And before Lin Changjun died, he left his hometown this time and brought Lin Hemai back, and told everyone about it, when Hemai's mother broke off with him, he didn't know that Hemai Niang was pregnant, and he didn't know that over the years, Hemai had grown up silently......

Lin Hemai thought about this every time, although his face was as plain as a quiet spring, but the taste in his heart was not very good.

Her impression of He Mai Niang is blank, and her impression of Lin Changjun is also very small, and she has been in contact for less than half a month. When she was still at a loss, she knew that she had a father, but when she returned to her hometown half a month later, her father was gone......

Qin Shi chattered something on the side, He Mai didn't listen to it anymore, she stared straight at the light green handkerchief in her hand, thinking of her dead father and mother who had never met, as well as Fang Cai's deep male voice and that tall back......

Wheat, wheat? Qin called twice, and Lin Hemai woke up faintly.

"Liulang is a filial child," Qin pursed his lips, his gaze drifting to the rolling mountains not far away, "Like his father, he is a good boy who knows how to be hot and cold, and he can't be wrong." If you get married, you don't have to deal with the three aunts and six wives, so it's okay! Although you say that you want to live in our Xiaoqing Village in the future, your temperament is not like that of people in the mountain village at all. You have a good temperament, but you look like a lady, you must be like your mother. ”

Lin Hemai calmed down and said softly: "Grandma, you always say that I am like my mother, but you also say that my mother's needlework is good, I can't do this, right?" ”

A piece of shoe sole is obedient like a sheep in Qin's hands, but in Hemai's hands, it is crooked, not to mention, just talking about filling a patch on the clothes, Hemai is also very uncomfortable, where is there a little shadow of her mother?

Qin laughed heartily a few times, his soft eyes glowed with love, and he said softly: "I'm afraid that your mother won't be able to teach you your body yet." Your cooking skills should have been taught to you by your mother, a few home-cooked dishes, especially the porridge water, in your mother's hands is better than the average mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, your father can drink five bowls in a row. ”

Speaking of porridge, He Mai came to his senses, "Milk, then I'll cook some porridge at night?" ”

Qin Shi nodded but shook his head, "Don't make porridge, I see that there are still some marinades left in the afternoon, right?" I'll just roll out some more noodles, and I can't leave anything left. ”

Now that the weather is getting warmer, Qin is worried that he can't put things down, and he won't be able to eat them if they are sour, and he will have a bad stomach.

Lin Hemai smiled at the Qin family, "Milk, you wait a while." ”

She turned around and entered the house, tossed for a while, then came out again, and showed the eight taels of silver in her hand to the Qin family: "Milk, this eight taels of silver is a dowry gift from Yang Liulang!" Our family has silver now, you don't want to save a bite in the east and a bite in the west, just a little food, it doesn't cost much silver. ”

When the Qin clan saw the silver, they were also shocked, "So much silver? ......"

Qin's old age, but his head is very clear, looking at He Mai's calm cheeks, she understands what happened for a while, she didn't have much happiness on her face, but said in a more solemn voice: "You kid, so much silver, where is it used to buy food?"

Rokuro this is for you, and you take the flowers. Milk can't live for you, and you can't make up much dowry when you get married, so you can only sew a few pairs of shoes. ”

Lin Hemai naturally didn't rely on it in her heart, she had already thought about how to use this money, and simply renovated this small thatched house, at least she couldn't let the Qin family live in a leaky house.

The remaining silver should be enough to buy some sauce, vinegar and tea for the family, so there is not much left.

Lin Hemai's cheeks were dimpled, and her tranquil little face was as bright and beautiful as a rainbow, and she whispered, "Got it, milk." ”

After dinner, the grandparents and grandchildren had already lit the oil lamp and went to sleep.

Oil lamps in the village are not cheap, and the croppers work all day during the day, and they don't read and write at night, so they naturally won't light the lamps and boil oil.

The window was pinned with a crack, and the night breeze blew coldly on Lin Hemai's face.

Lin Hemai glanced at the already sleeping Qin clan beside him, and closed the window a little more, leaving only a gap, just enough to blow her alone.

The night in the mountain village is quiet and lively.

The grasshoppers and crickets have revived, singing in the wild meadows with high spirits, their music always has an audience - the moon high above always sprinkles the brightest light in every inch of the grass, and every night in Xiaoqing Village, they are not alone.

If you have a little leisure, put a small table in the small courtyard, prepare some side dishes, and take a pot of osmanthus stuffed flowers, what a good life, drink to the bright moon, and be accompanied by tree insects, what a wonderful scene?

It's a pity that in Xiaoqing Village, there don't seem to be many people who have such leisure and leisure, no Yaxing drinks to the moon, and no financial resources to light lamps and prepare wine.

Xiaoqing Village is very poor, and after such a long period of poverty, everyone seems to be accustomed to this kind of life - two meals a day, and most of the time is working.

And when eating, the staple food is mainly sorghum, this thing has no oil and water, can not fill the stomach, but it is already good, and then the barren people, such as Tian Er's family, are full of vegetables, are fed with bran rice fed to the chickens.

That grain can produce so many things, because the people in the village are frugal and can only save on food.

Saving the shackles of the baby in the family in terms of eating, eating one less meal a day, and eating half a bowl of rice less in the two meals, how much food can be saved in a year!

Isn't the degree of food and clothing at home saved from eating a grain of rice?

This is the status quo of Xiaoqing Village, everyone is living tightly, and those who live a little better have three meals a day, but it is difficult to see meat in the rice bowl once.

The family raised some livestock and poultry, but they were sold in the town for silver, and some daily groceries were bought, and if they could tear up the flower cloth twice a year to make clothes for the women, it would be a good life.

What Lin Hemai put on her body during the day was the gray shirt that Lin Helin left at home before she went to study in the town, some of the long hands and feet were coarse cloth, she was very unaccustomed to wearing them, but looking at the clothes on some people in the village, with patches on them, she was already very satisfied.

Lin Hemai couldn't sleep at this time, but he didn't think about how poor and miserable his family was, but because he was worried about the arrival of Yang Liulang in the next day.

What exactly does Yang Liulang mean? There was a handkerchief under the egg, and since he had picked it up, why didn't he just return it, and he had to beat around the bush?