Early in the morning, as soon as the sky was dawning, Zhang Haishan and his wife got up and prepared to work in the field.

Although Zhang Haishan is a carpenter, the field still has to be served, otherwise the family of five will eat and drink.

Mother Zhang Yinhua put on her clothes, opened the door and walked to the kitchen, ready to make breakfast for the family, but saw that her eldest daughter was busy in the kitchen early.

Looking at the busy fourteen-year-old figure by the stove, she smiled a little gratifying.

suddenly remembered that when Mrs. Lin borrowed to wash clothes yesterday, she clearly probed her tone, and I am afraid that someone has begun to think about her baby girl.

It's okay, if you can talk about marriage in the second half of this year, you will be able to get married in the spring of next year. After arriving at my mother-in-law's house, if my stomach is more angry, I will give birth to a big fat boy in the next year, and I will live a beautiful life from now on.

When Zhang Zhaodi saw his mother coming out of the house, he greeted him with a smile from afar, "Mother, you are up, the hot water has been boiled, you can bring it to your father." I made two rice porridge, and it will be fine in a while. ”

Zhang Yinhua walked to the kitchen with her daughter, and at the same time stretched out her hand to smooth the hair on her daughter's ear, and asked tentatively: "Brother Zhao, tell my mother, is there a rare young man in our village?" Someone in the village must be thinking about you, and I'm afraid that someone will be ready to propose marriage soon. ”

When Zhang Zhaodi heard this, his face instantly flushed, his heart was beating wildly, and he didn't know how to place it all over his body, grabbed the corner of his clothes and stomped his feet, and said in shame: "Oh, mother, what are you talking about, I hate it, I ignore you." ”

She turned her head and rushed into the kitchen, throwing a few chopping woods into the stove in a panic, staring at the flames in the stove, pursing the corners of her mouth but hiding a smile.

Zhang Pandi walked into the kitchen with a bundle of chopping wood, just saw the expression of the eldest sister, and asked the mother who came in: "Mother, did the eldest sister hit the door with her face? Why is it so red, like a boiled pig's head." ”

One sentence made the heart of the daughter who was originally shy to be married instantly pull out the cold, Zhang Zhaodi jumped to his feet and got up, his willow eyebrows were upside down, his waist pointed at Zhang Pandi, and he said angrily: "Brother Zhang Pandi, you are the pig's head, you are the boiled pig's head." Hmph!"

Zhang Pandi looked at the eldest sister who was speechless, and then looked at his mother who was smiling, and he didn't know how he offended the eldest sister.

"What are you laughing at? I can't work in the field today, what are you doing with all of them?" came the strong voice of the head of the family outside the kitchen.

Zhang Yinhua and her daughters glanced at each other, hurriedly brought out the prepared hot water, sent it to the door of the house, on the stone platform specially used for washing, and went back to the house to bring towels and put them away, waiting for Zhang Haishan to wash.

During this period, Zhang Haishan yawned and waited aside, watching his eldest daughter cook the meal, and put the meal on the table in the center of the courtyard with the second daughter.

Two-rice porridge mixed with rice and millet, accompanied by mountain mushroom vegetables pickled by Zhang Yinhua, and herbal tea specially prepared for him to cool down.

This kind of scene of three or four women serving him and one man in a family made him feel an inexplicable sense of happiness.

But when he thought of his grandfather's words on the other side of his family, if he didn't have a son to do his filial piety in front of him in his life, after a hundred years, his family property would be confiscated and returned to the clan, he felt a little panicked in his heart.

took the towel handed by Zhang Yinhua, washed his face casually, and asked while wiping: "What about the third child?

Zhang Yinhua also didn't see the third daughter, and looked at the eldest daughter with questioning eyes, Zhang Pandi was setting the dishes and chopsticks, and replied when he heard the words: "Dad, the third sister went out to play before dawn in the morning." I guess I've forgotten the time to play, but I've already left her rice in the pot. When she gets hungry, she naturally remembers to come back for dinner. ”

"Hmph, things that lose money, you know how to play every day. At the age of six, he doesn't know anything, not even his two older sisters. You too, don't talk about discipline and discipline. You want to raise her as a son, playing all day long, what's the matter, you still point to her being able to give us a pension, how can you drop it......?"

