What's the matter.

Pregnant.

The doll conceived during the mourning period of the emperor.

Grandpa Song pulled the cotton hat, put it under his armpit and left first, carrying a shovel in his hand.

He already knew that these boys weren't good.

Isn't that hard?

How to let outsiders know where to sue?

There is still a plaque at home, and it doesn't play a leading role.

Grandpa complained a lot in his heart, but he grinned slowly as he walked.

In his old man's view, people are wealth, and when to give birth to a baby is also a great joy.

So what to do?

If you can't do it, you can go to the household registration later, think about the move, and cover up the good news.

Thanks to the fact that the relationship with the people in the village is good at the moment, listen to Fusheng right.

According to his original opinion, we will not have any contact with the people in the village, and if we can't do the work, we would rather hire people than look for them.

In the future, let the rich daughter-in-law and the Zhongyu daughter-in-law eat more good food, be harder, and let a few old ladies in the family deliver the baby.

"Old man?" Ren Gongxin shouted.

Grandpa Song raised his eyes and thought:

Look at it, this old boy used to faint to death in our house, and the third kid in his family was not a good thing to bring a group of people to the door.

Of course, our house is not a fuel-efficient lamp, and he almost killed the third child of his family, and the eight old ladies ran to the gate to scold the old boy.

I thought that I had a grudge in this life, but a lot of things happened later.

Ren Gongxin cheekily said, let's call it not to fight and not to know each other, we can meet eight times a day, who would have thought of this?

"Why are you hanging around at the entrance of the village at night?"

Ren Gongxin took off his cotton hat and wiped the sweat on his head.

Do you want to sweep the streets of the village at night?

"Old man, I was waiting for you on purpose.

You're going to burn paper, right?

Go to the left-hand side, I'll sweep it out for you, and the snowdrift will let me push it away, don't go to the right.

It is really unlucky to enter the car in the village and press the paper money. ”

Last year, his eldest son was holding paper money and almost lost it to his two younger brothers.

This year, although the eldest child said that he was busy and couldn't come back, and all the yamen were on normal duty without resting, but what if he came back to see his father on the first or second day of the first year of the new year, and then pressed the paper money, who would be lost?

There is no one to lose, and if you are unlucky and lose it to outsiders, people will not be able to kill Zisheng?

Anyway, Ren Gongxin thinks it's unlucky.

For the future of his eldest son, he took his second son Zijiu at night, pushed a trolley, held a broom, and helped the village clean up the garbage at the entrance of the village.

Grandpa Song was stunned:

"You've packed it up? We're going to rub the snow. ”

Grandpa also told Ren Gongxin: "That can't be burned at the entrance of the village like last year, where do we have to come back." ”

Ren Gongxin held back for a while, but he couldn't hold back: "Then why don't you come out early, the snowdrift is like a mountain, look at the tiredness of my grandfather." ”

Isn't there a happy event in the early family, chattering.

And this year, Song Fuling didn't come, she deliberately stayed at home to accompany Mi Shou and take care of these children.

Qian Peiying also instructed Mi Shou separately: "My aunt will burn paper, burn a lot, you are not allowed to be like last year." ”

"When my aunt burns paper, I have to talk and tell them that I can read."

"It's okay, it's quite okay for us to read."

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"Throw, throw, throw the handkerchief, quietly put it behind us, don't tell him, hurry up and catch him......"

In the evening, Song Fuling led her younger brothers and sisters to light a few charcoal braziers in the yard and threw handkerchiefs.

The little baby ran like crazy and scared the chickens.

Accompanied by the chatter and laughter of the children, here at the crossroads of the village, the big guy lit a pile of paper money again.

"Second son, ......" Grandpa Song was speechless after calling his name.

Some time ago, when I just knew that the second child was gone, Grandpa locked himself in the house for two whole days, and he was obviously wilted.

Because the old man always felt that he was really not a good man before, not a good grandfather.

The better the life is, the more I think so, a handful of years, living in vain.

So I always regret it, if he could turn back time, if he could have had such a heart for the boys like now, would he have been able to bring out a few more at the beginning.

I didn't think I would say goodbye to many familiar faces forever.

It was Song Fusheng who persuaded him.

Song Fusheng said:

You're old enough to eat.

Locked up in a room with the old man, he also dissected himself.

said that he was the same at the beginning, and at that time he didn't think that he would go all the way down with everyone.

It was we who helped each other escape all the way, and after stability, we trusted and supported each other to make money, so that we have today.

Therefore, it has nothing to do with whether you live in vain or not, how old you are, and what you have to do with common experiences.

Like the two sons in order to save Song Fushou, it was an instinctive reaction, and they also experienced a lot of things, and the relationship was there.

At this time, Song Fushou looked at the firelight and thought:

Brother, you are waiting, eighty taels is just the beginning, give it to my mother first, I can't become a troublemaker as soon as I come back. It's also winter now, you wait for the beginning of spring, I'll go to you if I earn a little more, and I'll carry you back to your hometown.

Song Fushou wanted to bury the second son and the second son's father together.

He didn't tell anyone about this, but he was worried about leaving when he earned the money, and came back after burying the two children.

Song Fushou didn't say anything to his daughter-in-law first, but thought about his brother first.

Perhaps, in Song Fushou's heart, his own brother and cousins, etc., are all not worth the second son.

