There were boiled beans that could be counted on a plate in front of him, a pound of old white dry, Zhang San'er and Brother Xiaoma pushed the cup and changed the cup, and they could also drink happily. Seeing that Shen Xiaohua was busy inside and out, Xiao Ma put down the wine bowl and beckoned to Zhang San'er sneakily, and Zhang San'er put his head in front of this big brother. Brother Xiaoma's face was burned red by Lao Baigan. It seemed to be whispering into Zhang San'er's ear, but in fact, the sound was enough for people within a radius of ten miles to hear.

Shen Xiaohua's face was flushed, she didn't have to deliberately hear Brother Xiaoma's words, and when she heard that Brother Xiaoma was actually persuading the third brother to marry her quickly, Shen Xiaohua's heart was like a deer. This little brother Ma, you are too anxious, it's really that the emperor is not in a hurry, and the eunuch is in a hurry. Shen Xiaohua complained sweetly.

The third brother's voice was vague and inaudible, Shen Xiaohua pricked up her ears, but she still couldn't hear it, listening to the meaning of Brother Xiaoma's words, the third brother seemed to be tender and tight. Shen Xiaohua didn't know whether she was nervous or disappointed, she breathed a long sigh of relief before she came to this house, although she liked it very much, but she was ashamed to .......die with her third brother so quickly. The fire in the stove was raging, and there was no girl's heart surging, but ...... But...... The third brother is really handsome. Outside the house, the snow is falling into the desert, and a little girl's face turns into a red apple in the kitchen.

"I said brother, let's drink wine, why do you still eat vegetables." Brother Xiaoma's voice suddenly rose an octave, Zhang San'er couldn't help but tremble by what he said, and the bean on the chopsticks fell down before it had time to reach his mouth.

The two of them drank, there were only a few beans on the plate, Zhang San'er wanted to hide his red face, so he went to blackmail one, but he didn't expect this cheerful man to be so serious. The northern man drinks and does not eat vegetables, this fierce style is still reserved, and the bean that fell on the ground was found by Xiao Ma Ge for a long time, put it to his mouth and blew it and said: "Brother, I ate this bean." ”

"You eat, drink and drink to be happy, and after eating, my aunt still has it here." Liu's words made Zhang San'er's family seem to be millionaires. After sweating, I was sick, and my throat did not begin to make the terrible sound of whirring, but it was much brighter.

"Okay, auntie, you have a good rest to recuperate, and my brother and I have a good chatter."

A pound of old white went down, and the beans in the broken bowl only went to the one that had just fallen. Brother Xiao Ma had enough wine, and after talking a few baskets, I don't know if the meal was full, but he still patted his belly that was sinking deeply, and staggered out with a wine burp, and saw Shen Xiaohua standing at the door, I don't know if it was through the wine and waved heartily and said, "Brother and sister, don't send it." ”

Shen Xiaohua blushed and ran to Liu's room. Liu patted Shen Xiaohua on the back and laughed. Sending this man out of the door, Zhang San'er watched his tall figure walking on the withered village road, the bone frame seemed to be trembling, and Xiao Suo was desolate.

Winter is finally over. Fifteen people died of starvation in the village. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

The rich man of the former village didn't know what kindness he had, so he opened a porridge shed, Zhang San'er and Shen Xiaohua, brother and sister, rushed over with the crowd, the scene was really not small, and it was estimated that people from a radius of fifty miles came here. So many people are obviously beyond the preparation of the stingy Wang family, and the old landlord Wang scolded with a blue face: There are so many poor ghosts who can't die.

The steward of the Wang family stood on the high platform, shouting hoarsely, but there were many hungry people and loud voices. Who hears what he says. The rich man Wang is a stingy person, and this time he was forced by the other three landlords of Qingzhou Mansion to be unwilling to open a porridge shed, and he did not prepare much porridge. At first, he just wanted to make a show, but who wanted to come with so many people, and the rich man's intestines were a little remorseful. kept scolding: "These poor ghosts haven't eaten for eight lifetimes." ”

The Wang family is a family that can't be a person, and the money could have earned a good reputation, but there are more monks and less porridge, and the rich man Wang is reluctant to spend the silver in vain, and he sees the hungry people scolding and scolding to eat people, where is there half a point of gratitude. spent money on charity and was scolded. The rich man turned around angrily and walked in.

