It's the first time that Mrs. Ma dislikes her three sons so much.

If this is at home, even if the harvest is not good in previous years, she can cook enough when San'er's family comes back, and Zhang Luo is the best.

After all, if you are hungry again, you will have a bottom in your heart to guard an acre and a third of land.

But what is the situation now?

As the saying goes, if you bring an umbrella on a sunny day, you will bring hungry food, and this is counted. I don't know what to do in the future, so I have to save some food. I'm afraid that in case, there are more than 20 people, and she doesn't want to starve to death.

But what's the matter, what about a big man?

The first said, mother, you can't have two meals, you can't eat enough, she changed it to three meals.

Later, she said that she was tired from work and had to have dry food, so she didn't make a nest too.

In fact, Mrs. Ma didn't want to make dry food in her heart, purely because the words were mentioned by San'er, and she was scolded for another person. If you don't rush or travel, you can rest now, and if you are hungry, you will be hungry, and you will not die of hunger.

The result is good, I don't appreciate it at all, which is not satisfying. He also disliked the stiffness of the wowo, and said that there was no oil and water in his stomach.

Mrs. Ma really wanted to ask her old son: "Look at your mother and me, if there is oil and water in this bone slag, you can chew and chew it." ”

"Come, mother, you come with me, I'll tell you."

"Don't talk to me, go up to the side."

Song Fu dragged Mrs. Ma stiffly, and insisted on stuffing twist flowers into Mrs. Ma's mouth.

Mrs. Ma was forced to stuff twist flowers in her mouth, she was reluctant to vomit, she was even more angry if she didn't vomit and eat, those oily noodles, knowing that if she wanted to escape the famine, San'er's family could also harm the gold and precious things. She has been chanting more than a hundred times, and her heart hurts once.

"Mother, you eat, we can't finish it before we can escape the body. Now there is eating and drinking, everyone is together, you don't have everything, pickles and pimples meat sauce half a hare, you put long hair is better than eat in the belly. I said let Qian cook, why didn't you listen. ”

Song Fusheng said again: "Mother, if you put your heart in your stomach, I will do everything to prevent you from starving, if I have a bite to eat, you will have you." This man has to eat oil and salt all day. ”

Mrs. Ma didn't listen to it, and Song Fusheng didn't know it, she said it over and over again, and even lost her temper, but what should she do when she turned around, his mother just didn't let go. He knew that it was because the old man was too worried in his heart, and he couldn't persuade him.

The children have half a twist flower per person, arranged by Song Fusheng and divided by Qian Peiying.

Dalang and Erlang, who were assigned to Song Fucai's family, didn't want two and a half young men, and Song Fucai also said that he didn't need to give them to them, and left them for Fat Ya and Mi Shou to eat.

Qian Peiying didn't agree: "It's not much, just half a root, take it, Da Lang Erlang is also a child in my eyes, eat a little, and there is oil and water in the stomach." ”

Da Lang handed the half of the twist flower he had been distributed to He's: "Mother, you eat, you haven't spoken for the past two days." ”

He wiped his tears and refused to twist the flowers.

Erlang broke off half of the twist flower and put it in Song Fucai's mouth: "Dad, you can taste it too." ”

Song Fucai patted his second son on the back, and then looked at his mother-in-law, He. For the first time since I ran until now, my attitude softened and muttered:

"Don't worry about his grandmother's house, taste the twist flower, you can't eat good things all year round, and you can't cry to death. If you think about everything, we can go home in two days, and we don't have to run. ”

Song Fuxi's family is because of the children, the eldest girl and the second Jinbao, so their family is divided into one and a half.

Song Jinbao habitually wants to rob his two sisters of twist.

Song Fuling coughed.

The fat girl said that there was no dry rice, dry rice, Song Jinbao scratched his head, and his hand retracted.

If you want to say that he is a child, why can he give up his immediate interests and believe in Song Ling? Intuition, yes, is such a mysterious belief.

But Zhu didn't care about that, and snatched the twist flowers in the hands of his two daughters.

Song Fuling can't cough and remind, she can't meddle with other people's mothers bullying her daughter.

Song Fuxi probably felt that Song Fuling had been looking at his house, and the third brother and sister Qian Peiying were also looking, he turned around and looked at him a little embarrassed, and frowned at Zhu's: "Brother and sister give the eldest girl and the second girl, what are you doing here, hurry up and give it to the girls, they are all children, not born by you?" ”

Zhu muttered in a low voice: "I don't eat it, I want to put it up for them." After muttering, he handed the twist flower back to the eldest girl and the eldest girl, and warned the two daughters with his eyes, which means that you have to take the initiative to leave some for your brother Jinbao.

For only one day and one night, Song Fuling looked down on her second aunt Zhu very much, thinking that this person had a crooked heart.

You said that you are a woman yourself, how can you still be like this, and you don't even pity the flesh that fell from your body.

Don't say that the ancient girl will marry in the future is the water that is spilled out, so why is the aunt and uncle Tian Xifa very good to Sister Taohua, people also have a son Brother Huzi, you look at the family of five, counting the old lady Tian, half a twist is divided into five people, and the grandmother is not partial to her grandson, the grandchildren are the same, and the smile on her face is very sweet.

Sometimes, that's happiness.

Song Fuling complained in her heart that there was a problem with the Zhu family's character, and it was not good for her daughters, and there was a mess not far away, and the daughter-in-law was worse than the Zhu family.

Beat the girl with a burning stick, as if beating an enemy of life and death.

