Before Song Fusheng could rush over, he heard several loud voices talking as follows:

"Fugui, are you alright?" The high butcher asked loudly as he leaned at the mouth of the cellar.

The back of his head slammed again, and his waist hit the broken wooden ladder here. When it fell, the torch also fell, and my hair burned, and you said that there was something wrong? Song Fugui shouted back.

"Then you have to climb up, too?"

"Why did you climb up? Its ladder was rotten, shattered. ”

Song Fusheng walked over, leaned over and looked under the cellar, it was quite deep: "Rope?" Take a rope and pull him up. ”

The high butcher said, "The rope is in the basket on your mother-in-law's back."

In a relatively good thatched house.

Although Qian Peiying doesn't have to work, just watch the children, she can't let go at all, and she keeps looking out from time to time.

Hearing the screams outside, someone shouted again, someone had fallen into the cellar, and she was also worried, and she couldn't go out to see, for fear that only her daughter and a group of children were afraid in this house.

When Song Fusheng came in, Qian Peiying hurriedly asked, "How is it?" Is the person okay when he falls? ”

"You can still pull your neck and shout, it shouldn't be a big deal. Give me the rope. Song Fusheng took the rope, couldn't help but muttered and complained to his wife and daughter: "Don't grow any heads, let you pay attention to your feet, tell me a thousand times, take a torch to light up the aisle first, and if you don't pay attention, you will know that it will cause chaos." ”

"Don't blame them, it's a little heartfelt. One by one is confused, sleepy and tired, and the brain is not alive, as long as the person is fine.

Besides, I really didn't expect it, huh? There's a cellar behind these dilapidated houses.

Alas, I don't know if the people who lived here before dug a lot of cellars, and it just so happens that we have a place to store some radish and cabbage, otherwise this large group of people will eat in winter.

If the cellar is big enough, we can grow some vegetables ourselves, which is more convenient. ”

While Qian Peiying said this, she walked to the thatched hut with her husband, holding a torch in one hand and rummaging through the rope in the basket with the other and handed it over.

When he found that he handed it over, he took a light with a torch: "What are you doing with me." ”

"What did you just say?"

"Huh?"

"Just grow vegetables."

Qian Peiying was stunned with her mouth half open, ah, she said it.

She didn't understand what her husband meant, so she asked, "What's wrong with planting vegetables, can't you plant in the cellar?" Don't you remember? Our dad remembers bittersweet memories, well! ”

Qian Peiying cleared her throat first, looked back, no, you can't say it so thoroughly, don't let Mi Shou hear it. Because the father she mentioned is a modern old man with money.

can only whisper: "That's it, did you forget?" Our father remembered the bittersweet and thought, he picked up wool. Isn't that just a recipe for growing vegetables? ”

Song Fusheng remembered that his modern father-in-law had planted garlic in the cellar in that special year, and the garlic grew well.

Naturally, I didn't grow that thing for my own consumption.

Ordinary people, people in those years, everyone ate the same, who can be tempted by stuttering so much.

I want to plant garlic in the winter, and I exchange some cloth tickets with the greedy Mrs. of the supply and marketing cooperative, and make new clothes for Peiying to wear for the New Year, and the result is that people will report it.

Crime: Digging a socialist cellar and picking up socialist wool.

The old man later drank some wine and scolded this matter, and he was unwilling mainly because he couldn't get along with himself.

Because the person who reported it only said that the old man had secretly planted vegetables, and he didn't know anything else.

But the old man put on a big hat and was caught out of the fight, so he took the initiative to recruit himself, saying that he wanted to change the cloth ticket. While shouting that I am guilty and I am guilty, I personally went down to the cellar to shovel the garlic yellow. It was a serious incident at the time, and the canteen master almost lost his job.

"Garlic, garlic," Song Fusheng took the rope and muttered garlic and left.

Qian Peiying: What do you mean by this person?

Song Poria Cocos: My father wants to plant garlic. It would be nice if I could grow it. It is estimated that fresh vegetables will be more expensive in ancient winter, isn't there such a saying: cherish things that are not out of time.

"One, two, three, pull."

"One, two, three, pull."

Song Fugui was finally dragged out of the pit, his hair was curly from the fire, and he smelled of mush.

Song Fusheng warned everyone again: "There are so many broken grass houses here, and it seems that there were many people who lived here in the past. They live here and have to store vegetables for the winter, and the cellar they dig is also indispensable, so they pay attention to their feet, especially behind the house, so as not to fall down again! ”

Song Lizheng stepped forward and wondered, "Fusheng, how do you know that there were people living here before?" I look like a shack with a short spring planting. ”

"Grandpa, how can there be a good field, you will see it more tomorrow day, except for the barren mountains. You should also ask me why the people of Renjia Village don't want the cellar of the house and move away. ”

"Why?"

"There are wolves and tigers coming down to eat people, it's not safe here, and the people of Renjia Village moved to the other side of the river."

Song Li was standing there twitching his face, so he might as well not ask. Co-authored, the people of Renjia Village who are not welcome behind them are not welcome, and they are not sure how to be embarrassed for them, and they have to face all kinds of jackals, tigers and leopards in front of them.