(Girls' Literature) "Meet well-wishers who are just in need. The elder brother said, "I won't hide it from you, the buyer is Mr. Jiang, who has moved to the town for less than two years, and we went to his house with my mother last time, remember?"

Cheng Lingxi had the impression that she had eaten the candy given by Master Jiang and the delicious snacks of the Jiang family, but she didn't remember what Master Jiang looked like, and why her mother went to Jiang's house, after all, the attention of the idiot was very limited.

"Remember, his dim sum was delicious. Cheng Lingxi returned to his brother.

"Yes, you weren't awake at that time, and you only knew how to eat and play every day. The elder brother felt happy when he saw his sister who was no longer stupid, and did not forget to remind her, "Master Jiang is willing to buy medicinal herbs, which is a kindness to us, and my sister must keep his kindness in her heart and repay it when she has the opportunity." ”

Cheng Lingxi nodded yes.

With the remaining light before the night came, she looked at her brother's thin face and pointed chin, and remembered her mother's thin and small figure, and was even more dissatisfied with Liu Dachou, who was busy eating, drinking, sleeping and playing bragging every day, not working or doing things, and raising a big belly.

Such a pig, keeping it is a waste of food, it is to find yourself unhappy, the sooner you slaughter it, the sooner you save worry.

But my mother and brother may not agree, so I have to raise my pillow and think slowly.

The night is over.

Cheng Lingxi got up early and went into the kitchen to help her mother, and her brother also sat in front of the stove to cook porridge and share the burden.

"Mother, can you tell us about your past?" Cheng Lingxi chose the green vegetables, looked at the mother who cut dried bamboo shoots with clear eyes, and took the initiative to provoke the topic, "You didn't give me and my brother serious names, and you didn't tell me and my brother your name, why is this?"

I went to bed early last night, and Cheng Lingxi also thought about it for a long time.

When she was still a fool, she often heard the village people chattering, they said that Liu Dachou was the most despised rotten person in ten miles and eight townships, and he was still a bachelor when he lived to be in his forties.

Then, seven months later, her mother gave birth to her brother.

People say that Liu Dachou likes to be a father, and Liu Dachou's temper has gradually deteriorated, even if her mother is pregnant for the second time after four years, there is no sign of improvement, until today, he completely treats their mother as a slave to kill at will, and there is no trace of family affection in his heart.

is also a mother-born baby, Cheng Lingxi is not curious about who his brother's father is.

But she wanted to know why her mother and Liu Dachou had been married for 12 years? Why did her mother never mention her family and past? Why did no one know her name?

When the mother heard Cheng Lingxi's inquiry, she almost didn't hurt her finger with a kitchen knife, and frowned unhappily: "I won't hide what I can tell you." The implication is that she can't say that no matter how she asks, she won't answer.

Cheng Lingxi also frowned, and said euphemistically: "What you think is a good decision for us may not be a choice that is really beneficial to us. Mother, I am seven years old this year, my brother is twelve, you can reveal a little bit about us, not too much. After all, we just want to know you better, and we don't have any idea of doing things behind your back, and we don't have the ability to do it. ”

The younger sister opened her mouth first, and the elder brother immediately agreed, and the two siblings looked the same, full of admiration and expectation.

The mother didn't want to look at them, lowered her head to cut the bamboo shoots, but the mood was no longer calm, the bamboo shoots that were originally the same size and shape were now cut big and small, short and long, messy, if Liu Dachou saw it, he would be beaten and scolded again.

Half a salary, the mother put down the kitchen knife, cleaned her hands to fry the vegetables, and the fried vegetables were put hot on the plate, Fang looked at the brothers and sisters who fought against him in silence, and replied: "The mother's family is surnamed Shengdefeng, you ...... It should also be surnamed Feng, but there is no family surnamed Feng in Jumu County, and there is no one in this village. My name is Feng Xin'er, I originally wanted to name you, Lingyin is called Lingyin, and Jingzhi is called Jingzhi, but I can't, this will bring you death. ”

The surname of Shengde Feng and the disaster of killing are all amazing information.

Unexpectedly, the truth was so shocking, Cheng Lingxi and Feng Jingzhi couldn't help but look at each other.

Feng Xin'er said lightly: "Don't be stupid, come over and drink porridge, and go to the fields for spring ploughing in a while." Nan Nan is not well from her injury, she sits on the ridge of the field and watches, she can do what she can, and I will not force you to go to the field. ”

The family's land was rented, and a third of the annual harvest had to be given to the landlord, and additional taxes had to be paid, and the final harvest was less than one-third of the total amount of grain crops.

If it weren't for the improvement of cereal seeds, the yield per mu would be higher than before, and the whole family would have starved to death.

Cheng Lingxi, who was not allowed to work, looked at his mother and brother who were planting rice in the paddy field, touched his hands and feet, and said in his heart: "This standard of living is comparable to the level of starvation, growing meat, growing tall, supplementing nutrition, etc., you don't have to think about it." ”

It's useless to think about it.

Liu Dachou took money and grain seriously, except for the green vegetables, the daily food was grown in the ground, and the rice, beans, dried bamboo shoots, etc. were all taken out of the cabinet by him after the lock, and he ate it first when the meal was opened, and the rest of the food was not enough for Cheng Lingxi, Feng Xin'er, and Feng Jingzhi to taste it.

Did someone threaten Feng Xin'er with her and Feng Jingzhi's safety, so Feng Xin'er would pay so hard?

Cheng Lingxi looked away at the busy villagers in the fields, and guessed in his heart which of them would be the hidden stalker.

After more than ten days, the spring ploughing ended.

Cheng Lingxi's injuries are basically healed, and Feng Jingzhi can also remove the planks on his injured arm and do some light work.

On this day, Feng Xin'er had something to tell the brothers and sisters: "The family has no money and no food, you go up to the mountain tomorrow to pick some herbs and sell them in the town, or find something to eat, I only ask that you can get home in time for dark, don't go back too early." ”

Cheng Lingxi was confused, could something happen tomorrow?

Before going to sleep, Feng Jingzhi, who slept in the firewood room with Cheng Lingxi, said: "Tomorrow is the annual day of praying for the gods, and the town will send someone to check your qualifications, your age is enough." ”

There was an overdose of proper nouns, and Cheng Lingxi said he didn't understand.

Feng Jingzhi said: "When I was seven years old, my mother asked me to avoid it, and I will avoid it every year after that. ”

Cheng Lingxi asked him: "What qualifications are you testing?" We have to avoid it, because the one my mother said?"

There is no second explanation for "that" other than the so-called murder.

Feng Jingzhi didn't know very well, and said: "About yes, but I want to practice martial arts, I want to strengthen my strength, protecting you and my mother is one thing, and seeing a broader and lofty world is the other." ”

Cheng Lingxi guessed that the martial arts in her brother's mouth should be internal strength or something, and when she was a fool, she often listened to others talk about martial arts practice, and her envious and respectful tone was very similar to the ordinary people of ancient China talking about reading and the imperial examination, but her circle of contact was too narrow, and her understanding of martial arts was pitiful.

At this point, Cheng Lingxi already had a vague feeling that this world was probably not the earth she was familiar with.

Although the background here is similar to the Great Chu Empire of the ancient Chinese feudal dynasty, the productivity of the village is equivalent to that of China in the fifties and sixties of the twentieth century.