As Qian Manman opened the pot lid, a fragrant aroma of meat wafted out, and Wei Xiaomin drooled in the old man's arms.
The small kang table was already too small for the four female educated youths to sit on, and not wanting to disturb Sister Wang's wonderful day, they voluntarily ate their meal in front of the stove.
At the small kang table, the old man kept putting food on his two granddaughters' plates, while Wei Mo sat in Grandma Yu's lap, being fed by her.
"Godmother, don't spoil him like this, you should eat too."
Wang Zhenhua couldn't stand Wei Mo's behavior anymore; he was five years old and still needed to be fed! Wei Mo made a face at his mother, but she didn't understand—this was the best way to build a relationship.
"Haha, it's alright, it's alright, daughter, you eat. You have no idea how long I've been thinking about this day. Come on, my dear grandson, open your mouth."
Grandma Yu ignored her completely, picked up the already torn rabbit meat, and put it into Wei Mo's little mouth.
Wei Mo picked up a large piece of rabbit meat from the side and put it into Grandma Yu's mouth.
"Grandma, you should eat too!"
Grandma Yu's eyes reddened as she looked at the rabbit meat in front of her. She took the rabbit meat that Wei Mo handed her, ate it, and looked at her eldest grandson sitting in her arms. She couldn't express how much she liked it.
"It smells so good! The rabbit meat my eldest grandson makes for his grandma is the best."
The two sisters, Wei Xiaomin and Wei Xiaohui, followed their brother's example and stuffed rabbit meat into the old village chief's mouth. The old man looked at the two sisters with eyes full of doting affection.
"My two granddaughters' rabbit meat is the most delicious!"
The family looked at each other and burst out laughing.
After dinner, the elderly couple reluctantly left Wei Mo's house, feeling a pang of heartache at the thought of not seeing their grandchildren all night.
"Old man, don't do anything tomorrow. Go and keep an eye on the house for your daughter. I don't want to not see my eldest grandson every day!"
The old village chief wholeheartedly agreed with the old woman's words and nodded in agreement.
After the old village chief left, Yu Juan inquired about Wang Zhenhua's adoption of a godparent, only to learn that Wang Zhenhua had fled famine to this place, and she couldn't help but feel sorry for her.
"Everything will be alright, Sister Wang. Our future will be better and better."
Yu Juan comforted Wang Zhenhua from her makeshift bed on the floor. The group's relationship was growing closer, and Wang Zhenhua's relationship with his sisters was also improving.
Wei Mo sneaked into Li Xiuxiu's arms. Li Xiuxiu looked at the little kid in her arms and was speechless. Sometimes the child was smarter than adults, and other times he was a good little boy.
Wei Mo released his mouth, raised his head and met Li Xiuxiu's eyes. Wei Mo felt inexplicably guilty.
"Aunt Xiuxiu, shall we continue up the mountain tomorrow? Otherwise, I'm worried that the prey in our trap will be stolen."
Li Xiuxiu thought about it and nodded. Seeing the little kid in front of her trying to get closer again, she pushed his head away.
"Alright, go to bed early!"
Wei Mo thought to herself that she had been too talkative, letting the big steamed bun that was almost in her mouth slip away, but her little hand still stayed there.
The next morning, Wei Mo was woken up by several female fans of BL (Boys' Love). The one-year-old was wearing open-crotch pants, and urine could get all over his face! Little Wei Mo was also a little swollen from being bounced around by the girls. After opening his eyes and looking around, Wei Mo covered his crotch.
Li Xiuxiu was bad enough, but now everyone else is ganging up on me and bullying me too! Is there no justice in this world?
Why let Li Xiuxiu off the hook? It's because he can't beat her. Wei Mo gritted his teeth, thinking that he would give her a good spanking sooner or later.
After breakfast, Wei Xiaomin looked pitifully at her younger brother. Recently, her brother hadn't taken her with him when he went to play in the mountains. Wei Xiaohui, on the other hand, was different. She had discovered that she liked weaving these things, and after breakfast, she consciously went to weave a fish basket.