Mrs. Ma is very auspicious, and the spirit is different:

"Old man, you will bless us underground.

I, O , am now content, and I have lived a life that I never dared to think of before.

When I go out, I have to look up at me. Really, I dare to say this loudly in front of anyone, there is a plaque at home.

Ah, it's just that there is no grave, don't bother with burning paper for you.

It's a good place, and it's said that it's been dry this year, but I don't think it's too dry. ”

Everyone who hooked this topic immediately said to the fire:

"Yes, the drought here is the same as the normal day in our place, and when we say drought there, it is called a real drought."

"This year's harvest is not good for the villagers, but I think it's okay."

"Well, it's serious, it's enough to eat. This year, this is to grow chili peppers in the land, or it will be more able to chew it. ”

"If it's not enough, don't be afraid, just buy it, the family has money."

Grandpa snorted, "Who?" Who said this? Burn paper, don't brag, "The dead are fooled."

Besides, I won't give you any money.

Turning his head, Grandpa couldn't care about his sadness, so he hurriedly added to the firelight:

"I still have to bless us a lot, let us earn more money, and the children want to study. In the future, there will be a lot of expenses for those who rush to take the exam, and there are dozens of squeaky people waiting at home. ”

Chinese New Year's Eve.

Song Fusheng glanced at his watch secretly, and only drove home at half past ten in the morning.

That's it, it's still Lord Wei who takes care of it, knowing that the home is out of town, so let's go to order it in the morning, and these officials from the warehouse office will meet up, settle the food tail, and divide the year-end bonus before leaving.

It can be imagined what time Song Fusheng entered the village.

As soon as he entered the courtyard, Song Fusheng was surrounded by people, "Quick, change your clothes and wait for you to worship your ancestors." ”

Mrs. Ma lit the incense burner, and the women brought jujube flowers, fish, and various dishes to the table, waiting for Song Fusheng to come back and worship the ancestors.

The whole family, men, women and children knelt on the ground and offered incense, and this time there was an extra plaque to offer.

Song Fusheng asked: "Did you send dumplings to the boys?" ”

"I sent it, I specially wrapped it first, and I came back, and Fugui drove there."

The boys on duty in Nursery Rhyme Town were not at home during the New Year and stood guard.

Newcomers, you have to be on duty in the first year.

The paddy fields are all making spear heads in Fengtian City, and Dalang is able to go home only after borrowing the third uncle's light.

During the meal, Song Fusheng heard that Wang Zhongyu and Song Fugui were going to be fathers?

"Okay, you kid, it doesn't seem to be seriously injured."

Song Fugui's face flushed.

They're secretly drinking again, and now our gang can't be bold.

Anyway, the children are all out, are you still drinking?

"No, Fusheng, you have to ask Grandpa to buy me medicine to eat, he said it was too expensive to buy it for me, and there was blood in my mouth. Am I mainly? Hey, yes. ”

After Song Fugui finished speaking, the men at this table laughed.

It was at this time that Li Xiu turned around and ran out and vomited.

Eight Old Ladies: "......"

It's a side-eye, huh? Who's that?

"Ladies and aunts, how can you ask anyone when you open your mouth," This also hurts my self-esteem too much, and I don't even ask what is wrong, it can be seen that I don't care what I do in your heart.

Li Xiu clutched her stomach: "Can I get pregnant?" I've been confused since yesterday. "Gastrointestinal cold.

Mrs. Ma: I thought even you were pregnant, that would be too annoying.

Ge Erniu: Oh? By the way, she can conceive, she is young.

Ge Erniu looked back at her second son, and then at Li Xiu's son.

Quietly told Mrs. Ma: "Brother and sister, you tell the truth, what do you think of Li Xiu?" ”

Mrs. Ma is busy gnawing on chicken wings, and the meaning of nibbling this during the New Year is good, and she can fly: "What's the matter?" ”

Ge Erniu was afraid that others would hear the nonsense, so she only vaguely said: "My family is happy?" ”

"Ah, then don't worry about it, I don't think she can agree, she doesn't have that heart."

"yes, I'm really worried, and I don't think he can agree."

Don't look for a big girl to find Li Xiu? It's no wonder that he can't bear his own son, and he is indeed blind with Li Xiubai.

However, Li Xiu is very able to endure hardships and earn money, and the eldest girl can't earn it, so she has to give money.

Meanwhile, on the thirtieth day of the Chinese New Year's Eve, Lu's grandmother and mother were still on the road.

It was snowing heavily.

The wheels creaked with the snow.

It's been a few days since the snow and wind blew away.

They all thought that the old lady would be uncomfortable if she was so bumpy, but in fact, the old lady was getting more and more energetic, and the more she hurried, the sooner she could see her grandson.

At this moment, Mama Qin signaled the convoy to stop first and reported to the master: In the county seat that she had passed before, the county commander sent someone to pick up the team and sent many buckets of dumplings.

The old lady stopped and gave the dumplings to the accompanying soldiers.

Then he took the hand stove and was carried out of the car by his daughter-in-law.

She looked up at the sky with a wipe of her forehead: "I don't know if I can see Minrui on the day of the Shangyuan Festival." ”

Qingcheng Mansion.

"Young master, it's time to drink medicine." Junzi held a bowl of black medicinal soup and said to Lu Pan who was lying on the bed.