"You all said that you are my own uncle, I am a little rabbit, what are you?" Sister Qiu pouted and asked, "Rabbit cub?"

Second Uncle Mei didn't expect Sister Qiu to dare to fight back, so he immediately raised his hand, made a gesture to fight, and said with a wide eyebrow and a quenched question: "Eh, you little rabbit, dare to talk back?" Do you believe that I beat you up? ”

"Her second uncle, her second uncle, Sister Qiu doesn't understand things, don't ignore her!" Jia Shi hurriedly persuaded, turned his head and scolded Sister Qiu, his expression was extremely stern, "What's the matter with you?" Hurry up and compensate your uncle! Why don't the children understand things? ”

Sister Qiu lowered her head, looked at the black linen shoes that showed her thumbs, and whispered to Second Uncle Mei: "Second Uncle, I was wrong. "It's wrong to be confused for a while, and I treat you as a person.

Second Uncle Mei's face has passed, and he is beaming in his heart, the eldest brother is dead, he is the boss of the Mei family, and the eldest sister-in-law and Sister Qiu have to let him handle it.

"Who has enough water to eat? Don't hurry up and send another bottle! Second Uncle Mei raised his chin with his back hand and asked, full of the appearance of the head of the family.

"Yes." Sister Qiu replied and put the bottle of son into the back basket, Jia Shi has not eaten saliva yet, no matter what, she will all run back again, it is not because of Uncle Mei's mix, the tired Jia Shi can't eat water.

Sister Qiu ran back and forth twice, and sent water twice, only to hear Second Uncle Mei standing in the shade of the tree with a bowl crossed, chirping crookedly while drinking water, "It's tiring to work with my mother-in-law, and I haven't finished plowing these fields for half a day, and I ...... delayed my work."

Jia Shi pursed her lips and didn't say a word, standing there with her face red and white for a while, Sister Qiu pulled her palm and whispered: "Mother, don't listen to his nonsense. ”

As long as he asks a lazy and shameless bastard like Second Uncle Mei to work in the field, even if it is a strong ox pulling the plough in front, he will pick thorns.

Jia Shi smiled at Sister Qiu, a yellow and thin face had been doing heavy work under the sun for so long, the sun was red, and sweat was dripping down the hair on the sideburns, and there were already a few white hairs mixed in the black hair on the sideburns, which was extremely dazzling.

No, Jia's is not yet 35, two days ago, Jia's hugged her to sleep, she didn't notice that Jia's had gray hair, how could it be that overnight, Jia's had aged so much.

Looking at the white hair on Jia's sideburns, Sister Qiu was frightened for a while, thinking about the past two days because the Rong family did not recognize this marriage event, Jia's was frightened and worried, and she couldn't sleep last night, and she was actually worried about white hair overnight!

Sister Qiu's heart throbbed, because of this incident, she also gave birth to a lot of anger with the Jia family, and she was opposed to and disgusted by Jia's insistence on going to the Rong family to ask a clear question, the servants of the Rong family neglected and humiliated them, and Sister Qiu was not angry, and there was even a kind of gloomy joy in her heart that "after all, the Jia family will see the truth clearly".

Sister Qiu has always looked at the problem with the eyes of an adult in the 21st century, but she forgot that Jia is just a rural woman who loves her daughter like her life and has little knowledge, she naturally has dignity, but she only needs to want Sister Qiu to live a good life, no longer like her, she is like a cow and a horse in the dirt and stalks, and she will not take it too seriously, no matter how much humiliation she suffers.

When Jia and Uncle Mei carried the plough to the house, the sky was completely dark, and the villagers were doing farm work, all of them were holding back a wisp of breath, and they could do it one day and never delay it until the next day, even if it was late, they didn't eat or sleep, and they finished the work.

Mao knew that it was impossible for Jia to rush back to cook, she asked Sister Qiu to light the fire, and went down to the small kitchen to make millet pancakes, and sandwiched a large porcelain bowl of pickled cucumbers and pickled garlic in the pickled vegetable jar of her own house for the meal, thinking about how tired her son was working in the field, Mao hesitated for a long time, pulled out a handful of garlic stalks from the field, washed and cut into sections, turned his head and went to the latang house, took out a yellow clay bottle from the bamboo basket hanging from the beam of the hall house with a pestle, and scooped out a spoonful of white slippery things from it. It rested in a large pot of stir-frying.

This kind of thing that Sister Qiu recognized was solidified grass lard, which turned into oil after being left in the pot for a while. In the 21st century, almost no one eats grass lard, but this thing is a good thing in the ancient times when there was a shortage of oil and meat. The Mei family rarely puts oil in the stir-frying, and the oil eaten is also black rapeseed oil, which is not as fragrant as grass lard.

Mao's palm skills are naturally better than those of Aunt Mei'er, a grass lard fried garlic stalks, the small kitchen is full of smoke, the aroma is spread far and wide, the big cow and the second cow stand by the door, and the greedy saliva is straight to answer. Seeing the gluttony of the two of them, Mao couldn't help but laugh and scold: "Get out of the way, and eat when your father comes back!" ”

When Jia Shi and Second Uncle Mei came back in the night, Sister Qiu had already brought all the food to the house, and Second Uncle Mei dropped his things as soon as he entered the door, muttering, "My stomach is all hungry!" Jia lowered his head, moved back and forth twice without squeaking, and moved all the farm tools into the middle of the West House.

