Chapter 29 A thank-you gift for Nuobao
Two days passed in a flash, and Daliu Village returned to peace. The villagers worked from sunrise to sunset as usual.
And the fact that little Nuobao was the lucky star recognized by the ancestors was quietly confirmed in the hearts of the people.
In the evening, Feng took her daughter to stroll in the fields and met several villagers who looked at them with red eyes.
Feng thought that everyone had some eye disease and was afraid that it would be contagious, so she took her daughter home first.
When Jiang Fengnian came back from the mountain, he couldn't help laughing when he heard his mother say, "Mom, the villagers really regard my sister as an ancestor. When they see their own ancestors, they want to cry, how can their eyes not be red!"
Feng didn't expect it to be like this.
She looked at the young lady who was sticking out her butt on the kang and smelling her feet, and felt she didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
After a long time, in order to express their gratitude to Xiao Nuobao, the villagers began to send gifts to the Jiang family one after another.
They were all farmers, not good at expressing themselves, and didn't know what to say in person, so they just came secretly to send gifts.
Early in the morning of this day, Jiang Fengnian was about to go to the toilet with his loose trousers.
Just as he was about to relieve himself, he heard a sudden thump in the yard, which scared Jiang Fengnian so much that he almost peed on his trouser legs.
When he ran out to take a look, he saw a basket in the middle of the yard.
There was half a bag of maltose for children and a dozen sweet potatoes scattered next to it, which looked like they had just been thrown in from outside the wall.
Jiang Fengnian opened the door and ran out, but the person had already disappeared.
He had no choice but to pick up the things and bring them into the house: "I don't know who sent them again, and they were afraid that we wouldn't accept them, so they ran away faster than mice."
Sun Chunxue was no longer surprised.
She yawned and said, "Look at this sweet potato, it has red flesh. I guess it was sent by Mrs. Liu from the east end of the village. Our village grows yellow-fleshed sweet potatoes, but hers is different."
But if they were to send more, they should send more that she could eat.
As for the maltose, it was obviously something for children. Sun Chunxue waved her hands in dissatisfaction, thinking that these people were just wasting time.
At this time, Li Qiqiao added some firewood to the stove, and she smiled.
"The villagers are all kind-hearted. They want to thank our Nuobao, but they are too embarrassed to say it to her face. When my mother opened the door yesterday morning, she saw someone put a bowl of fried peanuts on the wall. They were fried and coated with sugar. They were fragrant and crispy. The children loved them. My sister-in-law ate half a bowl herself."
Feng Miao also ran into the house with her sleeves swung and laughed.
"Of course, when I got up last night, I picked up two pairs of palm-sized cotton socks at the door. They were also specially for our sister!"
When Jiang Fengnian and others thought that Nuobao was now the darling of the whole village, they couldn't help but feel happy. They even wanted to have two more bowls of rice!
Only Sun Chunxue didn't feel anything.
What's the point of pampering? What's the point of giving is worthless things. It's of no use.
Hearing the sound, Feng also came out from the inner room.
She took the maltose from the basket, picked out a few sweet potatoes, washed them to remove the mud, and asked Sun Chunxue to steam them for her to eat. She gave the rest to Jiang Fengnian to put in the cellar.
"The villagers in our village are all kind-hearted, and Nuobao did not help the wrong people. These are all gifts from everyone. Eat what you can, and store the rest." Feng smiled, wiped her hands, and went back to the inner room to see the young lady.
A pot of millet porridge thick enough to hang on the spoon, a few salted duck eggs, a plate of potato shreds and egg pancakes, the leftover pork head from last night, and a few steamed sweet potatoes were the morning meals for the Jiang family.
The adults had their meals early and went about their business.
Jiang Fengnian and Jiang Fenghu both went up the mountain. Mrs. Feng took out some newly bought fabrics and sat on the kang with her daughter-in-law to sew clothes.
When Xiao Nuobao woke up and crawled out of the quilt, it was already noon.
