"Three cats?"

"Mother, I'm back!"

Aunt Wufu didn't even care about the floating baggage, and was about to run over in a hurry.

Uncle Wufu was helpless to take the old woman's unsuccessful face, and said to Song Fusheng: "You don't have a deep energy when you look at her, just like what happened to her." What can happen if you go with your people? Don't be like her. ”

The feet are not slow, and he has to go into the water to see his son at the entrance of the village without even rolling up his trousers.

Equally excited is Grandpa Song, the other family is welcoming back one or two, and he is answering a gang.

"Grandpa, don't come here, be obedient, let's go over!"

Song Fugui pointed to the blister and asked, "What's that?" ”

"Pants," Song Fushou squinted and looked carefully: "It's my father's pants." ”

"Then what are you waiting for, you go and get it back." Our things must not be lost, not a single sock.

The three cats also recognized their own wrapped baggage, which was floating on dirty water.

Song Fushou stretched out his hand: "Rope? ”

The brothers behind him immediately passed the rope over.

And in the process of passing, several people tied one end of the rope to themselves.

Song Fushou buckled the rope around his waist in three or two clicks, and Sanmaozi buckled the other rope as well.

The setting of the rope was learned by the children of the Song Nine clan from the regular Lu Jiajun.

At the beginning, I relied on this rope to cross the mountain stream, and people fell off the rope bridge without being fine.

Therefore, before the opening of the dart game, the military generals and masters were four strong, and there were not many cruel words, and the first thing to teach everyone was to throw such a rope on the ground.

Let's practice and tie the rope as fast as you can. The strength of one person is limited, and it will be strong when it is held together.

No, Song Fushou buckled the rope around his waist and went down to the river, the water surface buoyancy can float all kinds of wood, fallen trees, not to mention people, as soon as the water rushes, people will float away with the current.

But he was not afraid, there were so many brothers behind him.

Not to mention that only three or two of them came down, even more than two dozen came down, and the brothers standing on it would also drag them back like a tug-of-war.

But this made Ge Erniu and Fusheng's uncle bitter, and their hearts were worried.

When she saw that the height of the water had reached her son's neck, Ge Erniu waved angrily and shouted, regardless of whether her son could hear it or not: "Are you so good?" A torn pants, you get back to me. ”

How can this be more slamming than her, and if you lose it, you will lose it.

The uncle swallowed nervously, and greeted his wife together: "Second child, Dad doesn't want it, Dad still has two more on him." ”

Two, two? Song Fuling and Qian Peiying glanced at each other.

Mi Shou stood behind Uncle Fusheng, his eyes falling on his grandfather's buttocks.

Qian Peiying knew that it was not good to laugh, but she still couldn't hold back, so she stood back and hid behind Song Fusheng.

Song Fusheng covered his eyes helplessly, not looking.

They Song Jiu people have a problem, they are willing to eat, drink, and buy large items, but they can't stand to lose a little thing or waste a little bit, regardless of whether it is a rag or a rice particle.

Look at the posture, the ropes are all on, and those who don't know think they are saving people, who would have thought that it was to catch that.

However, then again, if there is water in a modern home, we can see everything floating on the water, such as grain, vegetable leaves, oil drums, plastics, toilet paper, clothes, and even electrical appliances.

That's because we were rich in those days.

Here, even if the house falls down, you can't rush out those things, no wow.

Moreover, in ancient times, when the toiling masses went to the hail, they went to the backyard to collect vegetables, and the people who were plagued by the vegetables could not eat it, and it was also possible to feed the ducks and chickens, and they could save some anyway.

Of course, it was also the timely return of his Song Fusheng, who led everyone to transfer and settle down early.

Not to mention that the grain and livestock of each household have long been transferred, and all the valuable goods of shovels and pickaxes have been transported out, that is, some vegetables, pickles, jars, basins, curtains, and cauldron lids that can still be eaten have been pushed out, and only some corners and corners remain.

In this corner, it is estimated that they are all tied to the roof of the shed or tucked into a high place.

Like the uncle's pants and the burden of Aunt Wufu's family, it was an accident, and it was specified that it was not fastened and fell out of the room.

"It's okay," Song Fugui came over and comforted the uncle, "Anyway, we also caused this burial, so it's not bad to go down the river again." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, Song Fushou picked up his father's pants and walked to the shallow place, and the three cats also held up the salvaged patch bag to the old lady in the distance, grinning on the dirty water.

And on this side, Song Fusheng and Grandpa are asking Fugui and Tian Xifa: "What's the situation?" ”

These people look so dirty that if they don't enter the village and shout that they are coming back, the villagers will think that a group of refugees have come to grab food.

"Don't mention it, it's been raining heavily all the way, and I see, it's not just us here who have been affected."

"Hail in the field?"

"I don't know, but the rain is heavier than ours here, we started to rain when we crossed Youzhou, and when we arrived in Xunyang City, it won't be hit, the water in the city is up to the knees, and I'm so tall to the knees."

