look forward to the rain anymore, the sky will be sunny soon, I want to go home." ”

After speaking, he bowed his head and ate the watermelon one by one, thanking the little general's brother for giving him the watermelon.

"Sister, did you say that the little general's brother's house was flooded?"

"Come in," his family has a little more, in front of God, all beings are equal.

On this day, Poria was still scared to Mrs. Ma, who rushed back to the village.

The old lady went into the house wearing a poncho, touched her granddaughter thoughtfully, and told her that the milk was back.

As a result, it turned out that something was wrong, why couldn't the child wake up, and the children on the kang sat up excitedly, and the granddaughter didn't move.

In the space, Song Poria snorted and slept with incense.