When it was Zhang San'er's turn, the porridge bucket had already seen the bottom, and the Wang family chef with the spoon called out in a rough voice, Zhang San'er raised the bowl, and the chef's big spoon scraped hard at the bottom of the barrel, and snapped into Zhang San'er's bowl, and then shouted at the crowd behind, today's porridge is finished, please be early tomorrow. After speaking, he ignored the commotion of the crowd and walked towards the gate of the Wang family.

Hearing that there was no porridge, the crowd behind was boiling, at least half of the people did not receive it, what did the rich man do to do nothing, but the Wang family was rich and powerful, and a large number of people who took care of the family and nursing homes were so thin that how could the hungry people deal with it, and the order was chaotic under the excitement of the crowd. Zhang San'er dodged away, pulling Shen Xiaohua against the flow of people and was squeezed around. Suddenly, I saw a pair of pure eyes.

The little man, standing helplessly next to the tall crowd, the porridge bucket in the gap seemed high and out of reach. In this cold world, he was overwhelmed by a crowd of unreserved, old, hesitant, and uncontrollable hands, huddled in the tall crowd, with only half of his face exposed, and a timid eye looked around blankly, telling his most primitive longing.

The child is too young, don't be squeezed and trampled to death by the rioting crowd, Zhang San'er picked him up and squeezed him out of the crowd. I had time to take a closer look at the child, due to excessive hunger, the spirit was already a little trance, this situation Zhang San'er saw a lot in winter, hugged him, the porridge bowl in his hand came to his mouth, maybe it was physiological instinct, or smelled the fragrance of porridge, the child opened his mouth, swallowed the porridge in two bites, burped in his mouth, looked at Zhang San'er smiled brightly, and slowly closed his eyes,

Zhang San'er thought that the child was asleep, so he asked Shen Xiaohua to go back first, and he held the child here to wait for his parents, sitting in the early spring when it was warm and cold. The child's body was cold, and Zhang San'er hugged him tighter with pity. The child's clothes were old and could not be seen in their original color, they were large and ill-fitting, apparently his father's. Make a child look thinner.

He never heard the child's breathing, Zhang San'er put his face on the child's chest, and he was shocked to find that the child didn't know when there was no heartbeat, his body was already hard, and he couldn't open his pure eyes anymore.

After waiting for a long time and not looking for a child, Zhang San'er returned home with him in his arms, and when he arrived at the door, he suddenly heard in his ear, "The child who has just died less than an hour, okay, leave it to me." As soon as the voice fell, a gust of wind blew, Zhang San'er's hand was loosened, and the child was gone. Zhang San'er was so angry that he scolded at the entrance of the hall and house, "The monster who can't die well, people have starved to death, what do you want his corpse to do?" ”

"Bold," the voice was cold, and a gust of wind rolled up from the yard, suddenly rolling Zhang San'er into the air, and then fell down heavily, hurting Zhang San'er's waist into shrimp. It took him a long time to stand up, and his hands were suddenly no longer his own, and he opened his bow left and right, and slapped his face so that he vomited blood in his mouth, and he still had no intention of stopping. Finally, he collapsed in the courtyard exhausted. The face is swollen and tall.

The child's body was gone.

The Wang family opened the porridge shed for three days, Zhang San'er never went again, spring came, wild vegetables and other edible things on the barren land slowly popped up, and the patriarch also began to prohibit the villagers from digging Guanyin soil to eat. This bad habit has stopped though. Many people still left terrible marks, their stomachs bulged high, and Zhang San'er also clearly saw the bright veins on the stomachs of several people, as if they would break with a slight stab, terrifying and worried.

Except for the typhoid fever last winter, the Liu family has never been sick again, and urged Zhang San'er and Shen Xiaohua in a loud voice, although they are still hungry, but the family still survives the winter safely after all. The three of them are not thin, Zhang San'er's eyes are already very big, and this weight loss makes it even more prominent.

Spring has arrived, the flowers are blooming, and the little bees don't know where to come from. Buzzing in the spring breeze, from time to time to bite the wildflowers in the wilderness. Every time Shen Xiaohua saw Zhang San'er, her little face turned red and she immediately avoided it, her big eyes flickered, she turned her face shyly and ran away, ahhh, spring is coming.