Chapter 2: Yan Jiuru casually broke off a tree branch on the roadside, ...
Chapter 2: You Deserve a Beating
"We are very busy now. The team leader only gave you three days off. How can you have time to go out? My mother said to save eggs for us in a few days." Although she said to save eggs, every family doesn't have many. Maybe you have to go from house to house to exchange them. Alas.
The chicken and duck farm has just been opened for a short time, and they don’t lay many eggs. Each family can’t raise too many, just two or three hens, so it’s not easy to save eggs.
The young couple talked for a while. Chen Yin saw that his clothes were torn in several places. She stretched out her hand and said, "Take off your clothes and give them to me. I will mend them for you."
Yan Jiuru glanced at her clothes, then lowered her head to look at her shoes, "Ahem!"
He really doesn't know how to talk to a woman.
As I recall, even when I first started practicing magic, the sect gave me these clothes and supplies. The lowest-level ones were dust-proof and waterproof, automatically adjusted to cold and heat, and could not be worn out or worn out. I never thought that one day I would wear a pair of shoes with the toes exposed in the front and the heels exposed in the back.
Noticing Chen Yin's gaze, he curled his toes awkwardly.
Chen Yin chuckled, "It broke so soon? You're so picky, you refused to wear straw sandals. Now my mother has something to say."
I don’t know what’s wrong with her husband. It doesn’t matter if his clothes are torn, he just refuses to compromise his feet.
Since he was a child, other children ran around barefoot, but he refused to wear shoes and refused to touch the ground.
At that time, the new country had just been established and every family was given a lot of things. It was not so poor and the children also had a pair of cloth shoes to wear. Later, when times became difficult, every family made straw sandals. How many families could afford to wear cloth shoes?
***
Yan Jiuru also thought of this and remained silent.
He thought that this tendency to be particular was probably a remnant of instinct.
As the Demon Lord, he has a pair of feet forged from magic. They are as beautiful as jade, but have boundless magic power. One kick from him can kill half the life of the demon.
But at this moment, he lifted his foot and wiggled his toes, and said shamelessly: "What should I do?"
At this moment, Aunt Yan happened to push the door open and heard the end of the conversation.
She handed the bowl to her daughter-in-law and turned to lecture her son: "Your wife is in confinement after giving birth, how can she sew? Take off your clothes and shoes. I'll mend them for you later when I have time!"
Tsk, you are so picky.
"Xiaoyin, eat it while it's hot. These are pheasant eggs, which are more nutritious."
"Thank you, mother."
Chen Yin also knew that this was for milk production, so she didn't hesitate to give it up.
There was a big bowl of six poached eggs mixed with brown sugar water, hot and sweet. She ate four and put the rest aside.
"Why don't you want to eat it? Don't be reluctant, there's more at home." Aunt Yan quickly persuaded.
Chen Yin smiled and said, "I'm a little anxious to eat. I'll eat later."
Aunt Yan leaned over to look at her grandson again, then turned and left.
Chen Yin stared at the door for a while before waving to her husband, "Come here~"
"What's wrong?" Yan Jiuru sat down on the edge of the kang inexplicably.
Chen Yin stuffed the bowl into his hands and said, "Here, eat. Were you not full just now?"
How much does her man eat? How much does he eat? Is it just to leave some food? It's about the same, just enough to eat until he's 70% full.
No matter how hungry Yan Jiuru was, he would never snatch food from his wife who had just given birth.
"You can eat. I also caught five big fish weighing three or four pounds. I'll make fish soup for you tonight. I also have pheasants and rabbits. I'll exchange them for hens for you to eat later."
He quickly dodged and went to the box they packed for their wedding to find a change of clothes and a pair of mediocre cloth shoes. He looked around but couldn't find anywhere else to change clothes.
Anyway, they are married, and if his wife is not embarrassed, then he won't be embarrassed either.
He quickly took off his clothes and pants, revealing his skinny body.
Well, in the patched shorts, my little brother still looks pretty majestic, and with a height of less than 1.8 meters, he was definitely considered tall in an era of food and clothing shortages.
Judging from his current spiritual sense, his bones are still in the active stage. If he eats well, he can grow another ten centimeters.
Chen Yin's face turned red but she couldn't bear to look away.
The couple hasn't been close to each other for a long time since she got pregnant.
Her face flushed as she said shyly, "Brother Jiuru has become thinner due to exhaustion... Go tell Mom that he's busy farming and that she shouldn't give all the good things to me. Everyone else should eat some nourishment too, otherwise he'll get sick from exhaustion. Medical treatment is much more expensive than a pheasant."
Yan Jiuru felt the burning sensation on his back and his heart was pounding. He quickly put on his clothes, sat on a stool, and while changing his shoes he cursed himself for being so cowardly.
Tsk, his wife isn’t shy, why should he, a grown man, be so awkward?
He stood up and walked around, clearing his throat and said, "Eat it while it's hot. I'll go out and bring the bowl and tell Mom."
Chen Yin insisted that he eat a bite, so he had no choice but to eat a fried egg reluctantly, which made his wife smile.
Tsk, it’s sweet. I can’t say it’s very delicious, but it makes me feel warm inside.
***
Yan Jiuru took out his changed clothes and shoes and saw his mother sitting under the eaves picking fish.
Such a big fish must have a lot of food in its stomach.
There are large pieces of fish roe, fish intestines, fish bladders, etc. from big fish, which are also eaten by frugal families.
It was because he was thinking about this by the pond that he didn't clean up on the spot.
Aunt Yan threw the unwanted fish gills and other things into a broken bowl and called out "Da Huang".
A half-grown dog came running over, wagging its tail and drooling with its mouth wide open.
"Eat and take good care of the house."
