The suburbs of Beijing, Qinjiazhuang.

A new grave has been added to the ancestral grave pile at the west end of the village, the cold wind is blowing, and the wooden sign on the new grave is very thin, it seems that the wind can blow away if the wind is a little stronger, and it floats to the west sky with the owner of the grave.

At the head of the grave lay a large and three small, a woman with her three children.

"Alas...... These four straights are also fatal, and they finally got a son, and they died on the mountain......"

In the distance, an old man smoking a dry cigarette sighed.

Snowflakes fell in the sky one after another, a cold wind blew, the old man was so cold that he wrapped his cotton jacket tightly, he put down his cigarette pouch, got up and patted the soil on his sleeve, and shouted to the young man standing six or seven meters away from the grave.

"Let's go, let's go, it's not a good day, take your mother and your younger siblings home."

The young man was not tall, and he was wearing a thin single coat with patches on his body.

Hearing the old man's words, the young man nodded, and without saying a word, walked towards the grave, he picked up his wobbly mother, and picked up the youngest brother at his mother's side, and the family walked in the direction of home.

The old man in the distance looked at the group of five, large and small, and sighed again.

......

In front of the steaming stove, Li Fang stirred the soup and water in the pot with a spoon, and no one in the room spoke, except for the occasional gurgling sound caused by hunger in the stomachs of his two younger sisters and younger brother.

"Xiaomei, Xiaoxing, Xiaohe, it's time to eat." After Li Fang put the stick noodle porridge well, it was cooled again before putting it on the edge of the stove.

A few children had not eaten since the morning, and it was already noon at this time, and they were already hungry, so they hurriedly stepped forward to serve porridge and drink.

Li Fang watched his younger brothers and sisters drinking, and secretly took out a pickled egg from the side of the stove, broke it into four petals, and put it in the bowl of his younger brothers and sisters.

Qin Xiaomei and Qin Hongxing were a little older, eight or nine years old, and they knew that the eggs were kept by their mothers and sold for money, so they didn't dare to say anything, and looked at their brother in surprise.

Qin Xiaohe was young, no matter how much he had, he ate it in a few bites, and then looked at the remaining petal in his eldest brother's hand.

Looking at Qin Xiaohe's eyes, Li Fang smiled lightly and shook his head.

"That's for my mother." With that, Li Fang put the eggs into the big bowl with the most porridge and walked towards the house with the bowl.

In the cold room, the woman's face was sad, and her eyes were red.

Zhang Yurong looked at the eldest son who was busy in front of him, and said slightly apologetically: "Fangzi, your Uncle Qin's business...... Thank you for your hard work. ”

She is not in good health, and her husband's biological son Qin Xiaohe is young, so the funeral of Qin Dashun is presided over by the sixteen-year-old Li Fang who is busy with the people of Qinjiazhuang.

Zhang Yurong and Li Fang are not natives of Beijing, more than ten years ago, the mother and son fled from the northwest, Li Fang's biological father was arrested when Zhang Yurong was just pregnant, and when Li Fang was just one year old, the news of his death came.

Later, there was a famine in his hometown, and Zhang Yurong, a young widow, could only escape to the outskirts of Beijing with her son, and met the kind-hearted hunter Qin Dashun, who survived.

Qin Dashun is an honest and honest farmer, he doesn't dislike Zhang Yurong as a widow, and treats Li Fang as a parent, and he doesn't let Li Fang change his surname, but just mentions that if he dies and no one throws the pot, let Li Fang come.

This is just a joke, after Qin Dashun and Zhang Yurong had their own son, Qin Dashun didn't mention it anymore, just made people, a few days ago, there was no food at home, Qin Dashun took a shotgun up the mountain, ready to find some prey, but I didn't expect that this old hunter who had been hunting for a long time folded on the mountain.

When the man was brought down, only half of his body remained.

"Yes, mother." Li Fang put the porridge on the side of the kang and took out a dozen crumpled pieces of money from his arms.

"This is the money left over for Uncle Qin's funeral, a total of two yuan, six cents and five." Li Fang handed it to Zhang Yurong.

Zhang Yurong waved her hand, but she didn't take it, she sighed: "Your Uncle Qin is gone, and you will be in charge of this family in the future." ”

If Li Fang was just a sixteen-year-old child, he might be happy for a while for his mother to let him be in charge, but he is a soul in his thirties from the 21st century, and he understands the great responsibility contained in his mother's words.

Zhang Yurong looked at the son in front of him, and his heart was like a knife, when her husband was alive, the family could barely fill her stomach and couldn't save any money, but now that her husband is gone, their family's food and drink are all on the shoulders of Li Fang, a sixteen-year-old child, she is uncomfortable.

The mother and son were talking, and Qin Xiaomei's voice sounded outside.

"Mother, brother, the third uncle's family is here."

Li Fang heard the voice, lifted the curtain and walked out, only to see a girl standing in the courtyard, still holding a cloth bag in her right hand.

The girl combed two hemp braids, her face was red from the cold, but it was difficult to hide her appearance.

"Jingru is here, enter the house, go into the house." Zhang Yurong looked at the girl in front of him, and a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

Qin Jingru looked at Li Fang, I don't know if she was a little shy, or if it was cold, and her face was even redder.

She said helplessly: "Auntie, this is a little bit of my father's heart, it's cold, you eat first." She stuffed the cloth bag in her hand to Li Fang: "I heard my father say that Brother Fangzi is going to the city in a few days, can you take me with you, I... I want to go to my cousin's house in Huairu. ”

Li Fang looked at the girl in front of him, his expression changed slightly.

Before he crossed over, he knew a little about the drama Courtyard, and if he remembered correctly, Qin Jingru's entry into the city was the beginning of this drama.

As he thought, Qin Jingru's big eyes flashed and looked at him.

Li Fang is handsome compared to the boys of the same age in Qinjiazhuang, and unlike those little mud monkeys, although there are many patches on his body, Li Fang's clothes and face are always clean, and he is also upright, so Qin Jingru likes to stay with Li Fang.

It's not about love, it's just a girl's simple hazy feelings.

Therefore, Qin Jingru's parents wanted to send food to Zhang Yurong's mother and son, and Qin Jingru took it over at once.

Zhang Yurong coughed a few times and said with a smile: "You put Brother Zi just to go to the rolling mill, I remember that your cousin is also in the rolling mill, put your son, you can follow Jingru together." ”

Li Fang's trip to the rolling mill was arranged before Qin Dashun's death.

Qin Dashun used to be a famous hunter in ten miles and eight townships, and once he was taken by a leader and taken to the northeast, Qin Dashun killed a tiger with three shots, and the tiger was full of treasures and was taken away by the leader.

As a reward, the leader wanted to give Qin Dashun money, but Qin Dashun refused, and the leader saw that he was a sincere person, so he planned to give him a work index, but after the birth of Qin Hongxing and Qin Xiaohe, Qin Dashun had no time to go to work in the city, and the work index was put on hold.

Until this month, when Li Fang had just turned sixteen, Qin Dashun and Zhang Yurong planned to let him use this indicator to go to work in the city.

Unexpectedly, the plan is not as good as the change......