Although Qian Mishou was only five years old and his speech was not yet organized, he also expressed the key words that should be said clearly when he was drinking porridge in the stove room.

In the conversation with his aunt Qian Peiying, the more he talked, the more sad he became, he simply stopped drinking the porridge, and when the bowl fell, he thought: What kind of food are you eating, he is going to die of sadness.

That's why I cried out loud later, and screamed in horror for my aunt to run away.

Song Fuling ran to the stove room and saw that her mother was kneeling in front of the stove pit, almost letting the fire start, and her hands were shivering with oil and flour.

She thought she would have to persuade her mother.

However:

"Mother?"

Qian Peiying quickly turned her head to stare at her daughter's face, staring at her eyes for more than ten seconds, not only did she not use her daughter to hold her, but she herself got up with a bone, and her movements were extremely neat.

When I got up, I wanted to run outside.

Qian Peiying grabbed Song Fuling's arm with one hand, kicked away the wooden bench in front of her, ran out as soon as she slipped through the smoke, and shouted with a raised voice: "Oh, mom, old Song!" Oh no, where are you going, hurry up and come out for me, let's hurry up, go! ”

Song Fuling grabbed her: "Mother, don't shout, it is written in the letter, my father just came back from grabbing medicine for Si Zhuang and cleaned it up in the backyard." ”

Qian Peiying didn't wait for her daughter to finish speaking, so she interrupted with a blushing face: "Packing up something, I found that your father was a tiger for a day, and I don't know what it is to burn his eyebrows." There are still four strong people who are going to buy medicine for others, what do these people have to do with us, let's go, hurry up! ”

In the end, she simply yelled at Song Fuling, grabbed her daughter and pulled her to the backyard to find her husband.

Song Fuling couldn't shake her arm hard, her mother was too excited, she yelled urgently, and found that she couldn't suppress it, so she pinched the position of Qian Peiying's right hand with her thumb, and motioned to her mother to look at Qian Mishou.

Qian Mishou, who was standing at the door of the stove room, just glanced at his aunt and cried out loud.

He was so sad that he felt that he was only five years old, but he was carrying unbearable pain on his back.

Obedient and obedient, it's over, my aunt doesn't want him anymore, my grandfather and my father are gone, and the guys in the family are running away, so how will he live in the future.

Qian Peiying looked at the child who was rubbing his eyes and crying, and swallowed the non-existent spit in his throat.

Seeing the child crying like that, his eyes were a little evasive, and he avoided his eyes and stopped looking at Qian Mishou, and suddenly beat his chest with his fist: "My heart is a little uncomfortable, I'll go and slow down first, and I'll come right away." ”

Song Fuling looked at her mother's legs and feet, knowing that her heart was fine, and reminded loudly: "My father will come over soon, and the cow shopkeeper will be back soon, let's leave when he comes back." You go back to the house and change your clothes, some of the changes have been placed at the head of your bed, remember to put your skirt on the outside, and take a few thick clothes and shoes of you and my father, and turn them over well, and put them on all that are useful. ”

Qian Peiying trotted in the direction of the bedroom, and casually pulled out the handkerchief under her arm and waved.

Song Fuling was not idle, and she didn't have time to coax Qian Mishou.

She rushed into the stove and began to load the grain, by the way to check how much there was in stock.

This look, the heart is cold, there is more than half a bag of rice, there are quite a lot of noodles, more than 50 catties, but the oil is a can, or rapeseed oil, sugar is sucrose, not much, salt is only the bottom of the tank.

Kicking the loose objects at the feet, such as more than 20 eggs in the earthen basket, he arranged for the children to work: "Move this thing to the gate, if you can't take it, take less, run a few more times, don't break it." ”

Qian Mishou was still sobbing when he was transporting things for the first time, and when he came down after two or three trips, he was already sweating and forgot to cry.

And Song Fuling's noodles are ready to pull out the big iron pot, this pot must be carried, otherwise what to cook and drink on the road.