Even though their family lives in poverty, they still have a guard dog.
It was not originally raised.
This happened two years ago. A thief from some village took advantage of the villagers working in the fields to steal things. Their house was at the east end of the village, close to the mountains. If someone hadn't happened to see them and called for help, their house would have been robbed.
"Put the clothes in that basin and the shoes next to it."
Aunt Yan used her chin to instruct her son, "There's warm water in the pot, wash the dishes while you're at it. Don't just push the dishes away after you finish eating. It won't be tiring to help."
Yan Jiuru paused. Washing dishes?
Well, he is the only one idle among the three and a half people. That half is not even as big as a hand. If he doesn’t wash it, who will?
Aunt Yan glanced over and nodded with satisfaction.
When my son was in school, he didn’t like to clean up the tables or wash dishes. Now he is an adult, and I can’t expect my wife to do everything for me.
In a family like theirs, men, women, young and old all have to lend a hand, otherwise, one or two of them will be exhausted and unable to make ends meet.
***
Aunt Yan picked up a handful of willow wormwood and covered the big fish with it. She handed the basket to her son and said, "Take it to your father-in-law's house now while there's no one else around. They should have someone staying there."
Although they are busy, someone still has to look after the family plots, the chickens, ducks, geese, and pigs, even though there are only a few of them.
Yan Jiuru picked up the basket and left.
Although he was still wearing ragged clothes with large and small patches, he had an upright posture and an elegant gait. Even though he was holding a vegetable basket instead of a magic weapon, he was still calm.
Aunt Yan watched her son walk away and muttered, "He's becoming less and less like a farmer. What should I do?"
This son was different since he was born. He has so many problems, big and small. No one can pass over his head, otherwise he will scream like he wants to break the roof.
The name "Jiuru" was given by the Taoist priest who lived on the mountain.
The Taoist priest said that other children were easier to raise if they were given a cheap name, but he had to be given a noble name to suppress his fate, so as to avoid being "taken away by immortals" at a young age.
Well, no matter what, he is my son who was raised with my own efforts. As long as he is well, it doesn’t matter.
***
Their Xinghua Village is not big, with less than a hundred households, and three sets of houses have been built.
There is an east-west main road passing through the middle of the village. On both the north and south sides are the houses of local old families. Their family lives at the east end of the village on the north side of the main road.
Later, due to famine or something, some families moved in one after another, and all of them were concentrated in the houses built in the south of the village. A small alley was also trampled out in the middle. Usually, no one would go there specifically, only the residents there would go there.
Yan Jiuru's father-in-law's house is in the middle of the village, in a courtyard on the south side of the road.
He looked past the cracked wooden screen and saw a few vegetable beds planted behind the house, none of them more than a foot high. The front door was half open, which usually meant someone was at home.
"Ahem, is anyone home?" He cleared his throat and called out, then pushed open the door and entered the yard.
"Who's at home?" An old lady with bound feet who walked with a limp came out to see what was happening.
Yan Jiuru reacted for a moment and called out, "Grandma, it's me."
The old lady narrowed her eyes and smiled, "Jiuru, why are you here? Come in and sit down."
The old lady was an old-fashioned person, and she treated her son-in-law with great respect and hospitality.
Yan Jiuru handed her the basket and said, "I caught a few fish. This one is for the family."
The old lady knew that the wild vegetables were used to cover the fish, as everyone did the same thing. She pushed aside the wild vegetables and took a closer look. "Oh, such a big fish. Leave it to Yinyin to help with her milk production. There will be no shortage of food at home. Take it back, take it back quickly."
Push it back in forcefully.
Yan Jiuru was not good at refusing, so he avoided her and said, "Please keep it. I'm going back."
Grease your feet and slip away.
The old lady stamped her feet behind him: "This child, really."
***
On the way home, I saw a few children coming home from school at the village entrance, running, jumping, and playing as they walked towards the village.
Among them, the ones who were having the most fun were his younger brother Yan Rushong and younger sister Yan Ruyue.
One of them is in the fourth grade and the other is in the second grade. They also have a younger brother, Yan Rushan, who is in junior high school in the commune and gets home late from school.
"Brother, brother~"
The two little ones obviously saw people as well. They ran over while shouting, and their schoolbags were shaking.
"Slow down." Yan Jiuru waited for a while and only walked home after seeing the two people approaching.
He usually doesn't talk much, and the brother and sister are used to it. They still come over happily and chatter.
The two children were also dressed in ragged and patched clothes, and even the younger brother's feet only had straw sandals on their soles, without uppers at all, and were simply tied around the ankles;
My younger sister wasn't in much better shape. She was skinny and malnourished. She had lost two teeth, but that didn't stop her from smiling brightly. Her dry, gray hair was already spread out. It was really... It's hard to describe in words.
"Tie your hair up." Not only were his clothes torn, but his hair was also a mess.
"Oh," Yan Ruyue gathered her hair and then tilted her neck to complain, "Brother, Third Brother took the rubber band from my head and replaced it with a straw rope, which broke in a short while."
It’s not easy to buy a rubber band these days. I don’t know how the third brother tricked me into giving him the rubber band.
Yan Jiuru: …
"Then you have to come back. If you don't give it to me, I'll beat you up. If you can't beat him, tell mom." He had no other choice.
In their family, all these small matters are handled by the mother.
"Brother~~~" the third brother stretched out the words in dissatisfaction.
Yan Jiuru picked up a branch from the roadside. Rusong was usually naughty and did not pass the fifth grade exam and was held back.
To put it bluntly, he deserves a beating.
Seeing that things were not going well, the naughty boy ran away, shouting: "Xiaoyue, you are a snitch~"
What rubber band? I lost it during recess. Where can I get one?
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