Mao stood by the door of the hall and said, "Hurry into the house to eat." Looking at the silent Jia family, Mao's heart was full of joy, as if he was addicted, and he couldn't help but open his mouth to stab a few words, "I am a born hard worker, unblessed, tired and tired to live a lifetime, and I will serve you all when I am old!" ”

Sister Qiu figured out that the most suitable profession for the Mao family was the queen mother in the palace, no matter what she did, a group of palace eunuchs and concubines...... Together with the saints, all of them have to respectfully thank her for her great kindness, so regret that Mao's life is not very good, born in the Zhuang family, when the old Xiucai's father is there, he will also drag a few sour poems to thank her, and now only the second family with no heart and black lungs remains, as well as the simmering Jia and Sister Qiu.

During the meal, Mao distributed millet pancakes, put the bowl of fried garlic stalks with grass lard and two wooden chopsticks into Mei Laosuo's bowl, and then put the bowl in front of Mei Ershu and Da Niu Erniu. In fact, without her special move, Jia and Sister Qiu would not have to pick up the dishes in that bowl. Eating grass lard to serve Mao's foaming stars for half a day, it really can't be done.

Before going to bed at night, Jia sat on the edge of the kang, his face tired, and he said to Sister Qiu: "Sister Qiu, bring warm water for my mother, my mother sweated and wiped her body. ”

Sister Qiu went with her voice, filled a melon with hot water in a large pot, mixed it with deep well water, Jia Shi took off her clothes and wiped it on her body with a silk handkerchief, Sister Qiu wanted to go forward to help Jia Shi wipe her body, and pushed Jia Shi away, "You don't need to, hurry up and go to the kang." ”

When Jia's also got on the kang and the two of them lay down, Sister Qiu quietly lifted the middle coat on Jia's body, and saw through the starlight that there were two purple-red deep strangulation marks on Jia's shoulders, which were left by pulling the plow this afternoon. The resentful Jia Shi wanted to wipe his body with warm water, but he couldn't stand the pain.

"Sister Qiu, what are you doing? Why don't you sleep? Jia Shi turned his face and asked.

It turned out that Jia's hadn't slept yet, and Sister Qiu's eyes were all red when she looked at the strangulation marks on Jia's body, "Mother, the medicine on your body!" ”

"What kind of medicine did you get sick? The farmer farms and does the work and eats the sea, where is it so delicate. Jia Shi laughed, seeing Sister Qiu's face full of worry, Jia Shi was relieved: "This is a big deal, I will go down by myself in two days." ”

Sister Qiu looked at the strangulation marks on Jia's shoulder, I was afraid that I would not be able to find someone who worked harder than Jia's in Xiaohe Town, no, no, it should be a person who worked hard.

"Mother, what are you doing with such a big effort?" Sister Qiu said softly, "The more honest you are, the more they will oppress people, look at the second uncle, what kind of thing is he doing?" ”

Jia Shi laughed, tiredness flashed in his eyebrows, and patted Sister Qiu's shoulder, "Sister Qiu, don't suffer a loss by doing more work, how can a family live with so much care?" My mother has physical strength, and she earns enough for our mother and mother to eat, and our mother and mother are also very straight. ”

"You can't do this anymore, you'll get tired and sick." Sister Qiu pulled Jia's rough palm and said, Jia's palm pulled the plow today and all the blood blisters were grinded, Second Uncle Mei didn't work hard, Second Aunt Mei didn't go out at home, a family of ten people, pointing at Mei Laosu and Jia's two people working, Jia's is such a desperate job, sooner or later it will be squeezed dry and finally a drop of blood.

Jia Shi smiled and touched Sister Qiu's head, "My mother is in good health, where will I be tired and sick if I do some work?" The lazy man who doesn't live all day long is full of illness! ”

said that, after Sister Qiu lay down, she woke up in the middle of the night to the sound of Jia's sighing, and listened to Jia's tossing and turning on the kang, sighing sadly and unable to sleep.

Sister Qiu can't talk about it if she wants to be relieved, where can a girl talk about her own marriage in this era, even if she doesn't listen attentively, she has to cover her face and run away shyly. A good marriage event was so yellow, and all the expectations in Jia's heart were shattered, and he was afraid that he would not be able to let go of it for a while.

The next day, Sister Qiu got up from the kang, and saw that Jia's two eyes were dark, but she was afraid that she hadn't slept much all night.

Less than two days later, it was the Qingming Festival, although Mao was a stingy, but he was quite generous to the dead eldest son, and went to the grocery store of the old family at the entrance of the village to buy a knife of yellow paper for three cents, and asked Sister Qiu to fold it into yellow paper.

Folding yellow sorghum paper is very simple, fold the boxy thin yellow sorghum paper in half, but be careful, do not fold diagonally into a triangle, and leave a gap of two fingers on the side.

Jia Shi looked at a knife of yellow paper, felt that the sacrifice was a little little, took Sister Qiu down to the gutter, found a few nectarine trees, picked a few wild peaches, and prepared to worship in front of Mei Lao Xiucai's tomb, how much to see.

Most of the wild peaches that can be eaten have been picked by people, and all the things that Jia Shi took Sister Qiu to find were all picked for people, not very good, small, and tasted a mouthful of sourness, although people can't eat them, it should be no problem to be a sacrifice.