Jiang Xiaonian took a breath, looked in the direction of Wang Yuhu's house, and saw that the courtyard door was not closed, so he directly dragged the basket in.

Aunt Song's daughter, who was a year older than her, was playing in the courtyard while smoke was rising from the Wang family's kitchen.

"Sister Qing'er, is Aunt Song here? I'm bringing fish grass to your house. ”

"Wait, I'll call my mother out." After that, Wang Qing ran away.

After a while, Aunt Song came out with a thing wrapped in dumpling leaves in her hand, she was very enthusiastic, and said to Jiang Xiaonian: "Xiaonian, are you here?" Just pour the fish grass into this basket, and I'll throw it into the fish pond later. ”

After that, he handed her the things wrapped in the dumpling leaves in his hand and said, "This is the fried baba I just made, I brought two for you, you can take them back." ”

Jiang Xiaonian, who had eaten wheat bran porridge and boiled vegetables for two months, couldn't help but swallow when she saw the flour baba with the aroma of oil, she didn't prevaricate, but generously took the baba and said, "Thank you, Aunt Song!" ”

Aunt Song touched her head and said, "No thanks, it's getting late, you hurry home, I still have vegetables in the pot, I'll go ahead first." ”

Jiang Xiaonian nodded, poured the fish and grass in the basket into a bamboo basket in the courtyard, and rushed home with two fried baba.

Usually Jiang Wei got off school early, and she arrived at Wang Yuhu's house before the meal, but today I don't know why, Jiang Wei came back near the meal, she rubbed two poops in such a daze, and I didn't know that I thought she did it on purpose.

It seems that in the future, she will have to avoid this point.

"Dad, mother, I'm back!"

As soon as Jiang Xiaonian entered the door, he went straight to the kitchen, put the two fried baba that were still hot in his arms on the table, and said, "Mother, this is given to me by Aunt Song, we can have more dinner in the evening." ”

Zhou Huihui was dressed in gray coarse cloth, with a wooden hairpin on her head, and was holding a bowl of wheat bran porridge.

Although she is in her twenties, she looks about the same as her thirties because of her hard work all year round.

Jiang Mengliang was still weaving bamboo baskets in the courtyard, and there were several next to him, and he wanted to bring them to the town tomorrow and exchange them for some copper plates.

Seeing the two fried poops on the table, Zhou Huihui showed surprise on her face and said: "Xiao Nian, how do you feel that you have changed a lot since you came back from the forest last time, not only are you cheerful, but you can actually get along so well with the people in the village, although Aunt Song is usually enthusiastic, she is not the kind of person who gives things to others for nothing." ”

Jiang Wei said beside the stove: "This is not for nothing, my sister sends fish grass to Wang Yuhu's family every day." ”

Zhou Huihui's eyes showed distress, and said, "Thank you for your hard work." ”

Jiang Xiaonian smiled and said, "It's not hard, I'll call my dad for dinner." ”

After a while, a family of four sat at the dining table, on which four bowls of wheat bran porridge and a plate of boiled vegetables were placed.

Jiang Xiaonian also saw that there was an extra bird egg in his bowl and in his brother's bowl, and couldn't help asking, "Mother, aren't there four bird eggs?" How can there only be two? ”

Zhou Huihui said with a smile: "I still have two left, and I will cook them for you in two days." ”

Jiang Xiaonian separated the bird eggs in the bowl with chopsticks, sandwiched half of them and put them in Zhou Huihui's bowl, and said, "Mother, you eat it too." ”

Seeing this, Jiang Wei hurriedly divided half of the bird eggs in his bowl to Jiang Mengliang, and said, "Dad, mine is for you to eat!" ”

This bird's egg is not as big as an egg, but it is a little bigger than a quail egg, and although one person can eat half of it in one bite, but after sharing, everyone eats it very fragrant and happy.

After eating a hearty dinner, Zhou Huihui returned to the room, lighting the oil lamp and doing some needlework, while Jiang Xiaonian returned to her room, lying on the bed and planning her future life.

The weather was too cold for the first two months, and she couldn't go out, but these days are gradually getting warmer and everything is recovering, and it's time for her to show her strength.

After a while, the bracken in the mountains will grow, and all kinds of mushrooms will emerge overnight, and the weather will become warmer, and all kinds of small animals will be active again in the mountains.

She touched the stone hanging around her neck, she has studied it thoroughly these days, there is a space in this stone, she can let her consciousness go into it as long as she concentrates, but, except for a small piece of wasteland, the rest of the place is blocked by an invisible wall, she can't get through it at all, she looks at it from a distance, there are still some scattered items inside, and she can't see what it is, it feels as if it has been scratched by a cat's paws, itchy.

She had secretly taken out the leather clothes and washed them, and put them on the bed she was sleeping on now, which was still covered with the previous coarse cloth blanket to make it warmer, but she didn't tell Zhou Huihui about this, for fear that they would find it strange.

There is no field at home, and the food that is usually eaten is exchanged for the bamboo basket that Jiang Mengliang usually weaves, and Jiang Xiaonian accidentally got a few soybean seeds a few days ago, so he turned over the small piece of land in the space, planning to plant a little soybean.

Although there are only four pieces of soil, if soybeans grow, they can fill some stomachs.

Working hard every day, Jiang Xiaonian thought about it, her eyelids began to fight, sleepiness swept through her body, and after a while, she fell asleep.

I don't know how long it took, she was woken up by the quarrel next door, rubbed her eyelids, got out of bed and walked to Jiang Mengliang's and his wife's room.

When he came to the outside of the room, he saw his brother Jiang Wei kneeling on the ground with his head bowed, while Jiang Mengliang was holding a thin bamboo branch dangling in front of his eyes.

"I'm calling you useless! If I don't wake you up today, I won't be your father! ”

Seeing this, Zhou Huihui hurriedly protected Jiang Wei and said, "Don't hit him, ask why." ”

Zhou Huihui looked down at Jiang Wei and asked gently, "Dahuzi, have you been wronged in the academy?" Why did you suddenly say that you couldn't go to school, don't you like to read very much? ”

Jiang Wei still lowered his head and said in a muffled voice: "I don't like to read now, it's boring, it's better to learn the craft with my father, make some bamboo baskets, and sell them in the town for money." ”

As soon as he heard this, Jiang Mengliang trembled with anger, pointed at him with a thin bamboo strip and said, "Why are you so unproductive?" The family has worked hard for you to go to school, and I want to wait for you to take the exam, but you don't want to read, you are not angry! ”

Seeing that the thin bamboo strips were about to be knocked down, Zhou Huihui hurriedly pulled Jiang Wei up, held his shoulders and whispered: "Child, don't think too much, listen to your mother, let's go to the school tomorrow." ”

Jiang Xiaonian can see it, her brother is probably afraid of increasing the burden on the family, so she thinks about giving up the opportunity to study, she often sees her brother writing on the ground with a stick, how can she suddenly not want to study.