The dried radish was left outside, windswept and dusty.

Chen Jingnian soaked and washed the ground two or three times before he put the dried radish into a porcelain bowl, put some salt, and poured some soy sauce and vinegar.

At this time, dried radish, dried eggplant, dried beans and dried cowpea were used as auxiliary dishes for cabbage and potatoes, and were a common dish for northerners to spend the winter.

Every autumn, vegetables are available in large quantities. Women and children take food tickets and money to buy them in sacks at the vegetable station, and take them home and cut them into shreds or strips to dry, so that they can eat for a long time.

"Write in your hands, read it in your mouth."

Chen Jingnian came out of the kitchen, saw that Nan Nan was a little slippery, his eyes looked out of the window from time to time, and he reached out and knocked on the table.

"The eldest sister let me read it silently."

"Big sister won't let you eat fruit every day."

The eldest sister is like a mother, and her sister Chen Huiling is more strict with Nannan, while Chen Jingnian spoils her sister in a different way.

I closed the lid, shook the towel, and put it in the drawer.

"Today, the world is divided into three, and Yizhou is tired......"

Nan Nan shook her head on the rice plate paved with millet, talking and writing.

She is not afraid of her brother, but she is very afraid of her eldest sister, so these poems taught to her by her eldest sister have long been memorized and written, and brother, hehe, as long as his eyes are red, everything will be solved.

"Nannan, let's not bring a pronunciation in the ancient text, it's still today!"

"That's Ming'er! Giggle......"

"Braised some rice at noon, boiled cabbage soup in the evening, and put a few potstickers."

Chen Jingnian laughed at his sister for a while before changing the topic.

But his words were not attractive to the girl who had just finished eating the fruit, and the little girl sent him away with a "hmm".

Potstickers are cornmeal flatbreads, if you don't put white noodles, the taste is very rough, how can there be a pastry delicious.

Chen Jingnian, who knew that he had temporarily lost his use value, sat opposite Nannan and glanced at the room, where there were several mirror frames hanging on the gray walls, and there were many old photos pinned to the frames.

In addition to these photos, there is a wall plastered with all kinds of awards, which are won by Chen Huiling, the original owner Chen Jingnian and Nannan, and the gold and red certificates can be said to be the best decoration, which sets off this old house extraordinarily.

This room was originally lived by the eldest sister and Nannan, because the family fell ill one after another, especially after the serious illness that caused Chen Jingnian to borrow rebirth.

After sending my father, my mother was so cruel that she burned all the clothes and things that my father had used. Not only did he destroy the walls and floors, but he also picked up artemisia grass and lit a suitcase, which smoked and burned for several days.

After his mother died, Chen Jingnian took the initiative to use the house he lived in with his parents as a warehouse.

"Brother, I miss my mother."

Nan Nan suddenly raised her head, and tears couldn't stop flowing.

"Mom?"

Chen Jingnian remembered that after he was reborn, he had confirmed many times that he had not found the city where he had lived for more than 30 years in his previous life, and tears flowed down, and he said with a wry smile: "Brother also wants to." ”

The sudden mood swing made him unable to hold back, and tears instantly welled up in the corners of his eyes.

The little grinning mouth immediately closed, as if she had caused a big disaster, and looked at her brother helplessly.

"Axe, axe at home?"

"In!"

The sad atmosphere in the room was interrupted by a voice from outside the door, and Chen Jingnian dusted the corners of his eyes and answered.

"Third master, what's wrong with you?"

Chen Jingnian pushed open the door, and a middle-aged man wearing a gray tunics and a tube of pens pinned to his jacket pocket stood outside the door.

It is the three great masters in the yard, Yan Bugui.

"Uncle wants to borrow your axe, but my axe was taken away."

Yan Bugui's ancestral home is Shanxi, and he speaks with a bit of an accent.

He was in elementary school math, and a pair of glasses with a thick bottle bottom, and the right side of the glasses was folded, and white thread was wrapped around in a fool's way.

"Cheng, I'll take it for you."

Chen Jingnian didn't say anything, turned his head and took out the axe from the warehouse and handed it to Yan Bugui.

"I'll pay you back when I'm done."

A flattering smile appeared on Yan Bugui's face, and a circle of folds squeezed out near his eyes, looking a few years older.

"Done."

Chen Jingnian nodded, dealt with the three masters, and began to plan what he would do after eating.

The reason why he thinks so is because he knows that if the third master opens his mouth to borrow an axe, he must make the best use of everything, and it is impossible to return it without finishing the chopping wood of his house and cleaning up all the tables, chairs and benches.

Instead of listening to him at home for an afternoon, it is better to find something to do and calm down the ups and downs.

"Nannan, I'm cooking."

Chen Jingnian went into the house to pick up the briquettes and scooped out most of the hot water in the pot.

"Brother, I'm not hungry."

Nan Nan said softly.

