Women are like this, when they are busy, they are in the front, and when they eat, they are always more active than others.

So Qian Peiying didn't listen to Song Fusheng, she still took over the pot of fried noodle tea one after another, and was afraid of wasting oil, so she could take over the work of frying twist flowers with her hands and feet. Let her husband sit beside the old cow head and breathe the cool breeze, and cook in the carriage to death, so he can rest for a while and stop eating.

In this way, she was still in a hurry, and she planned to finish the food quickly, so she had to pour out two pots, a pot of boiled tea and eggs, and boiled all the more than 20 eggs in the ancient family.

Boil a pot of boiling water, take out a few water bladders and fill it, and use all the rest of the water.

One is to pour out the empty bucket and fill it with water when it arrives at the hometown, so as not to waste space.

Second, give the water bladder to the old cow and the four strong and they will all distribute it, and then it will be the guy they drink water from, don't take the gourd scoop to scoop the water in the bucket and drink, you take a bite and I take a sip, who knows who has what's wrong.

In addition, I have to put some brown sugar and ginger shreds in the girl's kettle and Mi Shou's water bladder separately to prevent the temperature difference between day and night. It's better than being prepared in front of a lot of people after arriving in my hometown, and when the time comes, I will give these two, not those children in my hometown, and I won't look good. She is not soft-loving, she just can't see children too miserable.

Whether it's Song Fusheng or Song Fuling, seeing Qian Peiying so busy, they didn't take it seriously.

Because in the past, regardless of whether she cooked dumplings or ate on weekdays, Qian Peiying had this problem, for example, the dumplings were not cooked, she said, you eat first, for example, you two don't have to wait for me, I will wipe the console with heat before eating.

They are used to it.

The two of them each had two twist flowers, and opened a bottle of canned bean curd, and they ate it with the old cow's head.

Qian Mishou looked at this and looked at that, the five-year-old baby, who didn't have time to change the tattered clothes on his body, was quite in line with the identity of fleeing the famine. But the little face and hands were washed clean, a clear and delicate immature face, with sideburns wrapped in a small square scarf, how to look at how well-behaved, he felt sorry for Qian Peiying like a son, and he felt uncomfortable.

Leaned over, and before he could speak, Qian Peiying called him: "Mi Shou, it's not good, don't get so close to me, let the oil splash, go and eat." ”

Qian Mishou didn't go to the side, he made persistent efforts and lifted the twist forward: "Auntie, eat." ”

Qian Peiying glanced at the small tooth marks on the twist: "You eat first." ”

After speaking, she found that the child was disobedient and wanted to stuff the oily twist flower into her arms, Qian Peiying hurriedly blocked it with her hand: "What's the matter, are you full?" I don't know when the next meal will be, so eat more. ”

"Keep it for you."

"So much, what are you leaving for me?"

"I can't eat so much for a few days, and I don't have a few sticks for one person, I don't believe you do the math. I am small, so I saved it for my aunt, for fear that my aunt would not be willing to eat. ”

Qian Peiying: "......"

Qian Peiying called out to her daughter: "Poria cocos, listen to it, you know how to eat, look at your brother, it's worth it for me to be tired." ”

Song Fusheng also turned around and teased: "This kid can slip his beard, Mi Shou, you can also say something good and obedient to coax your uncle, why don't you know how to save food for me?" ”

Qian Mishou blinked, and said in his heart:

How can you compare to your aunt? You can't compare to your sister.

Because only when his aunt and sister are well fed, he can live, and only these two are related to him by blood, and they will not ignore him at any time.

If my aunt is so hungry that I can't stand it, my uncle will have a lot of new aunts by then, and my sister is probably not going to have a good time, let alone him, so please my uncle? No, there are no eye sockets.

Thinking of this, he quickly pulled the burden he had been carrying.