When I thought of drinking, I thought of bringing water, and I looked at the vat, this thing was too heavy to overturn the mule cart? But you have to bring water, put it in a wooden barrel, you can't run around looking for water, at least you have to bring temporary water for cooking.

Song Poria handed the gourd scoop to Qian Mishou: "You stand on the stool and scoop water into this bucket." ”

"Sister, basin." Qian Mishou pointed to the noodles that were going to be fried before, but he had already woken up at this time, and he had never fried them in the pot, and pointed to the rice porridge that Qian Peiying specially boiled for him.

Qian Mishou can't stand it now when he sees a little bit of food wasted, because of the starvation experience on the road, he panics when he thinks about it now.

No wonder the child is like this, and it is indeed thrilling.

In the two days and two nights, first Sizhuang's silver was robbed by the fleeing refugees, and in order to leave the boundary of Fucheng as soon as possible, Sizhuang was also to protect Qian Mishou for fear of injury, so he didn't struggle, and he handed it over.

Then Si Zhuang hugged Qian Mishou and rushed hungry, hungry for a whole day, and then probably felt that he walked on his legs like this, the speed was too slow, and he was afraid that the letter would not be delivered in time, Si Zhuang hid Qian Mishou in the grass in the distance in the dark night, and he did the robbery himself, so he was injured.

However, he didn't rob the silver, and he didn't want human life, just to grab the cart pulled by the three mules.

After the robbery, he ran forward while hitting the mule, and threw the things that the robbed family put on the car on the road, so that he did not get to the point of not dying, and the people did not chase him.

Therefore, there is a misunderstanding in the middle, Qian Mishou is young, and he can't mention how his grandfather and mother died, so he didn't say it. Si Zhuang is dumb, let alone speak.

Song Fusheng and the cattle shopkeeper also thought that this mule cart was bought for the road, like Song Fuling and Qian Peiying, although they knew in their hearts that it would be very difficult to escape on the way, but from a good socialist country, they couldn't imagine that they wanted to rely on robbing all the cars.

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When the whole family worked together to toss all the belongings to the gate, the old bull also arrived on time with the wooden cart pulled by three mules.

When the old bull saw Song Fusheng, he reported: "Uncle, this is salt, two catties, bought at a high price, and I can't buy it anymore. In addition, the charcoal brazier and tripod were bought, and only half a bag of charcoal was bought, which is only in autumn, which is rare on the market. As for kitchen knives and iron rakes, the blacksmith lady said that there were no ready-made ones, and she didn't buy them. You put it away, this is the rest of the silver, I brought all the money in the shop, that's all, a little less. ”

Lao Niutou said as he took the two futons handed by Qian Peiying, stuffed them neatly into the corner of the car, and quickly stuffed the silver money to Song Fusheng.

And after the report, without waiting for Song Fusheng to reply, he trotted all the way into the yard with his cat's waist, and after a while, he stuck a few chicken feathers in his head and appeared with three chickens.

It looks like he went to the backyard to catch chickens and kill chickens.

The old cow head tied the chicken to the car, and began to carry buckets and rice bags again, reversing the large pieces that Song Poria couldn't hold.

Song Fusheng looked at the busy figure of the old cow and clenched the silver bag.

Isn't that nonsense?

Three days ago, Lao Niu handed over all the items in the store, how can there be any money.

He knew in his heart that this was estimated to be the last body of the old bull's silver, twenty-two taels, all for him.

When Si Zhuang heard this, he felt that he had no money in his pocket to hand over, and he was a little ashamed, so he worked harder and harder, carried the iron pot to the car with his uninjured arm, and finally ran into the house to look around, and carried Song Fusheng's bookcase out.

In his opinion, readers attach the most importance to this, and books are precious things. ，

But Song Fusheng only pulled out a pile of papers, intending to keep them for ignition, and threw the rest to the door.

Lao Niu was also shocked, for readers, books are fate: "Uncle, those books of yours? ”

"It's too heavy, it's useless to want it, go."

"Drive!"