The two chatted for too long at night, and they fed the little one at night, and they couldn't get up in the morning.

Grandpa Zhao was buried today, Zhao Dashan waited for a while, and he didn't see Huang Dou and Huang Xiaoyu coming, so he couldn't help but be a little anxious.

I had to take the time to squat down and tell Brother Hang a few words, and Brother Hang ran to Zhao Dahai's house with "dong dong dong".

Huang Dou and Huang Xiaoyu just got up, one was washing and the other was busy wrapping the child.

"Third mother, aunt, third uncle said that he would ask the mourner to prepare to carry the spirit." Brother Hang'er is learning very well now, and every word is correct.

"Okay, Brother Hang'er has eaten?" Huang Dou pulled his hair, put down his hand and touched Brother Hang'er's two neatly combed buns: "Who is this who helped you comb your hair?" Grandma. ”

"I ate it, it wasn't my grandmother who combed it, it was the third uncle who combed it for me." Brother Hang has been very excited in the past few days, and he is very happy after running with Zhao Dashan every day.

Zhao Dashan also spoiled him, and Zhao Dashan fed him with a bowl when he ate. But he was so beautiful that he felt that he was unique and favored.

Second Aunt Zhao saw that the soybean's belly was getting bigger and bigger, and she didn't dare to make any eyes. I saw Brother Hang'er far away. I'm afraid that Zhao Dashan has a child, so he doesn't want Brother Hang.

In the past few days, when I saw Zhao Dashan coming in and out, he was either hugging or feeding Brother Hang, and his heart was relaxed.

Zhao Dahai's daughter-in-law rolled up her sleeves and was helping on the stove, when she saw the soybeans and their children coming over, she beckoned them to the stove room.

"This is the food I have left for you, take a bite quickly, and it will be out of the coffin later." On the table, there are two large bowls of white rice, which are pressed with vegetarian fried celery and tofu cabbage. There is also a dish of fish next to it, which is left over from yesterday.

Filial sons and grandsons can't eat meat, but I don't know why fish is not considered meat?

A pregnant woman, a lactating mother-to-be, both need adequate nutrition. If you don't eat meat, Zhao Dashan usually instructs the two of them to make something delicious on the stove.

Rice is a special case, and when cooking rice, put a cloth bag next to the multigrain rice, which is filled with white rice, and when cooked, it is poured out.

When Zhuang Shangren saw it, he could only say behind his back that the Zhao Dashan brothers would feel distressed. As for men, they scoffed, thinking that women should be beaten, and they would be spoiled if they were so spoiled.

But in private, I will still pay more attention than before, and I know how to take care of the feelings of the women in the house.

The people who carried the coffin were in their early thirties and early forties from Zhuangzi, eight people, including Zhao Dalin.

Huang Dou didn't see Zhao Dalin's appearance clearly last night, but when he saw it today, he was really an honest and honest person. Honestly squatting to the side, and not talking to people.

A little boy of five or six years old ran over with a little girl about three or four years old, squatting aside in the same way as Zhao Dalin. It should be father and son, Zhao Dalin touched his little head, took out two big leaves wrapped in something from his arms and handed it to him.

The little boy took it happily and was about to open it, but Zhao Dalin held his hand down, probably thinking that it was not good for others to see it, so he whispered a few words.

Huang Dou saw the little boy pulling his sister away again, and he didn't know what was in the leaf. Huang Dou was very curious and couldn't help but follow him from a distance.

The siblings didn't run far, and squatted down in a leeward place behind the house.

Two leaves were carefully opened by the little boy, and one was wrapped in rice. Although it is multigrain rice, it is less coarse grain and more white rice. The other leaf contains some rice, and two thick slices of fat, one in the shape of a chicken thigh.

The little boy wiped his hand on his body, twisted a piece of fat and put it in the little girl's mouth, watched her swallow it with a smile, and couldn't help swallowing saliva and asked, "Is it delicious?" ”

"It's delicious." The little girl chewed and laughed, her eyes narrowed into a crescent.

The little boy picked up the piece of meat, slowly put it in his mouth, and chewed it carefully.

It was really delicious in the world, he had never eaten such delicious meat, it was so delicious!

The little boy wrapped the chicken leg and rice in thin again, pinched it in his hand, looked at the little girl's eyes, thought for a while, and whispered to his sister:

"We left the chicken leg for the third brother to eat, and the third brother is not in good health and needs to make up for it. Put the rice in when you cook it for your mother, so that everyone can eat it. ”

The little girl was probably too young to understand the little brother's behavior, so she only blinked her eyes and looked at the little brother, and said softly, "But didn't the uncle let us divide it?" ”

"But my brother and sister want to eat it too." The little boy looked at his sister a little upset, angry at her for not being sensible.

"Alright, let's go home." The little girl probably figured it out, and reached out to pull her brother's sleeve flatteringly: "Uncle said that he would bring us cakes to eat later." ”

Watching the little brother and sister walk away, Huang Dou also quietly walked back.

Two bowls of rice per person, looking at the two packets in that kid's hand, it should not be less than one bowl of rice.

It's really a loving father's heart, and he is reluctant to eat while eating, thinking about leaving it for his children. The little brother and sister are not a family, one is called father and the other is uncle, but the relationship is so good.

It doesn't seem to matter who the third brother is, no matter whose family it is, it's a family for them.

Huang Xiaoyu looked at the soybeans coming over and asked softly! "Where?"

"I'm a little tired from standing, and I'm going around. Why didn't you go to your knees? Huang Dou looked at Huang Xiaoyu strangely.

Zhao Dashan and the others were kneeling neatly on the dirt in front of the house, listening to the speech of the mourner. Most of them are bittersweet memories, and those who have unfilial children and grandchildren will also take the opportunity to criticize and preach.

"Dachuan asked me to feed the child, and he secretly told me to go later, saying that my knees hurt after kneeling for a long time." Huang Xiaoyu whispered in Huang Dou's ear.

The two of them took advantage of the big guy's lack of attention and secretly stood behind the crowd.

When it was time to untie the straw rope and cut their hair, the two slipped in again. Huang Xiaoyu knelt honestly, Huang Dou couldn't kneel, and it was not easy to stand, so he could barely squat.

Behind her, the lady handed her a wooden stool. She didn't dare to sit either, for fear of others pointing at her, so she only put her hand aside to borrow some force.

Fortunately, soon, she was cut, and when everyone finished cutting, they got up and sent the coffin to the field.

Zhao Laohan has a daughter, no granddaughter, and two sisters. When the coffin came out, the three people plus the three of Aunt Zhao and the three concubines cried earth-shatteringly. The relatives next to him were all crying tears, and Aunt Zhao couldn't hold it down, and wanted to pounce on the coffin several times.

I don't know, I thought this was my daughter.

Huang Dou peeked at her mother-in-law, and she was really sad when she cried, not as exaggerated as the second and third aunts.

Huang Xiaoyu walked slowly behind with the child and soybeans in his arms, and Brother Hang and Brother Jing were still led by Zhao Dachuan.

The rest of the concubines watched the soybeans walk slowly and slowly, and everyone also slowed down and looked ahead indifferently.