"Uncle Fugui, what about the capital?" Song Fuling interjected.

"Beijing, although I didn't go down for a while, but the weather is very bad, the evil wind blows, and it can roll up sand particles to blow people's faces," thanks to their masks.

"Here," Song Fugui glanced at Poria Cocos, and Poria took the bag.

It seems that Uncle Fugui has brought food.

Then her uncle gave her another extra-large package, and the pressed Poria almost didn't catch it.

I didn't hear anything else about this delay, I only saw Uncle Fugui muttering and muttering privately with his father in the corner of the oil shed.

Actually, I didn't say anything else, it was just a business thing.

Fugui's first mention is to put all the men in the other villages back, so let's go home and have a look.

As for going to work, when the rain stops and the city gate opens, they will gather again, and they will not be given any money for this escort, and they will not be yellow. Those people also know that the Song family will not repay the debt, there is a royal plaque at home, who can smash the signboard for the three melons and two dates.

Then when I handed over the goods, something went wrong.

A large vase with an insurance policy has been handed over to the steward who came to pick up the goods, but I don't know if the wind is strong or what, there is a small guy who did not hold it and broke it.

The steward is afraid that the master will complain and wants to rely on them, Fugui is very strong, dare to talk to him? Heng was afraid that he would not die, but in the end, he suffered the little guy, and he was beaten to death and dragged away at the post station.

"Death deeds?"

"That could be it."

Song Fusheng nodded, and asked his brother-in-law and Zhongyu again: "Are you okay all the way?" ”

"It's nothing, it's just that I've been hiding in the mountains for a few days, ah, by the way, I also met a team digging graves, so we can see it. There are quite a lot of them, and the well water does not interfere with the river water, so they should have gone over thinking that we would not report to the officials. ”

If you want to change to usual, Song Fusheng may ask carefully: Where is the tomb?

But at the moment, there is no time.

The two teams of Fugui and Fushou did not bring back the mules, but the brother-in-law brought back a lot.

And seeing that those mules were a little tired from being watered, and it was easy to get sick if they continued like this, they immediately called for someone to build oil sheds for these mules.

Households in the village also said: "If there are not so many heads in the oil shed, we can move out, pour out the places, move the barn guys into the house, and use the barn to house the mules." ”

Everyone is gossiping, in a word: people can suffer, money can't, how much is a mule. Don't spoil it.

……

"Dad, give." Song Fushou finally came up from the river, with aquatic plants still wrapped around his hands, stretched out his buried hands, and handed him his pants.

Villager: Ah, it's yours old boy. Wearing bright red, quite old-fashioned, huh?

The uncle was not ashamed, and looked at the second son with a smile: "Bh, bum, go back and wash your dad and wear it." ”

"Mother, why aren't you smiling?"

Ge Erniu glanced at him: A tiger thing, the same as your father, turned around and went to find Grandpa Song, "Old man, make something good, give it a little hot, you see that it's wet, and the boys are back." ”

Grandpa's heart was pulled by both sides, and he was a little distressed:

It's no problem for our family to eat well, but the problem is that now everyone in the village is gathered together, and they have seen this cooking.

The adults are okay to say, if the baby in the village cares about us, will we give it to us? There are more than 100 households, and there are several babies in each family.

Give, he is not reluctant.

Do?

"Don't do it, eat Leba."

"You? Old man, old man, you wait for me. ”

Ge Erniu chased the old man and ran away for a long time before she remembered: I chased him for a long time, I went to find my nephew.

Sure enough, compared to Grandpa Song, Song Fusheng spoke better and responded.

At this lunch, the family of the Song Jiu clan gathered in the shed where Song Fusheng was last night.

There were other people in it, and there were quite a few of them, but no one was stupid.

Seeing that the Song family brought three cauldrons, buried the stove, distributed rice bowls and chopsticks, dragged the grain bags in, moved the jar, and pulled the curtains in the shed to let the rich and noble them change into dry clothes, they smiled and said hello one by one and went to the side to hide from the rain.

A large pot of steamed dry food, pure noodles.

Grandpa held a cigarette pouch and watched the women busy: "Tsk, give birth to a baby, it shouldn't be like this, piercing the eyes, and the miscellaneous grains will be in the middle." ”

"Grandpa, my brother-in-law has been gnawing on Leba on the road for too long, so let them eat it well."

A big pot of pimple soup, Grandpa commanded Ge Erniu with a cigarette bag, and said anxiously: "Thin, thin, add more water." ”

Ge Erniu rolled her eyes in her heart.

"Old man, right now, water is also expensive, and well water can't be used.

Didn't you listen to what Gang Fusheng said to everyone?

From now on, rain water will be used to wash faces, wash clothes, and feed livestock.

And to feed livestock with that rainwater, you must use it immediately afterward, or it is not easy to give birth to small insects.