Song Fuling's aunt Song Yinfeng explained: "Third brother and sister, you don't know if you're not in the village, this Li Xiu, the one she is holding in her arms is her own birth, and now she is chasing after the woman in front of her, she is her stepmother." ”

Qian Peiying asked, "Is the one in front dead?" How do I listen to the noise and not like fire? ”

Song Yinfeng shook his head and hesitated what to say, mainly because he was afraid that the third brother and sister would think too much, but in the end he still said the truth:

"I didn't die, I only gave birth to this one girl, I hurt my body when I was born, and I can't be reborn in the future, and I'm a woman from our neighboring village. I haven't remarried now, and I'm living by watching my brothers and sisters-in-law live in my parents' house.

Having said that, Zhao Fugui is a very honest person on weekdays, and before he left his original match, the two of them lived a sexual life, which was to let his mother's son marry Li Xiu again.

Li Xiu was a disaster elsewhere two years ago, she ran down from the mountain, she was quite handsome, we don't know who she is, she told the people in the village that she was separated from her family.

As soon as Mrs. Zhao died, Zhao Fugui was honest, Li Xiu had a son again, she was completely in charge of what she said, and the daughter left behind in front of her would not suffer. ”

Qian Peiying didn't think much about it at all, and didn't contact her actual situation, mainly because she didn't have that consciousness, she took a few steps forward and said: "Emma, you can't fight like this, if the child doesn't finish fighting, I think that girl will be eight or nine years old." "She's still worried about stopping it.

"Why are you eight or nine years old, twelve years old, called Chunhua, you can't eat enough and grow small."

And Song Fuling ran over early.

The eldest girl and the second girl felt that the fat girl was so bold, and she still drilled into the pile, and they were afraid to beat people.

Song Fuling got into the front row of the crowd and understood, why Li Xiu hit the spring flowers to death, and why everyone didn't persuade them much after learning the reason, they couldn't persuade them.

Because the beaten spring flowers are really good.

Chunhua took advantage of Li Xiu and her father to grab the corn, and carried the only half bag of fine white noodles in the family to the neighboring village to give to her mother.

Then I was afraid that Li Xiu would find out that Chunhua put quicklime, oh, that is, some people in the countryside raise pigs, in order to keep the pigsty dry, or whoever will use it to build a house, put it into the same noodle bag and put it on the cart.

The color of the quicklime is almost the same as the ancient ground flour, and the stepmother Li Xiu didn't notice it until just now, when she wanted to cook some noodle soup for her own son in her arms.

Chunhua's nose and mouth were bleeding, her hair was scratched like a mess of grass, her thin arms like refugees were lying on the ground, and the back of her hands were red from burning sticks, lying there dying.

Chunhua's father Zhao Fugui squatted on the side with his head in his arms, and he didn't care about his daughter-in-law beating his daughter, nor did he look at what his daughter was beaten, as if he didn't have to face reality if he held his head.

When Li Xiu was about to pick up the burning stick and pump it on Chunhua's back again, the high butcher couldn't stand it anymore, and stood up and said, "If you kill her, you will have food?" How ruthless is the heart. ”

Li Xiu was stunned by anger: "Let your mother's fart, what you said is light, you give food?" My children will go to your house to eat, and my whole family will go to your house to eat, and let you be nosy. ”

The high butcher was angry and upside down.

Song Li was helped over, the old man coughed a little, and just after eating a mouthful of food, he went back to the shelter to lie down: "What are you doing, are you full of food?!" ”

The commander helped turn Chunhua over, and when he saw that the girl doll was beaten too badly, Song Fuling squatted down and wiped Chunhua's face with a towel, and Qian Peiying also asked: "Child, are you okay?" Can you speak? ”

Song Lizheng was angry: "Zhao Fugui, if you don't care about your mother-in-law anymore, you will roll me down the mountain." We don't care about your family's affairs, we don't have to go with your family. Fusheng kindly told everyone to flee for their lives, not for you to bring a-stirring stick, we can't get together with such a bunch. ”

The eldest daughter-in-law of the high butcher said: "Come on, carry the spring flowers to my family's fire, I have rice soup at home, wash and drink some for her, alas, it's really pitiful." ”

Song Fuling said that it was okay, her stove was on the side, and her house had corn paste, and there was still freshly cooked leftovers.

Mrs. Ma, who had just rushed over, was at the back of the crowd when she heard her little granddaughter say this, and rolled her eyes.

Song Fuling poured a bowl of porridge for Chunhua, and gave Chunhua a nest head under her staring at her.

After an hour, Song Fuling found half a bag of quicklime under her tent, and put it at the root of the tree.

"Dad, Dad, go and ask Zhao Fugui, is Chunhua gone?" Song Fuling found Song Fusheng and said urgently.

"What's gone?"

"Running away from home."

A few people who burned charcoal on the hillside immediately came down, Song Fusheng asked Zhao Fugui where your daughter is, Zhao Fugui hugged his head again, hugged him for a while and said that Li Xiu did not allow Chunhua, saying that Chunhua would not give food here, and he asked his daughter to go back to the village to find her mother.

Song Fusheng, who was reluctant to come out in trouble, kicked Zhao Fugui angrily: "We are yelling and hurrying to work to make it rain, and it will rain to hide on the mountain, look at the cloudy side." The ten-year-old girl has to walk back to the village for a day and a night, can you rest assured? What the hell are you dadding! ”

Song Fusheng had just finished scolding, and a child's terrible cry came from the hillside: "Ah!! "It's not any movement.

Everyone looked panicked, what's wrong? The youngest grandson of Mrs. Wang's family was bitten by a snake.

At the same time, raindrops the size of beans fell.

Rain, as soon as it is said.