"Big eyes and small belly, the amount of food with two fruits in the sky."

Chen Jingnian saw that his sister didn't eat with him, so he only left some bottom, poured the leftover noodle soup from cooking noodles for his sister in the morning into the pot, and poured two spoonfuls of condensed rice into it.

The rice was bubbling, Chen Jingnian hooked out the briquettes, took out the hot rice, added a scoop of cold water to the pot, and poured some water into the stove pit to extinguish the briquettes.

After three or two mouthfuls of rice, the water in the pot was also warm, and the dishes and chopsticks were cleaned with warm water and washed again, and the sound of smashing the wall came from the opposite side.

"Nannan, don't write it, my brother will take you to dig wild vegetables in the afternoon."

Chen Jingnian took off his seventy-percent new green military uniform and changed into a badly faded blue overalls with patches on top of each other.

The military uniform is Zhao Jianjun's father's, and the work uniform is a large size that his mother found someone to change.

Men's overalls are not easy to change, so they are oversized women's, with a large open collar and only a jacket pocket on the left, and the pants are still open on the side.

Nan Nan put down the poplar branch in her hand, put the millet stuck in her hand to the plate one by one, and carefully smoothed the rice plate, and said like a little adult: "Brother, my mother and sister said that you will not go to the field." ”

"That's not what you said when you asked me to catch cockroaches and butterflies for you, if you don't go, I'll go by myself, and when the time comes, I'll take wild vegetable sprouts and noodles, and eat my own pancakes."

"I'll go get my pocket."

Nan Nan immediately put away her stiff little face, and there was a flattering smile in her eyes.

Children from poor families are sensible early, and a ten-year-old girl is already a big child in this era.

In many families, girls of this age have already learned to wash clothes and cook with their mothers, and they can take on some of the housework.

But Nan Nan has been weak since she was a child, has little experience, is still relatively naïve, and is easy to fool.

Chen Jingnian, who is already a middle-aged uncle, fooled his sister with a sentence, and shouted proudly, "Go change your pants and put on your mask again." ”

"I don't climb trees."

The little girl muttered reluctantly to take off her new pants.

Although only two legs of this pants are new, they are still one long and one short.

Chen Jingnian didn't say anything more, let his sister grind foreigners, took two leggings and wrapped them around his calves.

Reaching for the wall, he took off the canvas pocket and put it on his shoulder, thought for a moment, and then took out a piece of pea yellow from the drawer and put it in the handkerchief.

Pour some hot water into the glass hanging bottle on the cabinet, plug the rubber plug and put it in your pocket.

"Brother, you wait for me!"

Seeing the delicious food, Nan Nan began to be anxious, and changed into old khaki pants and put on small cloth shoes.

Chen Jingnian smiled and took two muslin belts and wrapped them around his sister's calves.

He took his sister out of the house, took a small shovel from the barn, and took out a wicker basket.

This wicker basket is the standard equipment of Nannan, her godfather Li Xianwen weaves one for her every year in the spring, and after a summer, it loses water, and several places where it turns are cracked.

Nannan's godfather Li Xianwen is Chen Jingnian's fifth uncle, and Chen Jingnian also has a godfather, Zhao Jianjun's father Zhao Changshun.

Li Xianwen and Zhao Changshun are both comrades-in-arms of Chen Jingnian's father, Chen Jingsheng, and the three of them were a company and had a lifelong friendship when they joined the army.

Li Xianwen lost a half leg because of the thunder, the right side of his face was grazed by shrapnel, most of his cheeks were gone, and he left a lump of dead flesh after healing.

"Brother, give me a shot when you break the bow!"

Nan Nan secretly touched Chen Jingnian's waist, but was twisted and turned around.

"Reach out."

When Chen Jingnian slapped his sister's hand, he had a little clam oil on his fingers.

Nan Nan opened her arms unhappily, let her brother put the basket strap on her shoulder, and said softly: "That's my godfather's." ”

"That's what I won, and it's mine now."

Chen Jingnian touched his waist, and sure enough, the hem of his clothes was pinned to the wooden handle of the broken bow, he put down his clothes, and pressed a small leather bag in his pocket, which contained some worn bicycle bearing balls.

"My godmother gave you the rubber hose."

"That's called a tourniquet, and besides, your godmother is also my godmother."

"Godmother said, she is the rarest of me."

"Silly girl, my godmother is the rarest sister, I don't see that my sister is rare to become her daughter-in-law."

"Jian, brother-in-law is not good-looking."

"The children are all from the house, there is no door on the mouth, haha, don't always listen to your teacher, always tell the truth."

"Brother, when are you going to take me on the pigtail tram."

"Waiting for you to be the first in the district."

……

The brother and sister went out of the hospital, and the little mouth of Nannan did not stop along the way, in order not to be leaked by his sister, Chen Jingshi began to tell Nannan about the origin of trams and buses.