The stored water should be kept for drinking, you don't look at our big pots and small pots seem to have a lot of water, but there is not much in fact, and you have to keep it until the day is completely clear, and you have to wait until you can dig a well. ”

Grandpa Song frowned: "That's why you added more water to the pimple soup, just this one, you are not allowed to drink water today." "This old lady is just not as good as Fusheng and his mother, and she has no rules in her heart.

Ge Erniu choked.

Another cauldron is the dish fried by chef Song Fucai with a shovel exclusive to the Song Jiu clan.

Most people use rice spoons to stir-fry vegetables, but they use special wooden shovels.

The pork belly brought out of the cellar could not be put away, and it was inconvenient to put it in other people's homes, so I simply made it.

Put a large spoonful of pork fat into the pot, cut the pork belly slices thinly, so that everyone can eat it, stewed eggplant.

This year, the eggplant beans have not been dried, and the garden has been plagued by hailstones, and some beans and cabbage and gourds have been snatched, which is also pulled down without eating.

Song Fucai scooped two more spoonfuls of soybean sauce and simmered it with sauce without salt.

"Fragrant, or the smell of rice at home," Wang Zhongyu stepped forward: "Big brother, shall I give you a hand?" ”

"No, you go and rest."

With such a big movement, people came and went, stir-frying vegetables and burning fires and talking, but there were figures curled up and sleeping on the boxes in the oil shed.

There are still many people like Song Fushou who sit on the small bench, not daring to lean on the shed, for fear that the shed will fall, holding their heads and napping.

Song Fusheng said that they would go to find accommodation, and the patriarch Ren also invited them to find a few families to sleep on the kang, but they didn't do it, saying that they would wait for food, and they would have to work after eating.

"Eat, eat."

Mi Shou stood in front of Song Fusheng, Song Fusheng sat on a small bench, there were not so many empty places to sit people, and the two of them also used the same bowl, so as not to brush the bowl more: "Is it fragrant?" ”

Mi Shou blew the eggplant meat that his uncle fed him and ate it into his mouth: "Xiang, uncle, you can eat more." ”

However, whenever this happens, Song Fusheng, Qian Peiying, and Song Fuling will consciously eat less and drink less.

There is food and drink in the space, and there is no need to rob with these people.

It's just that sometimes you can't control it.

Because everyone eats together, you listen to the chewing sound, and you see a large group of people drinking soup and eating vegetables.

No, Song Fuling accidentally finished eating a steamed bun, she broke it with the steamed bun, and ate it with an eggplant pork belly.

Peach Blossom handed her another one: "Here, sister, give me the rice bowl and scoop some pimple soup for you." ”

"Sister, me?" I won't eat it, Song Poria took another bite of the steamed bun.

In a few sheds next to him, Uncle Ren said to Uncle Ren, "This is the smell of meat." "What's going on? You can also eat meat next door.

Third Uncle Ren covered his nose and closed his eyes: "En." ”

In front of the shed, there are many little babies, who want to come to Mi Shou and them to "play" despite the rain.

The adults hugged and dragged back, and they kicked their legs on Dad's shoulders and shook off their mother's hand.

is sensible, maybe he is also afraid of Song Fusheng.

Even if the little baby who stood out from the encirclement ran over, he would immediately stand in front of the Song family, take a look at Song Fusheng's face, bite his fingers and whisper: "Mi Shou? ”

There are also those who shouted Song Jinbao: "Jinbao." ”

Anyway, it's just looking for relationships everywhere, and if you want to eat, you can beat around the bush.

This is very obedient and sensible.

Song Fusheng stood in front of the shed, beckoned to the children who kicked their legs and were taken away, and shouted to the adults of those families: "Put it down, come on, come on, it's nothing good, let them all come in and drink the pimple soup." ”

Not enough, right?

Not enough to go down again.

It's been a difficult few days, and everyone shouldn't be so clear, as long as they get through it together, it's not appropriate.

"Wow, I didn't expect your third uncle to be so good," Jinbao's school friend said as he drank the hot pimple soup.

Originally, there was a distance between adults and children, and Song Fusheng was too powerful and powerful in the hearts of the children in the village, so strong that he didn't dare to make a mistake in front of Mi Shou, worried that Mi Shou would sue and form a chain of revenge, and the head of the regiment should find a home.

If someone asks the adults in the family to complain, the father and mother may ask the reason, and if the head of the group goes to find a home, the father and mother will kill them without asking anything.

Therefore, when the children in the village saw Song Fusheng, they always belonged to walking around respectfully, but they didn't expect their head uncle to be so easy to talk to.

"Of course, my food is delicious, right?"

"It's delicious."

"Let me tell you, this is not made by my third uncle, it is not delicious. What my third uncle did was a must. Pork segments, fat sausages, chicken stewed mushrooms, soft fried tenderloin, secret small barbecue, pork ribs are best stewed beans......"

Yaya was tugging at the hem of Song Fuling's clothes, with a little dirty face, without washing her face, saving water: "Sister, where are our big popsicles, where are the sticky bean buns?"

The more children in the shed, the more snacks Yaya can think of.

"I don't know, the cellar has been soaked, it should be gone."

"Huh?"