Lian Qingshan's eyes looked at the door of the outhouse in a daze, the woman named Cui'er, there was no movement after she went out, maybe she just ran away, he thought discouragedly.

"Alas......" Lian Qingshan sighed, if this Cui'er ran away, he would still not be angry. The daughter-in-law has been dead for more than a year, and even Qingshan didn't think about continuing the string, deep in the mountains, there are many men who are hunters, but there are not many people like him who are strong and skilled, although the wife died and had two children, but he was young and strong, and it was not difficult to marry one at that time.

It's just that even Qingshan was afraid that the newly married would treat these two children badly, so he kept dragging it out, who would have thought that he met a tiger when he entered the mountain? Although he beat the tiger to death and exchanged it for twenty taels of silver, he got ten taels, but his leg was also broken and he became paralyzed, and he could only sit on the kang all day long, and everyone who ate and drank had to be taken care of.

And in the silver in exchange for selling tigers, it cost two taels to see a doctor, and there are eight taels of silver left, and I gave my younger brothers and sisters one tael for food or something, and the seven taels of silver in my hand can't support these two children for a lifetime, not to mention that there is a paralyzed self.

Sitting on this kang, it was cold and cold, even Qingshan's heart was pulling out the cold, there was really no way, seeing that he couldn't get money out of his hands, his younger siblings' attitude towards himself was getting worse and worse. But this silver really can't be given out, if you have that day, the big girl and the little tiger can't be starved to death, right?

Even Qingshan sat on the kang, his heart had turned a thousand times, and when he sighed, Cui'er had already taken the burden back, and the things in the burden had also been disposed of by Cui'er. The broken silver in the burden has been stuffed into Cui'er's clothes, and those gold and silver jewelry, Cui'er feels dangerous, has been hidden outside, and only the burden of steamed buns is left on the kang by Cui'er.

On the black earthen kang, this dark purple cotton furoshiki with a little dirt stained with a little dirt, although it does not look very conspicuous, has become the most precious thing on the kang.

Under the faint sunset, the gray kang mat, the uncolored quilt on the kang mat and the bright furoshiki formed a strong contrast, which made Cui'er can't help but close her eyes, take a few deep breaths, and force down the urge to escape from this house, this house is too poor and broken.

"I can't escape, I'm afraid I won't survive tonight." Cui'er gritted her teeth and said in her heart, although Lian Qingshan's home looks a little dilapidated, although Lian Qingshan is a paralyzed person, but for Cui'er, a weak woman who can't survive in the mountains, she is lucky enough.

This is the best, this is the best...... Cui'er comforted herself in her heart, what hurdles she hadn't passed, this was just a little shabby, it wasn't that she hadn't lived in a bungalow, she almost ate food, and she still had some steamed buns! Cui'er thought about it, turned her head to look at the bowl of cabbage soup with clear soup and little water, and only felt that her stomach, which was originally too hungry, was not very hungry again.

"Daddy...... I'm hungry ......" Cui'er looked at the cabbage soup, and was seen by the big girl, the big girl's stomach was already hungry, for fear that Cui'er would eat all the cabbage soup, Rao is that she is very afraid of young women, and she is still weak and said behind Lian Qingshan.

"Hungry?" Lian Qingshan said embarrassedly, Cui'er's stomach screamed just now, he didn't hear it, but on the edge of this kang, there are only a few pieces of cabbage boiled vegetable soup, not to mention that it is not enough for his own family of four, and even the amount of a woman for the two children and Cui'er is not enough.

"There are still some bud rice noodles at home, or ...... Let's make a porridge to drink? Lian Qingshan looked at Cui'er with some embarrassment and said, "In his own family, the injuries are small, if it weren't for the fact that there was no one to work, he wouldn't have spent money to buy a steproom to come back."

"Okay, I'll get it." Cui'er didn't look like someone could cook in this house, so she pinched the burden on the kang and went out.

Looking at Cui'er who turned around and went out, even Qingshan's heart secretly complained, if only his leg wasn't hurt, if that was the case, not to mention that he wanted to eat a full meal, or if he wanted to eat a pheasant or a hare or something, it would not be difficult.

