On the ground was a bottle of oil, a bundle of vermicelli, a two-pound bag of brown sugar, a twenty-pound bag of white noodles, a bag of pickle gnocchi weighing about five or six kilograms, and ten Chinese cabbages.

"You can't bring back too much, and these should be enough for you to eat for a while." Wang Xiulan didn't look at She Fenggang's black face, but only told She Yufen carefully, "You save some oil, don't hate to pour half a bottle into it every time you cook." ”

In their place, everyone eats meat oil and vegetable oil together.

The meat oil is the lard or mutton fat refined by the villagers themselves, and the vegetable oil is the pure natural sunflower oil squeezed from their own sunflower seeds.

Because of Zhao Huiying's various treatments, She Yufen always went back to her parents' house to get oil even before they separated.

Every time she asked her to run out of oil last time, Wang Xiulan would give her another bottle of meat oil and a bottle of vegetable oil, and the reason why she only gave one bottle this time was because Old Man She had just sent a bottle of vegetable oil to She Yufen and them to eat.

Of course, every time Wang Xiulan will be the same as this time, she will habitually tell her to "save some food".

It's not that She Yufen is really wasteful, it can only be said that the mother and daughter have very different understandings of the word "saving" because of their different life experiences.

Take the question of how much oil you put in your cooking.

She Yufen felt that putting a spoonful of oil in a big stew was enough to save her, but Wang Xiulan felt that as long as she put three or four drops, it was already a waste.

The people who have survived from the extremely difficult years have reached a point where the younger generations cannot understand their love for material resources.

Of course, this does not mean that all people who have lived a hard life know how to be frugal.

Like Mei Yali's grandmother, the extent of her failure is placed in She Yufen's generation, which is also well-known, and can definitely be used as a negative example of thrifty housekeeping.

"I know, mother." In order to prevent Wang Xiulan from taking out the example of She Yufen and her grandmother only using a drop of oil every time she cooks, She Yufen can only agree when Wang Xiulan tells her, and then what should she do.

She Fenggang had a dark face, glaring at Wang Xiulan and She Yufen, who were interested in ignoring him together, "Where did she take so many things back?" Didn't you say there was only one room? ”

She Yufen didn't raise her head or say anything, and Wang Xiulan said: "It's not a small warehouse, such a big house, even if you put twice as many things, it won't delay them to live." ”

She Fenggang was speechless, and walked back to the bedroom where She Meidi's swaddling clothes were placed with a calm face.

She Yufen glanced at She Fenggang's angry back, "Mother, I still don't take these things, lest my father have to quarrel with you later." ”

Wang Xiulan said to She Yufen while stuffing things into the bag: "It's okay, I'm not afraid of him." Anyway, when he didn't have anything to do, he didn't quarrel with me a lot. ”

She Yufen was still waiting to talk about it, but Wang Xiulan couldn't help but push her bicycle outside the stove room, "When everyone is poor, my mother had a hard time back then, and your grandmother is not the same as subsidizing your mother." Be obedient, when your life is good, you will be happier to come back with filial piety. ”

"Thank you, mother." She Yufen's eyes were sour, and tears fell in pairs again.

"Silly girl, what do you say to your own mother." Wang Xiulan patted She Yufen's arm, "Live a good life with Zhijun, don't quarrel with him because of his mother." ”

She Yufen nodded.

It's not the first time Wang Xiulan has said this, every time she wants to get angry, she will become calm again because she thinks of Wang Xiulan's words.

The two of them tied the things they were going to take away for She Yufen on the back seat and handlebars of the bicycle, and She Yufen turned around and went into the house and hugged Mei Yali.

After a while, she handed Mei Yali into Wang Xiulan's arms, "Mother, Yali will be handed over to you, I have to go back." ”

As soon as Wang Xiulan was about to nod, Mei Yali was already crying from her heart.

She Yufen was startled, and hurriedly hugged Mei Yali over to coax her.

"Why are you still crying?" After checking the diaper and finding that the child did not pee, She Yufen couldn't help but wonder.

"Did you know you were leaving?" Seeing Mei Yali's small hands tightly hugging She Yufen, Wang Xiulan had no choice but to give up the idea of hugging Mei Yali again.

"She's not usually so clingy to me." She Yufen couldn't believe it.

"Maybe it's a new place to recognize your life." Wang Xiulan didn't take it seriously, "You hug her for a while, or you will put her to sleep and give it to me." ”

She Yufen thought it was a good idea, but she soon found out that Mei Yali didn't even mean to sleep at all.

"Did you sleep too much just now?" Thinking that Mei Yali had been lying obediently with her eyes closed in the morning, Wang Xiulan couldn't help but suspect that the child had slept enough.

"What then? You can't just let her cry all the time, right? She Yufen was worried.

"What's the point of crying twice? How about any of you who didn't cry when they were kids? She Fenggang reprimanded She Yufen with a dark face, "You just have to go, I don't believe she can keep crying." ”

Mei Yali only felt that 10,000 grass and mud horses were galloping past in her heart, was her grandfather talking about human words? Did he treat babies like that?

She Yufen looked at the sky, "Then I'll go to the stove room for a while, if she doesn't cry, I'll go back directly from there." ”

Wang Xiulan also thought it was a good idea, she reached out to hug Mei Yali, but found that she couldn't hold it at all.

Mei Yali hugged She Yufen's neck and cried, her hands were so tired, her arms were so sore, it was so difficult to hug her mother tightly!

She was scolding her belly, but She Fenggang suddenly leaned over with a gloomy face and tore her arm open.

The pain of the arm being pinched, Mei Yali was angry, and couldn't help crying louder and louder.

Wang Xiulan scolded She Fenggang, "What are you doing so hard? Didn't you make the child cry when you didn't see it? ”

She Yufen hurriedly hugged the child and hid away a little.

"Yali, don't cry, don't cry, let Mom see your arm." She took off Mei Yali's little padded jacket with red eyes, and Wang Xiulan hurriedly came over.

"She's already crying! A girl is so delicate, I think she just owes a beating! ”

As soon as She Fenggang said this, Wang Xiulan and She Yufen were immediately furious.

Wang Xiulan and She Yufen gently pinched Mei Yali's arm to see if there was any pain when she touched it, and at the same time rarely lowered her face and scolded She Fenggang, "You don't put pi there!" Such a big child, you can do it! ”

The two women pinched She Yufen's little arm, and found that Mei Yali did not show a painful expression because of this, and the two women breathed a sigh of relief.

She Yufen hugged Mei Yali, who was crying with tears on her face, and coaxed softly, while Wang Xiulan glared at She Fenggang fiercely again and again.