Chapter 8 Old Lady Su was so frightened that she was sweating coldly
Su Er took the two pears to the next village.
The two villages are not far apart, and the round trip takes half an hour.
He left at noon and returned at 3 p.m. When he came back, his head and shoulders were covered with thick snow, and his face was as black as lacquer.
At that time, Tianbao had just finished his rations and was being held in his grandmother's arms to burp him.
"That old hag from the Chen family is such a piece of shit! She wasted those two pears!"
Before the two Su brothers even entered the house, they started cursing at the top of their lungs, "Now every household is hibernating, and everyone relies on stored food to get by. In order not to make things difficult for Xiu'er, I specially avoided going there at mealtime, and she was afraid that I would eat her food! I helped her family with work for two hours, and when it was almost time for dinner, she started to say she wanted to get rid of me! She said that fruits are rare, but they can only satisfy your cravings. In poor families, they are not as valuable as a mouthful of rice or porridge. They save money on every meal! Damn it! From the beginning to the end, I never intended to eat a single grain of her rice at her house. I can't stand her irritation!"
He Daxiang felt sorry for the man, so she quickly took out a pot from the corner of the main room, put it on the fire, and heated up the bowl of porridge left over from lunch for him.
The kitchen is gone and it will take some time to build one. Now we just cook in the main room at home and make do with it for now.
"Mother asked me to leave a bowl of food for you, because she knew you'd be hungry. That old hag! Not only did she not leave any food for you, but she made you work for nothing, treating our man like a laborer! I wonder if she can make a fortune by saving that one bite! Pah!"
Su Er brushed off the snow foam on his body under the eaves before entering the house. He closed the door of the main room and sat down next to the brazier.
The warm air drove away the coldness in his body. With his wife breathing the same air as him, and his three children rushing over to massage his shoulders and legs, Su Er suddenly felt relaxed all over, and the anger he had been holding in for the whole journey was almost half gone. "It's still more comfortable to be at home."
We are poor and suffer a lot, but there are people at home who care about us and make us feel warm inside.
Old Mrs. Su came out of the room holding Tianbao and sat down on a stool.
In the middle of winter, the house was leaking air everywhere due to the shaking, and it was much warmer next to the brazier than in the room.
She carefully pulled up the swaddling clothes with her rough hands to prevent the baby from being exposed to the wind. Her expression was calm. "Alright, how could we have eaten at her house in previous years? After Xiu'er got married, she often came back to help out when there was something going on at home. For Xiu'er's sake, I won't bother with her about this. Eat something first to fill your stomach."
My mother spoke, and Su Er's lips moved, but he suppressed what he wanted to say and changed the subject, "Why didn't I see Dad and the boss when I came back?"
"I'm going to the market to get some firewood," said Old Lady Su. "If I sell it for a few copper coins, I can bring some flour back."
A hint of worry flashed across the old woman's eyes.
The price of firewood is low, and selling a truckload can only exchange for six or seven pounds of black flour at most, which is enough to feed a whole family for ten days.
The food at home is running out, and I don’t know if we can survive until next spring.
Amidst my worries, I could hear faint cries of mourning in the distance, the cries were mournful, and every sound expressed the powerlessness and despair in the face of reality.
Old Mrs. Su swallowed her sigh.
The life of a poor person is cheaper than firewood.
The batter on the brazier rack was heating up, and the smell wafted out with the heat. The rough and low-quality batter didn't smell good.
Yaobao twisted his little head and glanced over there. The chipped porcelain bowl should have been dug out from the collapsed kitchen. It was filled with half a bowl of thin black paste with rough grains and a little sweet potato pieces.
She had never seen such a thing before, but she could still find something to compare it with in her poor memory.
When she was a child, the chicken from the neighbor's house tasted better than this.
Su Er picked up the porcelain bowl, avoiding the gap, and slurped a big mouthful. As the hot batter went into his stomach, a warm current spread through his internal organs. He felt as if he was completely alive, smacking his lips and squinting his eyes in satisfaction.
As for the black noodles irritating the throat, it’s not a big deal at all. We have all been eating it like this since we were young.
Yaobao watched quietly, not quite understanding why his uncle ate something that looked so unpalatable that it tasted so good.
I only realized that this family was much poorer and more difficult than I had imagined.
She withdrew her gaze, thought for a moment, stretched out her little hand, clenched it, and was about to wave it.
Can't move.
It was wrapped by another skinny and rough big hand.
Yaobao looked up at Grandma in confusion.
She didn't want to be a human being anyway, and after she died, the things in her space would be buried with her.
There were still many fruits on the pear tree, and she could pick them all to avoid wasting them.
From the time she was born until now, everyone in this family has been very kind to her, never beating or scolding her, which makes her feel comfortable.
Then she is willing to give it.
It was a way to repay them for the warmth she had felt.
Old Mrs. Su was so scared that she broke out in a cold sweat.
If I hadn't luckily seen that little hand in a flash, there would be another harvest of pears at home.
The three little guys are all here!
A three or four-year-old kid is still ignorant and doesn’t know what to say or what not to say. If the strange things happening at home are accidentally spread out, that sweet baby will really be regarded as a monster!
Holding her granddaughter's little fist, Old Lady Su stood up calmly and went back to her room.
After entering the room, she breathed a sigh of relief. She patted her small hand with her big hand and whispered, "Little girl, are you trying to scare me to death? Didn't I tell you that the adults are taking care of the family affairs? I know you have good things. They are gifts from God, and they are limited. Honey, hide the things for now. When the family is really in trouble, you can take some out, okay?"
Liu Yuelan was in confinement and couldn't leave her room. She didn't know what had happened. When she heard this, she was confused and asked, "Mom, what's wrong?"
"Tianbao, this girl, just wanted to lay pears outside! How can it be laid anytime and anywhere?"
“…Puff!”
The word "xia pear" immediately reminded Liu Yuelan of the scene last night, and she couldn't help laughing.
"Xiao An, Xiao Wen, and Xiao Wu are young and can't keep their mouths shut. If they tell anyone about it one day, it will be a disaster!" Old Lady Su glared at her. "You, as a mother, are so careless! You can still laugh."
Liu Yuelan quickly suppressed her expression and laughed, "Mother, Tianbao wants to lighten the burden on the family. Pears aren't as filling as porridge, but they can be exchanged for money at the market. In the cold winter, such fine fruit is a rarity. Don't the wealthy families in town always leave some at home as snacks before the New Year? The money I exchanged can buy more rice and flour for the family."
Originally, Liu Yuelan was joking about the two calculating words said by Chen's wife, but it turned out to be an idea, and her eyes lit up.
Old Lady Su knocked her on the forehead. "You're so generous, and you really are. Tianbao—they say it's a gift from God, so can we just eat and take it? If you take too much and there's a backlash, then it will ruin Tianbao's life!"
Tianbao’s disadvantage is that he can’t speak.
What's the point of losing your luck? Take whatever you want!
I just want to die!
Why is it so difficult?
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