Mrs. Ma pointed to the kettle on Song Fuling's body, the backpack that had been placed at her feet, and the things she looked at in the car: "You wait a while, let me ask you, where did these come from?" ”

Song Fuling doesn't want to explain nonsense, and the key is not clear.

Besides, she belongs to the character who can lie without lying head-on, and sometimes even avoids questions by not answering.

In modern times, she maintains the philosophy that if she doesn't answer, you can't say she's lying. When she didn't do well in the exam, her mother wouldn't talk when she asked about the results, guess what.

So she grabbed Mrs. Ma's hand, looked at Qian Mishou, gently scratched Mrs. Ma's palm with her fingers, and then looked at her milk without squeaking.

This action hinted well, and Mrs. Ma immediately made up for it.

It seems that these are all related to Mr. Qian, it seems that the little granddaughter doesn't want to say more in front of Qian Mishou, it seems that Mr. Qian really left good things for her third daughter-in-law, and it is possible that even the only grandson of the Qian family, Qian Mishou, is not clear.

That can't be asked, then you can't talk too much, it doesn't matter who gave it, what it is given, it's better than nothing, just belong to her three sons.

"Milk, then we went down? By the way, I'll have to find you the uppers for the shoes, and when we came out, we only took a few whole pieces of fabric, all of which are thick and wearable. At that time, I was in a hurry, and I didn't draw again, these pieces should have been saved by my mother on weekdays. ”

Mrs. Ma refused: "You don't have to worry about it, I have everything in the rag hemp rope." Your whole piece of good material, alas, I'm afraid that it will be cold sooner or later, and it will get colder and colder in the future, look at the few people pushing the cart outside, and the people who are driving the car, who lacks thick clothes, I will cut them out on the car. ”

"Well, there's just no cotton."

Mrs. Ma rolled her eyes: "You have been in a blessed nest since you were born, how can you have money to buy cotton, and you are angry when you speak." Remember to go down and pee and rest, and ask your eldest sister to take you back with some grass and put it on the roof of the car to dry. ”

Song Fuling was puzzled, talking about cotton, how did it become grass, and arranged work for her.

Mrs. Ma took out all the dry food that had been steamed before leaving, and planned to stop for a while to let her little granddaughter go down, and by the way, she would send these dry foods to everyone.

I haven't eaten in the morning, and I'm walking at night, no matter how much I pick up food, I can't tire people, and I'm hungry.

Ma Shi kept busy loading dry food in his hands, and said: "You milk me, but I borrowed your father's light, and I covered it with a cotton quilt two years ago." If you put it forward, if there is anything, you will spread thick hay on the kang, buy some cheap catkins and sun-dried reeds in the quilt and put them in as a core, and cover that. ”

Speaking of this, he raised his eyes and asked Song Fuling:

"You don't remember? Before your family moved to the county seat, your uncle, second uncle, and your aunt's house, weren't they all shopped.

It's you who are leaving, and your father said that those beds are gone, so one or two beds are divided into one or two rooms, and your little urine pad has been dismantled and made cotton clothes for Jinbao.

Besides, it's not enough now, the two of them make a bed, and there is a straw mat under them, which is like your home, there is cotton inside and out, and I don't know how to bring it when I run. The ones that are loose in your fingers and those that you lose are all good things in the eyes of our villagers.

It's not that I'm talking about your mother, you say she's a day, alas! ”

Song Fuling was in a very complicated mood at this time, on the one hand, why did she complain about the woman first because she forgot to bring something, why didn't she talk about her son.

On the one hand, it is the first time I heard the ancients talk about the real difficulties in life, and I dare not imagine that it is just cotton, but here it has become a luxury that I can't have.

It turns out that having a quilt cover can also become an enviable thing, too direct to the heart, too gloomy future.

Song Fuling didn't dare to say more, for fear that the more she talked, the more she would be exposed, she carried a cloth bag of dry food, led Qian Mishou in one hand, and got out of the car.