Geng Feng
Geng Zhenlan and Tang Xiaomei were like two stones in a pit, smelly and hard, unable to tolerate any oil or salt, and unable to tell the difference between the two.
Seeing them like this, Geng Zhenhai stopped talking nonsense with them.
Ye Meizi's face was as cold as ice:
"Geng Zhenlan, we have finished our meal and it is not yet dark, you can go back.
The three of you are living in our house, and we can’t afford to support you. Each person only gets six kilograms of cornmeal per month, and there is nothing left for you to eat.”
People no longer treat them as human beings, and they really can't stay here any longer.
Geng Zhenlan stood up, with a very tough attitude:
"Xiao Mei, since you have slept in the same bed with Geng Feng, you belong to Geng Feng. You cannot go back to Dahe Village. You can only stay here with Geng Feng.
Your father and I will go back first and come back to see you in a few days. You don't have to worry about home, just respect your second aunt here, and you and your mother-in-law will get along well in the future."
Ye Meizi said "Pooh" and got up and went out.
Geng Zhenhai and Geng Feng also went to the yard. One picked up an axe to chop wood, and the other carried a bucket to the well.
No one paid any attention to them.
Geng Zhenlan leaned close to Tang Xiaomei's ear and said in a very low voice:
"No matter what they say, you must stay calm. If they say something light, you should keep your head down and say nothing. If they say something serious, you should cry loudly, complain as you cry, and cry in the yard. I don't believe that their family is not afraid of losing face.
Don't worry, they won't dare to hit you."
Tang Xiaomei nodded: "Mom, I have remembered what you said, you can go back now."
Geng Zhenlan and Tang Laoer went back to their home in Dahe Village.
Tang Xiaomei sat on the edge of the kang with her head down. If you didn't know her, you would think she was a poor little woman who had suffered a lot of grievances.
Geng Feng carried several buckets of water. After putting down the buckets, Tang Xiaomei heard Geng Feng hammering at the door of the west room with an axe.
She understood that Geng Feng was nailing the door hook and sleeping at night to prevent her from coming in, just like he did last night.
Tang Xiaomei's face was as red as a burnt corn cob. It stayed red for a long time before gradually recovering.
Night falls.
Geng Zhenhai and Geng Feng live in the west room, and Ye Meizi and Tang Xiaomei live in the east room.
Ye Meizi threw a set of old bedding to Tang Xiaomei without saying a word.
Tang Xiaomei smiled, spread the mattress at the end of the kang, and lay down under the quilt.
Since last year, the house has been empty. After they moved back, they only cooked corn porridge at night.
The fire was too little and the kang wasn't hot at all.
Ye Meizi's head was tucked into the quilt, and Tang Xiaomei did the same, lying on the kang and shivering.
But she did not regret it. Not to mention that she had liked Geng Feng since she was a child, out of the one hundred acres of land, fifty acres belonged to Geng Feng.
It is estimated that there are at least a few hundred taels of silver. Even though Geng Feng and his mother say they don’t want it and give it all to Qin Nian, that’s nonsense.
Once they accept her, they will have to ask Qin Nian for it.
As long as you can get through this difficult period, the road ahead will be smooth.
Later, she married Geng Feng. She had a pretty face, smooth skin and a slender waist. She didn't believe Geng Feng could control her.
As long as physical intimacy happens once, Geng Feng will be completely conquered.
What does it mean to like someone? Holding a soft jade and warm fragrance in your arms is enough to surpass any like.
Enjoyment is the greatest pleasure.
Tang Xiaomei curled up in the quilt and fell asleep with a smile on her face.
The next day, when Ye Meizi got up, Tang Xiaomei also got up quickly.
He folded his own quilt and wanted to help Ye Meizi fold her quilt.
Ye Meizi said coldly: "I don't need you."
Ye Meizi didn't even fold it, she just rolled up the bedding and put it against the wall.
She went down to the field, washed her hands, and made breakfast.
Tang Xiaomei tried to squat down and help her light the fire, but was rejected. Breakfast was even thinner corn paste.
There was no table set up, and Geng Feng took the bowl and went back to his room to drink, not even refusing to look at Tang Xiaomei.
After finishing a simple breakfast, Geng Feng took the things he needed and left with his bow and arrow on his back.
He has been working every day these days and hasn't hunted for a long time.
The mountain wind is howling and the weather is really cold. It’s not even the end of the first month of the lunar year yet, so it would be strange if it wasn’t cold.
There was a heavy snow last winter. When Qin Nian got up in the morning and opened the door, his eyes widened in shock.
Afraid that the vegetable shed and picking shed would collapse under the heavy snow, Geng Feng couldn't help but smile as he swept the snow desperately with a broom and his little nose turned red from the cold.
The memories are so warm and yet so sad.
The snow on the mountain was just blown randomly by the wind, the mountain road was extremely difficult to walk on, and there were not many people on the mountain.
Geng Feng ran into the mountains, crossed the ridge, and came to the Mimosaic Spring.
Because the source of the Mimosaic Spring is deep underground, it will shrink back if there is too loud a noise, so it will not freeze.
Thinking about the day when he and Qin Nian were catching snakes here, and how Qin Nian was so scared that he was holding a sickle to cut the snake, Geng Feng's pain was greater than the mountain spring water.
He shouted: "Xiao Nian——"
The spring water receded and soon disappeared, as if it had never been there.
But Geng Feng clearly saw it. She had been here. She had been here.
Geng Feng's face was covered with tears.
He walked past the spring, past the fields, and past the hill where the dandelions once bloomed.
He came to the cave.
It was a busy year before the New Year and he hadn't been here for many days. The door of the cave was covered with dust, just like his heart at the moment.
Geng Feng took out the key and opened the door of the cave.
A quiet cave.
When he and Qin Nian were farming that day, there was still half a jar of leftover soybean paste, as well as a few bowls of rice and a small basin.
The broom he twisted out of hay is still there, and the past is still there.
Geng Feng felt heartbroken. He walked over, picked up the hay broom, and cleaned the cave.
Several wooden barrels filled with honeycombs were still in their original positions, and the stones on top were still pressed there by Qin Nian.
Men don't shed tears easily, but at this moment, Geng Feng shed tears, and they rained down.
He felt so aggrieved.
After controlling his emotions, Geng Feng took out a sickle, cut a large pile of dry grass, carried it into the cave, and spread it on the ground.
He took out an axe, chopped a pile of firewood, and lit a fire in the cave. The temperature in the cave quickly rose.
Geng Feng gathered the grass he had cut earlier around the fire, dried it, and then laid it out again.
He planned to clean up this place and live here from now on. He would not go down the mountain again and would not have to look at Tang Xiaomei's annoying face again.
After smoking the hay, he went out to continue chopping wood. The undried firewood was placed next to the cave to dry in the sun.
Geng Feng went down the mountain only when it seemed that it was getting dark.
When he got home, he still had cornmeal. After drinking it, he whispered to Ye Meizi that he wanted to take some things up the mountain, and he would not come down unless it was something important.
The next day, before daybreak, Geng Feng stuffed his bedding into a large backpack, along with a few sets of clothes and three kilograms of cornmeal, and placed them on a small cart.
Pushing the cart up the mountain.
At the foot of the mountain, he hid the cart, carried a large bamboo basket, and carried the things over the ridge to the cave.
First, he spread out the bedding, then lit a fire, boiled some corn paste in a clay pot, and poured it into a bowl to eat.
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