But now...... Lian Qingshan looked at his limp legs and sighed.

Cui'er came out of the house and looked at the kitchen, in this kitchen, the two stoves, one large and one small, were cold, and there was not even a little ash with sparks in them, so it had not been burned for a long time.

Cui'er thought of the cold kang when she sat down just now, and suddenly sighed, this is not easy even Qingshan, fortunately, it is already late spring and early summer, and the weather is not cold, otherwise even if the people in the house do not starve to death, they will have to freeze to death.

Cui'er sighed and shook her head, and walked around the kitchen, only to see a small half bag of budding rice noodles, a basket of sweet potatoes and a jar of salt, and other than that, there was no other food in the kitchen.

Cui'er thought that there was only cabbage soup in the house, and some staple food, but this half bag of bud rice noodles, I don't know when to eat it, she didn't dare to use it more, fortunately, there was still water in the tank, Cui'er thought about using this bud rice noodles to make a paste, so that she could coax her stomach.

Cui'er pinched the steamed bun in her hand, hesitated for a long time, but still took out the steamed bun, looked at it carefully, and looked at it carefully, although these two and a half white-flour steamed buns were nothing in her previous life, but here, I am afraid that she will not be able to eat them for a long time in the future.

"Now that the weather is warm, if you don't finish eating this steamed bun, you will have to grow hair in two days, so it's better to eat it while you can eat it, and take care of your body first." I'll talk about that later. When Cui'er still wanted to sigh, she suddenly found that she didn't know how much she sighed today, she laughed self-deprecatingly, sadness is also a day, happiness is also a day, she earns every day, what are you sighing!

With this thought, Cui'er's heart suddenly brightened, looking at this dusty house, it was not so uncomfortable, nothing was important to be alive.

She put the steamed buns in the cupboard and folded the wrappers neatly on the kang. In Cui'er's mind, the memory of the original owner is very vague, there is nothing about the identity, this baggage is very important, Xu is the original owner or the enemy's thing, you need to recognize your relatives or something in the future, Xu has to rely on it.

While thinking about her thoughts, Cui'er picked up the firewood on the edge of the stove pit and prepared to start the fire. In modern times, Cui'er was also pampered, except for living in the countryside as a child, she has always been in the big city when she grew up, and she has never done farm work or anything.

The experience of being a child and some memories in the original owner's mind let Cui'er know how to use the stove in this farmhouse, although her heart was up and down, but after Cui'er groped for a while, she was able to use the fire sickle to hit the sparks.

Cui'er doesn't have any big hobbies, she likes to eat something good, taste fresh or something, this habit has been there since she was a child, so when she grows up, Cui'er also likes to cook, although it is not as good as the level of a chef, using simple ingredients to make some delicious meals, but it is difficult for her.

After flying for a long time, the orange fire finally rose warmly, and it was easy to do after the fire, Cui'er scooped the water neatly and brushed the pot, and then boiled some hot water, and took a little half a bowl of bud rice noodles from the noodle bag, added water and stirred well, and when the water boiled, the bud rice batter was poured into the cauldron, and the spoon kept stirring in the pot.

After a while, the warm fragrance of bud rice noodles wafted out, and the paste was almost boiled. Cui'er thought of her steamed buns, she stood in front of the cupshelf cabinet, looked at the steamed buns inside, thought for a long time before taking one and a half out, put a curtain on the cauldron, and put the steamed buns on it to heat up.

After doing this, Cui'er suddenly remembered the little child lying on the kang, the child was too small, and the steamed buns might not be eaten directly, she hesitated for a moment, then took out a small bowl, scooped up the soup with a relatively clear surface, and broke the steamed buns, slowly melted them into pieces, and prepared them for Xiaohu to eat.

"It's time to eat!" When Cui'er brought food into the house, she looked at the bright eyes of the big and two small people in the room looking straight at her, and the way they swallowed saliva from time to time made Cui'er suddenly feel a little sour in her nose.