Mi Shou carefully lifted the curtain to look at the door.

Why did my uncle lie on the kang in the house of Master Niu and Sizhuang?

Because there's a secret here, kid.

Your uncle took advantage of the cow shopkeeper's early morning to feed the ploughing cattle and dragged your aunt to this house.

At that time, your uncle was in a hurry, and dragged your aunt to run barefoot to this house.

Your aunt struggles, and if she doesn't go, she'll be a dead man, in case the cow shopkeeper comes back.

"It's okay, there's a latch in that room, plug it in, won't you make a little noise?"

"If you don't go, it's a shame to think about it, can't you enter the space?"

"Is that true? I thought it was my shadow again, just like I imagined, unpleasant. ”

"Then why is it not true, it is not true that you eat and drink? Not full? ”

"I don't, obedient daughter-in-law, you're the best, come, my husband carries you, can't you carry you?"

"Don't go there, the quilt and mattress of the house ......"

"Don't worry, we won't cover them, then we can't let you cover them, I'll hold them," he carried his luggage and pulled his daughter-in-law away.

It's just two steps from the east house and the west house.

Qian Peiying also complained: "Why don't you take me to the house in Fengtian City, it's more convenient there, then count yourself as a cow." It's going to make you toss and fall apart, why is it so addictive. ”

In short, it's not easy.

obviously enjoy it together, but in front of the daughter-in-law, I want to be a grandson for this little thing, which feels like a head shorter.

Then the girl is still older, and the day is still bright, don't wake up Mi Shou again.

But you can't lose yourself.

When Song Fusheng and Qian Peiying stacked Arhats, they still thought:

The difficulty of everything is that there is no big house.

Next year, build a house high and low.

The sky is falling, and even if the emperor dies, he can't stop him.

No, it's over, but Qian Peiying can't rest.

Plug the door open, don't come back and pull the door, close it tightly, who is stupid? That's embarrassing enough.

And Qian Peiying had to get up early in the morning to carry firewood to cook, fetch water, and wash Song Fusheng's dirty clothes, which was designated as lice, and she suspected that she was infected.

Get these done early.

In a moment, the workers should come in the morning.

I gave Mi Shou a leak.

Mi Shou woke up and put on his hair to find his uncle.

At first glance, there is wood.

I thought it was a dream, and I was terrified.

The little hand covered the small clothes on his body, pulled on his shoes and ran out to look around.

I found it in the house of Sizhuang.

Song Fusheng is tired, he has been in a hurry, squatting in prison, and being scared by endorsements, so he didn't mention it, so he said that after he was busy outside, he went back to the village and walked around again, checking, it was really busy working on the kang in the village after being busy.

Therefore, before Qian Peiying left, he took his ear and asked Ma to get dressed and go back to his own kang, and he agreed, but he didn't get up at all, and he was sleeping.

Mi Shou kicked off the shoes that he had pulled on, and climbed up on the edge of the kang with a light movement.

got on the kang and knelt beside his uncle, and the little baby smiled.

It's real, not a dream.

Excited, the little hand took off the robe hanging on his body.

Carefully lifting the quilt, he slipped in.

Something, meat whirring.

Song Fusheng opened his eyes in a daze, and looked, hey, when did this little thing come.

Mi Shou also found that Song Fusheng was awake, and smiled: "Uncle, why are you sleeping barefoot." After speaking, he also pasted Song Fusheng with his face.

Just this small action made Song Fusheng rare.

After a while, there was a sound of the two laughing rattles coming from Westinghouse.

It's not just Qian Peiying's family who has this kind of voice, there are children in the family, they are all rare, and some of them are rare for their children, and they almost use stubble to bully and cry.

And the mothers-in-law of these families are lining up to stand in front of Grandpa Song.

"Grandpa, I want to scoop some fine noodles today, and you keep accounts. Don't eat with everyone. ”

"Grandpa, I want to scoop up a spoonful of oil and make up for the baby's father, and I won't eat it with everyone."

"Grandpa, I want to get a piece of meat."

Grandpa Song took a small notebook and kept accounts one by one.

Since Song Fusheng and them left, Grandpa has been living here, squeezing a kang with a few little babies of Song Fugui's family.

In fact, several of their old men sometimes live here, like Uncle Song Fusheng and Old Man Qi lived in the West House of Song Fusheng's house, and Mrs. Ma often does not go back to the village to live.

After all, no one can control this side.

Especially Grandpa.

It is convenient for those in the village to eat, cook, spend food and family expenses, etc.

Now, the autumn harvest is over, and although the conscripts are not coming to eat, they are not building a wall.

Hearing that these granddaughters-in-law are going home to open the stove alone this morning, two meals a day, and this meal in the morning will be eaten alone, Grandpa Song keeps accounts with a straight face.

Don't keep a straight face.

Embarrassed.

Grandpa's heart is clear.

And the granddaughters-in-law are not so natural, they pretend that nothing has happened, and they talk to each other while walking, asking what your family is eating today, what her family is doing, and studying how to make tricks for the man's family to eat.

When it comes to talking about the difference between men going out this time, do you feel it?

What's the difference?

With that ruthlessness.

How do you feel that he is more ruthless than before?

"Me?" I'm serious.

It was such a topic that a group of women couldn't hold it anymore, and laughed with the basket on their shoulders.

Qian Peiying also smiled, she remembered that Song Fusheng praised her for her tanning but more tendoned.

Grandpa, who was guarding the granary depot, heard the women laughing: "......"

Alas, these young people.

Young good.

It's all back, okay, hehe.

The kang table is supported.

Song Fusheng finished brushing his teeth and washing his face, just sat cross-legged on the kang and waited.

Qian Mishou held the plate: "Stir-fried dried tofu with peppers." ”

Song Fuling also followed behind her younger brother with a basin, which was a big mess of stew, beans, corn, gourd, pork belly slices, beans were shiny, and the gourd was noodles.

By the stove, Qian Peiying was slapping garlic with a smile on her face, the kitchen knife was ringing, pouring minced garlic on the cooked and torn eggplant, and pouring half a bowl of sauce and mixing.

Serve the egg cake in one hand and the vegetable in the other.

"Eat, don't you want to eat? Try. ”

Song Fusheng swallowed his saliva: "I eat burritos, do you have shredded green onions?" ”

Song Fuling took the cake and lowered her head and began to roll it, and just about to hand it over, Mi Shou held the cake: "Uncle, it's ready for you." ”

"Oh, my good son, did you roll it for me? True filial piety. Song Fusheng hugged Mi Shou and kissed him.

"......" Song Fuling silently ate the burritos in her hand.

Mi Shou also said: "Hey, sister, have you found the plate?" ”

"Ahem," Song Lingling choked.

We don't know why a child would worry about how many pots and pans there are at home.

She was scolded by her milk.

It's not, Dad eats in the space, even if she saves it, she will use a lot of plates to pack rice and vegetables with a plate, and she can't take out her skills, so she has to wait for Dad to come back to get it.

Then, she said that she lost it, and when she went up the mountain to deliver food, she forgot where to put it after collecting the empty bowl and picking the fruit, so that Mrs. Ma knew, and her grandmother scolded: "Why don't you throw yourself away." ”

"Dad, tell us what it's like over there."