Mrs. Feng took a piece of maltose and stuffed it into her little mouth, then carried her to the cellar: "My dear, look, these are all thank-you gifts from the villagers."
Although the villagers didn't have any valuables, they could give out a jar of salted duck eggs or two packs of hawthorn sticks, which were made at home, and it was also a token of their thoughts.
Xiao Nuobao giggled.
She slurped the maltose with saliva dripping from her mouth, and her heart was sweet. She was more generous when throwing tributes to the mountain.
In order to save his brothers some effort, Xiao Nuobao had already "fed" a lot of food to the mountain, and now he deliberately added a lot more, so that other villagers would naturally pick up some.
Originally, the mountain of Daliu Village was barren and barren, with no wild game except some wild vegetables and mushrooms.
Now that there is suddenly something, everyone did not suspect anything, just thinking that it was another blessing from the ancestors, with only awe and joy in their hearts.
Seeing that the villagers here are quite simple, Xiao Nuobao is in a good mood, and does not mind being "tributed" by others.
After all, living in a famine, eating alone is a terrible thing. If
a family eats alone for a long time, one day, they will be "eaten" by others.
The brothers' baskets of food brought home will definitely be conspicuous after a long time, so it is better to let others pick up the leftovers, which is a kind of protection for their own family.
With the blessing of Xiao Nuobao, the life of Daliu Village has improved, and the villagers' wrinkled faces have gradually opened up smiles.
Jiang Fengnian and his four brothers are even more diligent. Every day, at least two of them go to the mountains to work.
When Fengjing's private school opened, this job was taken up by Fengnian and Fenghu. Fengmiao occasionally went to join in the fun, but he was not the main force.
Fengshi and the two daughters-in-law also wanted to help.
But Jiang Fengnian thought it was hard to go up the mountain, and there were snakes, insects, rats and ants everywhere, so he didn't want them to suffer this hardship.
Even if Sun Chunxue insisted on following him sometimes, he would just shake his head with a stern face: "If you run into a wild boar or something, what will you do if you get hurt? It's not like we are without men. You just stay at home and accompany mother and sister."
Seeing that his brothers all have their responsibilities, Xiao Nuobao just feels warm in his heart.
Although such a family is not rich, it is a hundred times better than the Shen family, which has money but dirty things inside!
However, when the mountains and forests are full, some people are happy and some are sad.
Seeing that the villagers can pick fruits and catch wild rabbits from time to time, the third house always returns with a full load.
Mrs. Zhao from the first house was so jealous that her teeth were about to fall out.
Why did she go there several times but didn't encounter anything?
On this day, seeing Jiang Fenghu hanging an axe on his waist, talking and laughing with Jiang Fengnian, and going up the mountain again.
Zhao's eyes lit up, thinking that she could follow behind and pick up some leftovers, she didn't care about taking anything, and hurried to catch up with them.
"These two brothers are busy hunting every day, and they get so many things. The whole family can't eat them all even if they die. Why don't they send some to his uncle and aunt? They are really worthy of being raised by a widow, without any personal touch." Zhao was tired and couldn't help but mutter with a pout.
Jiang Fenghu had good hearing and heard someone mumbling behind him.
He and his elder brother smiled at each other, said nothing, and turned together tacitly.
When Zhao lowered her head to climb the slope, she looked up again and found that the people were gone.
She was not familiar with this mountain road either.
Of course, she couldn't catch up with Jiang Fengnian and the others for a while.
Zhao was so angry that she gritted her teeth and said, "You two damn kids, why are you walking so fast? Are you in a hurry to go to the funeral?"
She was about to scold him again, but at this moment, a peach wood sword suddenly fell from the sky and stabbed into her instep, making a big hole!
"Oh my God, what is this thing? It stabbed me to death!" Zhao shuddered with fear.
When Zhao pulled out the bloody peach wood sword and hurriedly ran home, she didn't expect the wound to hurt so much.
She didn't use enough strength on her foot, stepped on empty air, and fell down the mountain.
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