Li Zhengzhi handed the child in his arms to the village chief, went home, brought his wife out, pointed at the two children and introduced them to her.
The village chief and his wife were holding the children and facing Mrs. Zhang. Mrs. Zhang looked at the two children in front of her curiously, and pulled them to stand at attention, saying something to them.
Looking at her expression, Meng Zhiyu guessed that she was probably asking who the two children were.
Mrs. Zhang became crazy because her child was lost. Now that the child is back, she doesn't recognize them.
The crowd was noisy and the two children started crying in fear. The village chief asked his son to send the ox cart back safely. He and his wife, each holding a child, were invited to Li Zhengzhi's home.
Some villagers also followed him into the Li family's gate. Meng Zhiyu was satisfied after seeing the child, and happened to go to Zhou's house to check on Zhou's father.
The weather was a bit cloudy today, and there was wind. Meng Zhiyu was dressed warmly and had a low ponytail on her head. The hair scattered on both sides of her cheeks was blown by the wind and kept sweeping across her face.
"I heard that your birthday is the day after tomorrow?" Zhou Songbai walked beside Meng Zhiyu, glancing at the naughty hair by her ear and her somewhat impatient expression, and thought she was cute.
Meng Zhiyu was stunned. She counted the days on her fingers and it was indeed the day. She couldn't help but feel surprised that even she, the original owner, had forgotten about it. "How did you know?"
Zhou Songbai noticed Meng Zhiyu's daze and guessed that she might not have remembered it herself. In fact, it seemed like a coincidence that he knew it.
A few days ago, he went hunting in the back mountain and met Zhang Yang and Mu Ziwei who were in the yard before. He got a big deer leg from somewhere and roasted it on the pile of deer.
They were not familiar with each other, and the people there were grilling meat. It was almost cooked, so he went over and felt like eating it.
Just as he was about to leave quietly, he heard Mu Ziwei say, "Sister Zhiyu's birthday is coming up in a few days. What do you think I should give her?"
Zhang Yang used a wooden stick to poke the fire from time to time, thinking for a while, "I don't know. I don't have a sister, and I've never given a girl a gift."
Besides him, there is only one older bachelor in the family.
"When is Meng Zhiqing's birthday?" They were friends, and since he knew she was going to have a birthday, he had to show some appreciation.
"Not counting today, count from the next seven days."
In fact, they were not very close, and Mu Ziwei's voice was not loud, but he just kept these words in mind.
He thought about the words in his mind. He couldn't say that he accidentally overheard it. "I met Mu Zhiqing and Zhang Zhiqing from your courtyard in the mountains. I heard them talking when I passed by."
"Is that so?" Meng Zhiyu nodded thoughtfully. Zhang Zhiqing probably didn't know her date of birth, but Mu Ziwei did. One time when they were bored, they talked about their ages and childishly compared who was the oldest.
Regardless of whether Meng Zhiyu wants to or not, the current environment does not allow for any birthday parties, and the conditions do not allow it. At most, the family will cook an egg for him and he will eat a bowl of noodles.
Meng Zhiyu planned to make a small cake by herself and share it with her friends.
Zhou Songbai was thinking about a problem that had been bothering him for the past few days. What should he give as a gift?
Arriving at Zhou's house, Zhou's father was polishing a wooden product in the yard. When he saw the two of them, he ignored his big third son and waved to Meng Zhiyu with a smile, "Zhiyu, you're here. Come and sit down."
"Uncle Zhou, how have you been feeling these past two days?"
"It's good. I feel much more relaxed."
Meng Zhiyu asked a few more questions, then took his pulse, and made sure that everything was moving in the right direction, so he felt relieved.
Father Zhou continued polishing the wood. "Yesterday when I was cooking, I threw two small sweet potatoes into the fire. I didn't expect them to be quite tasty. I just threw a few bigger ones into the earthen stove. You can try them later."
Meng Zhiyu thought there was nothing to do when he returned, so he agreed and sat there watching Zhou's father busy himself.
"Drink some hot water." Zhou Songbai came over with a bowl of brown sugar water and put it on the table.
"Thank you, Brother Zhou San." Meng Zhiyu looked at the color of the water and knew that enough brown sugar was added. Other people might be very happy, but she didn't like to eat too sweet things.
"Brother Zhou San, please take another bowl and Uncle Zhou and I will share half." This is easier to accept.
Zhou Songbai had no objection. He glanced at his smiling father and turned to go to the kitchen to get a bowl.
Father Zhou took the opportunity to ask, "Do you think this water is too sweet?"
Meng Zhiyu was a little embarrassed, "How did you know?"
Hearing the sound of bowls colliding in the kitchen, Zhou's father spoke faster and said, "Your Aunt Zhou is the same. She also likes to put a lot of sugar in the water when she pours it for me. They are very similar in this respect."
Father Zhou's voice was tinged with laughter. Meng Zhiyu didn't know if he was overthinking it or not. He felt that Father Zhou's words were a double entendre, and his ears couldn't help but turn red.
Zhou Songbai poured the brown sugar water carefully. Zhou's father felt disgusted and worried. He disliked his son for being dull and not knowing how to pursue girls. One of the most important rules was to find out what the girl he liked liked to eat.
He was worried about whether his stupid third son could be liked by the pretty and capable Zhiyu girl, who was from the city.
Zhou Songbai didn't know about his father's complicated emotions. He had no experience but knew how to observe, so he didn't rush to get a bowl from the kitchen and also brought a kettle.
After dividing the brown sugar water in half, he added some boiled water to Meng Zhiyu's bowl.
Seeing this, Zhou's father felt that he could add one point.
"Thank you, Brother Zhou San." Meng Zhiyu touched the bowl of noodles. It was warm, just the right temperature to eat. He was a little surprised by Zhou Songbai's meticulousness.
After drinking a generous bowl of brown sugar water at Zhou's house, and eating two roasted sweet potatoes and some boiled peanuts with Zhou's father Zhou Songbai, Meng Zhiyu felt that she didn't need to make lunch today.
When she returned to the educated youth's yard, Li Tingman and the others were also eating boiled peanuts in the yard. When they saw her come back, they asked, "Where have you been? We looked everywhere and couldn't find you."
"I went to Zhou's house." Although I had almost finished eating, I couldn't help but grab a handful of peanuts when I saw how much they were eating.
Li Qingqing sighed, "What should I do if I want to eat Zhiyu's fried chestnuts?"
Li Tingman and Mu Ziwei also said that they had thought about it, but "what's the point of thinking about it? There are no chestnuts on the mountain at this time."
Meng Zhiyu said that even a good cook cannot cook without rice. Although he secretly put a small box of roasted chestnuts in his space, it was only enough for him to eat for one or two months.
Mu Ziwei touched his chin and said, "Hey, do you think there will be chestnuts in that place?"
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