Song Fuling saw that the little brother not only didn't reply to her father's words, but also nervously pulled the baggage, she was really puzzled, from the beginning of the meeting to the present, this child carried it wherever he went, and no one wanted to give it: "Mi Shou, can you tell my sister, what is there?" ”

Qian Mishou covered his mouth with his hand, and Song Fuling, who had no silver of three hundred taels here, whispered: "Sister, then you can only know with your aunt, don't tell your uncle." ”

"Okay."

Song Fuling was very cooperative, and used half of her body to block her father's sight: "Open it, he can't see it." ”

Song Fuling thought that such a nervous treatment was like a jade seal of the country, not to mention gold, silver and jewelry, but also valuables, she never thought of it: "This is a brick?" ”

Qian Mishou corrected: "It's a glutinous rice brick, and you can bite it twice when you're hungry." ”

Song Poria almost spit it out, and a smell came to her face: "Can you bite this?" Break your teeth again, and say that this thing can't be eaten, you see that the surface is full of green hair, throw it away, you are obedient, my sister will not be hungry if she stutters, I promise. ”

Unexpectedly, her words caused Sizhuang and Mi Shou to be anxious.

Si Zhuang hurriedly waved his hand and whined twice.

Qian Mishou rushed over and protected the two bricks: "I can't throw it, this is what my grandfather gave me, grandpa said, I was so hungry that I rolled my eyes that day, my aunt gave me a piece." ”

Qian Peiying glared at her daughter: "Don't throw it away, you made him cry, let Mi Shou be a pillow and leave a thought." ”

Song Fusheng rolled his eyes at Qian Mishou, and at the same time complained in his heart:

How much did this ancient father-in-law look down on him, thinking that he would starve his wife and daughter, no wonder the letter has reached the level of supporting orphans, and he can write a long half-page paper to scold him first, which is enjoyable.

He specified that he could not read the letter to his daughter and daughter-in-law, for fear that they would laugh at him to death.

And then everyone didn't take this episode seriously, really thought it was the last ration.

It is speculated that the old man Qian prepared this to prevent him from being robbed on the road with other rations for his grandson, and this glutinous rice brick is not afraid, and it can be chrome off with a bite of teeth, and no one knows what to do.

Besides, if you are really ready to eat and silver, it is easy to kill your grandson, and only the rations that everyone dislikes can let your grandson live.

Song Fusheng commanded the old man: "Is that a blister in front?" Stop there, let the mules rest, drink some water and eat some grass, and let's get off the car and move. ”

The old bull breathed a sigh of relief, and ran for two hours in a row, and it was estimated that he would be able to run for another hour, and he would almost arrive before dark at night.

Song Fusheng extinguished the fire of the two pots, helped his wife and daughter get out of the car, and handed Qian Peiying a coat, signaling to go to the toilet later, and take this thing to block the girl.

was just about to turn around to solve his personal problem, but found that Qian Mishou followed Qian Peiying behind, and he brought it back: "You pee with me." ”

Qian Mishou squatted on the ground, his eyes staring at the burden on Song Fusheng's shoulders, it was his.

Song Fusheng said angrily: "Don't worry, I have a lot more good things than you, I haven't picked it like you, I can't lose it wherever I go." ”

Qian Mishou didn't squeak, pulled a handful of grass to wipe his buttocks, and just wiped his mouth and grinned: "It's good to tie." ”

Song Fusheng sighed: "Wait." ”

Reflexively returned to the car, found a few pieces of cotton cloth used to wipe his face in ancient times, and distributed them to Lao Niu, Sizhuang, Qian Mishou, and himself.

"Cough, take this wipe, remember to wash it when you use it, and dry it after washing, you have to save some use, this is what I used to wipe my face."

The old bull head refused: "Uncle, then you take it back and wipe your face, I also use a stick at home, and I am not so particular." ”

Song Fusheng couldn't continue this topic, he couldn't stand it without paper, and he couldn't stand it even more if he didn't have a cloth: "Just take it for you, I'll cut the soap corner later, and put a small piece on the waist of one person, it's enough to choke if you can't take a bath, you have to pay more attention to cleanliness and don't get sick." ”