Chen Li snorted bitterly, but she didn't dare to talk back, she began to wash rice and boil porridge neatly with her hands and feet, carefully stirred it a few times, and put a wire curtain on it, and then arranged the steamed buns and nest heads in the wicker basket one by one.

Mrs. Shen put down the burning stick and snorted coldly.

Chen Li covered the big iron pot and began to cut pickles non-stop.

Life is poor, although cooking is simple, but there are many people who eat, and their hands and feet are not sharp, so they have to delay the farm work.

After cutting the pickles, she began to light the fire, and after doing this, her lips squirmed a few times, and she still argued in a low voice, "Mother, Xiaoxi is not a mourning star......

Mrs. Shen's triangular eyes suddenly widened, staring at Chen Li viciously like a cobra, and she rushed over with an arrow and slapped Chen Li in the face.

Chen Li was caught off guard, her face was beaten to the side, and a clear palm print appeared on her skin in an instant, and she was able to stabilize her body and almost fell down.

Her fingers clutched tightly against her cheek, and she gasped in pain. But he didn't dare to say a word, just glanced at Mrs. Shen resignedly.

Mrs. Shen frowned stiffly, almost scolding, "It's that little slut who lost her door, since she came out of her life, there is no good thing in this family, I have raised her for so many years, it is already benevolent and righteous, this kind of money-losing goods, sold to the widower old bachelor in the village, no one wants it, you are still kicking my nose with me now......"

Chen Li's tears swirled in her eyes, her dry lips opened, but she didn't dare to refute, so she could only lower her head, "Mother, I was wrong, don't be angry." ”

Mrs. Shen scolded a few times, but she didn't feel relieved, and snorted Chen Li fiercely, and then turned around and locked the cupboard.

Chen Li squatted down and filled the stove with a fire-burning bud rice pole.

The light of the fire shone on her sallow, slightly red and swollen cheeks.

But even so, you can still see the beautiful color of your youth.

Only now, it seems that he is terminally ill.

Mrs. Shen glanced coldly at the woman squatting in front of the stove, and cursed, "The mourning star raised by the sick seedlings, without my Shen family and my treasure girl, you would have been dead for eight hundred lifetimes, and after raising you for so many years, you have raised a group of white-eye......d wolves."

Chen Li's head hung lower.

Mrs. Shen snorted coldly and looked away.

After a while, the cauldron was steaming and the aroma of rice porridge was heard.

The Shen family's breakfast was ready.

Mrs. Shen skillfully put the sticky rice porridge in a large basin, and there was still about a spoonful of rice grains left in the big pot, Chen Li poured the water in another wooden basin next to the pot, stirred it a few times, and then filled it all out again.

Then put on most of the pot of water, and put the rice bran brought by Mrs. Shen and the gray cabbage that had been cut at the door last night, which was the pig food for the two pigs.

After boiling the pot, she went to the firewood room with rice water that was so thin that she could see the human figure.

When she came back, she took the three coarse noodles that Mrs. Shen viciously threw at her.

There are no pickles, this is the breakfast of the big house.

Mrs. Shen is here, with a basket full of nests, and a white-flour steamed bun is placed on it.

This is the second and third rooms, as well as her and Old Man Shen's breakfast.

Chen Li didn't dare to look at it, and left the stove room quickly with the nest head.

Mrs. Chen saw her leave, so she went out and stood in the courtyard and shouted, "Get up, eat." ”

Then, I heard movement coming from various rooms of the main house.

The quiet little yard suddenly became lively.

Mrs. Shen went to the chicken coop, took out two eggs as usual, locked them in the cupboard with a smile, and then went out to wash her face.

At this time, Shen Mingxi was drying clothes.

The movement of each room was loud, and people came out one after another to wash their faces in the west corner of the courtyard.

The sun finally broke through the clouds, and the world suddenly became brighter.

Fifteen-year-old Shen Baozhi yawned and propped up the window, but at a glance he saw his cousin Shen Mingxi drying clothes.

Shen Baozhi's movements stopped.

Although she has been malnourished for a long time, Shen Mingxi's hair is still black and shiny, she is facing her at this time, and she can see a curved eyebrows like daisies, apricot eyes with smoke like water, a high nose bridge, petal-like lips, and a typical goose egg face.

She remembered that Shen Mingxi had been working in the fields since he was ten years old, and now it had been six years, but his skin was still fair, with a faint luster in the rising sun.

The only downside is that it's too thin.

On the back of the hand where the clothes are drying, you can see the blood vessels.

Shen Baozhi's eyes flashed resentfully, but when she heard the door open behind her, she frowned in disgust, but she covered it up well.

She left the ledge.

Obediently sat on the kang covered with a checkered bed sheet.

Mrs. Shen walked in, her eyes were full of love and doting, and she kept saying, "My precious girl, why did you get up so early, why don't you sleep more, did grandma's voice wake you up too loud just now, tomorrow I will make a little quieter, but wash your face when you wake up, grandma has warmed up white flour steamed buns for you......"

Without waiting for Shen Baozhi to speak, Mrs. Shen lowered her voice again, "When they go to work in the field, grandma will boil eggs for you to eat." ”

Shen Baozhi smiled with crooked eyebrows, "Grandma, you are so good, thank you grandma." ”

Mrs. Shen was so happy that her face was wrinkled, "My precious girl is really good at talking, reading more is different, unlike that mourning star who cries and mourns every day, I can't wait to press her in the water tank and drown her, so as to save the waste of our family's food......"

The more she spoke, the more vigorously she spoke, and the spitting stars began to fly.

Shen Baozhi moved away quietly, got dressed slowly, and listened to Mrs. Shen's daily routine curses and scolding with a smile.

Outside the window, Shen Mingxi didn't know what was going on in the house, her mind was still very messy, there were still a few clothes in the big basin, she was about to bend over, but she was picked up by a big hand with sharp bones.

Shen Mingxi tilted his head to look.

Under the sun, Shen Jiawen, the eldest son of the Shen family's big house, and her eldest brother were helping her dry her clothes.

The eighteen-year-old boy was long, and although his face was thin, he still had sword eyebrows and starry eyes.

The worn-out patches are stacked on top of the patches of clothes, and although they have been doing farm work all year round, their nails are neat and there is no dirt.

The eldest brother has always loved cleanliness, filial piety to his parents, and love his younger siblings, but such a good eldest brother fell into the big manure pit of the brigade at the east end of Tunzi one night a few years later, and died a tragic and humiliating death in the filth.

Until she died, I didn't know how my eldest brother fell in.

Shen Mingxi looked at Shen Jiawen who was drying clothes with tears in his eyes.

Shen Jiawen quickly dried the clothes, moved the big wooden basin to the corner of the wall and stood up, only then did he see his sister looking at him intently.

He smiled, a mouthful of white teeth shining in the sun, stretched out his hand and patted the top of his sister's head affectionately, and said softly, "Silly girl, don't be stunned, go into the house for dinner." ”

As he spoke, he walked first towards the firewood house where they lived.