"Sis, wait for me at home, we're going out to catch frogs in a bit!"
Wei Xiaomin was very happy. Making frogs was more fun than weaving fish baskets. She skipped and hopped to help her older sister weave fish baskets first, and then she would make frogs when her younger brother came back!
Still somewhat worried about Li Xiuxiu and Wei Mo's safety, Wei's mother gritted her teeth, took out Wei Mo's cheap father's Type 38 rifle from the cabinet, handed it to Li Xiuxiu, and asked.
Do you know how to use it?
Li Xiuxiu nodded. You see, nowadays everyone is a soldier, and almost every household has a Type 38 rifle.
Li Xiuxiu took off her outer coat, wrapped it around the top of her Type 38 rifle, put it in her backpack, picked up Wei Mo with one hand, and walked towards the foot of the mountain.
"Aunt Xiuxiu, look! A pheasant."
There was a pheasant flapping its wings in front of them, its head caught in a snare set up by Wei Mo. Li Xiuxiu stepped forward and pressed the pheasant down.
Since the baby was still alive, Wei Mo took it in his hand and pulled out a bundle of hemp rope from his pocket, handing it to Li Xiuxiu.
"Aunt Xiuxiu, tie up its wings and claws, we'll take it back alive!"
Li Xiuxiu readily agreed to Wei Mo's suggestion, since they had quite a few game animals at home now, and raising them would be a good idea for future consumption.
They continued forward until they discovered the last trap, and the two made a considerable profit.
Two live pheasants,
Three rabbits were crushed to death.
The harvest was not bad, but the only thing that Wei Mo found regrettable was that there were obvious signs of movement of the robe near the cover, but it was not put on!
However, these gains were enough. Li Xiuxiu put all the prey into her basket, covered it with pig feed, picked up Yu Mo, and hurried home.
Early in the morning, the old village chief went to Wei Mo's new house to supervise the construction. The main structure is now complete, and they are laying the thatched roof. It is almost finished. The old man really can't understand why a brick house would have a thatched roof.
I asked Wang Zhenhua yesterday, but he hesitated and didn't answer. The old man thought he was short of money and was about to use his savings accumulated over the years, but Wang Zhenhua refused.
"Godfather, we still have money, no need, really no need. We don't want to be too conspicuous. In a few days, I'm planning to plaster a layer of mud on the brick wall."
Upon hearing Wang Zhenhua's words, the old village chief nodded in agreement. He had just fought against landlords a few years ago, so it was better to be a little cunning and avoid being reported by those wicked people, otherwise he would be finished. He had to be careful in everything he did.
Seeing that the three kang beds had been set up, the old man began to transport firewood over here. He was just waiting for the roof to be finished before he could start heating the kang beds for his daughter's house!
As noon approached, seeing that there was still a little work left, the villagers wanted to slack off, but the old man scolded them severely.
"You bunch of slackers, trying to cheat and cheat all day long! I think you don't want any work points anymore. If you don't finish by noon today, you can forget about getting even half a day's work points! You bunch of bastards, all you want to do is take advantage of the public!"
The old man's words made sense, so the able-bodied men in the village had no choice but to obediently and quickly complete the task.
After everyone else in the village left, the old village chief called his wife over. Grandma Yu was in charge of heating the kang (a traditional heated bed), while the old village chief was in charge of checking where the smoke was coming from and then blocking it with mud!
Because the pot hadn't been moved over yet, the old man blocked the connection between the pot and the kang (heated brick bed) with bricks!
The house isn't big, but the kang (heated brick bed) takes up most of the space.
After entering, there is a kitchen, and then each of the three rooms has two rooms. Three of the rooms have kang (heated brick beds), and the other room is used as a storage room.
Wang Zhenhua's plans were also disrupted; the room originally intended for Wei Mo was now being planned for the two elderly people.
As for where Wei Mo will stay? Let him choose for himself!
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