Su Yun, who was sitting on the edge of the kang and watching his daughter, took out a cotton towel and wiped her saliva for her sleeping daughter. She smiled and kissed her little gluttonous cat - the girl is getting older, and only when she is asleep will people kiss her!

When Fuya woke up, the family of five put the return gift given by the Zhao family into the yard, and left in an ox cart as if they were fleeing. The Zhao family is not wealthy, and the bag of japonica rice and a dozen eggs are the only ones in the family who can get their hands on them. They came here this time to deliver things, not to come to the door to fight the autumn breeze. You can't ask for these things!

In the afternoon, Zhao took Huang Qiuling up the mountain, and in a hidden mountain col, he found two pine towers. Zhao asked Huang Qiuling to quietly call her son and came back with two baskets of pine nuts.

The pine nuts were full of grains and sold for a good price in the town. The money was exchanged for rice and smuggled home, where it was stored in the cellar. The Su family finally doesn't have to worry about not surviving the long winter!

Good luck one after another, the next day Su Xiyuan found a piece of wild wheat in a deserted mountain col, although most of it is grain, in the disaster year when even rice bran and grass roots are eaten, it is considered the best food. Even if people don't eat it, they can feed chickens and pigeons!

When Song Laosi's family returned to Houshan Village, it was already getting dark. At dinner, Sister-in-law Su and the third daughter-in-law were not very good-looking. Mrs. Wu knew the urine of these two daughters-in-law's mother's family, and she was very unhappy: in the future, if there is a lot of food at home to feed the dogs, it will not be cheap for these two insatiable in-laws!

The third daughter-in-law is bitter! She went back to her parents' house this time, and originally went with the intention of "returning to her hometown", but who knew that her mother was hiding food quickly, complaining about the lack of food, and scolding the third daughter-in-law for not knowing how to pull more to her mother's house.

When she returned to her parents' home this time, she met several foreign daughters-in-law at the entrance of the village who were also returning to her parents' home. I feel wronged, and the baby doesn't say it......

She also wants to send more food to her mother's house, but the food at home is controlled by her mother-in-law, and she has to be scolded for cooking and putting more food on weekdays, let alone pulling it to her mother's house! She was dissatisfied, but she could only hold back, because she knew her mother-in-law's combat effectiveness - she had never lost a fight in the village. If I mention that my mother's family wants food, my mother-in-law can call the door!

Aggrieved and aggrieved looked up at the mother-in-law who was holding Fuya and smiling like a flower. In front of Fuya, she is a loving and kind grandmother. Eccentricity! What's the use of a money-losing product, no matter how well it is raised? It's not someone else's in the future?

At night, Mrs. Wu carried Fuya into her room as usual. Holding her granddaughter's chubby little hand, she smiled and said, "Fu Yaya, do you want milk?" I haven't seen you for a day, and my milk misses you! ”

Fu Ya kicked her little short legs, grabbed Mrs. Wu's hand, her big watery eyes, her smile bent into a small crescent, and her small mouth opened to reveal two rice teeth: I think about it! I miss milk, I miss home! There is no "saliva baby" at home who always wants to come over to provoke her.

It's not that Song Ziran doesn't like children, but she doesn't like dirty little babies! The youngest of the brothers is more than four years old, but they are cleaned up. Every time she came in to play with her, she was ordered by Mrs. Wu to wash her hands and face, and they were strictly forbidden to touch anything other than her little hands.

The hateful saliva baby in my uncle's house, the front of her clothes was covered with wet saliva, but she always grabbed her hair, and always wanted to hold her face and bite it. Sick of it!

It's better to be at home! Fu Ya spread out her limbs and lay down on the hot kang relaxedly, with two words written on her round little face - enjoy!

Mrs. Wu scalded the bowl with boiling water, washed half a bowl of milk powder for her, fed it into her mouth spoonful by spoonful, and said with a little worry in her mouth: "This can of powder is almost finished, why don't the gods send it yet?" ”

In the past, this can was not drunk, and another can has been delivered. Mrs. Wu was a little worried that the fairy was busy and forgot, and her granddaughter was starving.

Fu Ya looked at the half-empty shelves - no, this is the last can of milk powder! Fortunately, she has been eating a little bit of rice noodles, egg yolks, and gnocchi for almost seven months, and she has been eating them as supplementary food recently, and she has not found any discomfort in her stomach at present. Soon, she will be out of the ranks of "milk babies"!

However, after the milk powder was cut off, although Mrs. Wu kept trying to get her food, she still watched her lose weight. Song Ziran doesn't care, as long as the body is not sick or sick, it doesn't hurt to lose weight. After all, in the disaster year when everyone was thin, she ate white and fat, which was really eye-catching!

Soon, it was time to harvest the potatoes. Fu Ya was dressed in a thick and soft new cotton coat and was taken to the ground as a mascot. In the words of her fifth brother, it is to be the "treasure of Zhentian"! also said that with her, a little lucky star, she can collect a few catties of potatoes!

Fu Ya sat on the straw mat, wrapped in a small red cloak made by the godmother, sitting quietly like a Fu doll, and was very dissatisfied with the words of the fifth brother in her heart: potatoes have already grown in the ground, and the yield has long been qualitative, whether she is the same or not!

She quietly watched the family busy in the fields, and her heart drifted through - digging and digging in the big vegetable field, planting small potato sprouts, and harvesting a lot of potatoes!

This children's rhyme, like a magic sound, is just a single sentence loop in her head. Damn, it's too demonic and too brainwashing!

Suddenly, she was pushed forward by the momentum of her back, and almost fell into the mud. Who? Actually engaged in a sneak attack? Don't talk about martial arts!!

Song Ziran propped his little hands on the ground, and after mastering his balance, he turned his head angrily, thinking in his heart: That stinky boy is playing a prank, and he must let his brothers beat him to the point of peach blossoms!!

At this glance, she was stunned - behind her, a brown and yellow lamb was bowing its head and stepping on its front hooves, launching a second attack on her.

The lamb was so small that it must have just been born, and the force on her shoulder was almost like tickling. Song Ziran touched the little guy's soft hair, it didn't dodge, and tilted its little head to look at her with big wet eyes.

Song Ziran picked up a weed from the side and sent it to the little wild sheep's mouth. The little guy was not a picky eater, and after eating the weeds, he licked the back of her hand.

At this time, a female wild sheep appeared behind the lamb. The oily and slippery fur, the strong and powerful limbs, the crooked horns, and the eyes that looked at Fu Ya were gentle and gentle.

Belch...... Song Ziran felt that the ewe's gaze at her was no different from looking at the lamb. No way? The she-wild sheep won't treat her like her own child, will she? Although she really needs a lactating ewe to be the "nurse", they are not the same breed in terms of race, right?

However, if your son hits me, you stay and sell yourself...... Sell milk compensation, right? Ahem, we're really not touching porcelain, we're internal injuries, the kind that can't get better if we don't drink milk!