Zhang Haishan counted the silver flowers while walking, walked to the table on the ground, sat down and picked up the bowl, ready to eat.

Zhang Yinhua Ai Ai sat down, lowered her head and did not respond, she knew that there was no son by her side, and there were no fewer men in her family, and some people were talking nonsense behind her back, all of which were blamed for her stomach not being angry, for more than ten years, she was stunned that she had not given birth to a handle.

"Mother, mother......"

When Zhang lost money against a smoky little flower face, and came in through the hole in the fence, he saw this routine counting meeting.

The father rebuked the mother with a serious face, the two sisters listened cautiously on the side, the mother lowered her head, and the corners of her mouth that she usually laughed with, and she couldn't hide a trace of sadness in her eyebrows.

Daddy's words can always break the heart of the mother.

"Mother, mother,......"

She threw herself into Zhang Yinhua's arms so aggrievedly, and the little tears dripped down, plowing the already smoky little flower face into black and white traces.

"The third baby doesn't cry, what's wrong, why is a face black like this?

Zhang Yinhua couldn't care about the grievances in her heart anymore, hugged Zhang to lose money, and hurriedly wiped her face with the towel that Zhang Haishan had washed her face, and the towel turned black into the bottom of the pot in a few moments.

Zhang Haishan was at the dinner table, watching his towel being used like that, the corners of his mouth twitched, he couldn't help but speak, picked up the porridge and drank it violently, but his ears were pricked up to listen to the movement.

The eldest sister and the second sister also came around, and asked with concern What's wrong?

Zhang lost money and received the comfort of his mother and two sisters, but he felt even more aggrieved, looked up at Zhang Yinhua, pouted, and complained aggrievedly: "Mother, you teach me how to make delicious grilled white strip fish, fried river shrimp, steamed river crab!"

It's sad enough that she didn't eat alone! She was still cooking fish soup while being ridiculed by a five-tailed brute.

What is this fish soup? Are you sure it's not the bath water for fish? Have you ever seen shrimp boiled? Shrimp are all fried! What crabs should be boiled? Do you only boil them? Are crabs steamed well?

That fox, that five-tailed brute! She hasn't stopped laughing since she started burying the pot to cook soup, and it's not a routine at all with the cold and arrogant look she just met, wow, the style of painting has changed too quickly!

"Tsk", the second sister Zhang Pandi's quirky eyes rolled, with a look of divine understanding, looking at her with a smile or not, full of mockery: "What's the matter, you went out early in the morning to fight for the tooth sacrifice, and you also pulled an accomplice? It seems that you are disgusted by your accomplices and cook unpalatable!"

Uh!(⊙o⊙)...

Zhang lost money with a black line on his face, and was hit by the second sister again, don't you want to be so magical!

Zhang lost money and buried his head in his mother's arms, his body twisted around like a worm, and begged coquettishly: "Mother, mother, teach me to cook, I want to learn to cook......"

"Okay, good, the third baby has grown up and is going to learn to cook?"

Zhang Yinhua glanced at Zhang Haishan, and her mood suddenly improved.

After fifteen years of marriage, although she did not give birth to a son and a half to Zhang Haishan, she finally raised her three daughters, and now even the youngest three children want to cook and share the housework, what else does she have to be wronged.

She rubbed her little daughter's hair and said with a look of relief: "That's it, from noon today, my mother will teach you how to cook." After your eldest sister agrees, she will start sewing the dowry, and in the kitchen in the future, she is afraid that she will not be able to take care of it. It just so happens that you have learned how to cook, so you can start to help me and your second sister. ”

"Oh, mother, I didn't have a word, why are you mentioning this again!"

Zhang Zhaodi, who was named, flushed his face, put down the dishes and chopsticks, got up, stomped his feet, ran back to the house in three or two steps, and refused to come out again.

The people who stayed behind looked at Zhang Yinhua in amazement.

Zhang lost money and asked curiously: "Mother, is my sister going to get married?"