Zhuang Xiaobao was pushed to the ground by her, and he was a little slow to react. Zhuang Xiaoyu came out and hugged his brother, "Dad hasn't come back yet, what do you have to eat first?"

괗 Ya said confidently, "Your family also has a share of the food at home. Your parents worked, and you and your elder sister each got 4 꺲 points. Why can't we eat it?"

Xiaoya ignored her, scooped out all the white flour slices in the pot, brought them back to the room to share with her sisters, and brought Xiaoya's little sister, who was only a few days old, over to feed her some flour slices and rice porridge.

Zhuang Xiaoyu was dumbfounded and her stomach rumbled. She had never cooked before.

Dad isn’t coming home, grandma and stepmother have both been arrested, how am I going to celebrate this New Year?

The New Year's Eve pear hasn't woken up yet, and the steaming dumplings are out of the pot.

Chen Xianyun made two kinds of fillings, one with chives and eggs, with some shrimps to enhance the flavor, and the other with cabbage and pork, with some fried pork fat crumbs.

The dumplings were white and plump, with thin skin and large fillings. When you bite into them, you can taste the flavor of lard mixed with the aroma of cabbage. Jiang Li burped while eating them.

Old Mrs. Qi looked at the snowflakes floating outside and sighed, "The family next door is also a sinner. How are they going to survive with so many children left behind?"

"Xiao Yun, go and deliver a plate of dumplings to their house."

Chen Xianyun nodded and said, "I gave it to them a long time ago." She didn't give it to those spoiled boys in that family, but to Daya.

Although these children are under the education of Zhao Xiangyu and Wu Meili, they are good-natured and will say hello when they see people.

At the Zhuang family, Mr. Zhuang, who had come in the snow, persuaded the young girls, "Go home with your uncle. You will have a meal from now on, and you will never go hungry."

Zhuang Daya couldn't stop crying, but Zhuang Xiaoya didn't cry. She hugged her younger sister who didn't know much about the situation and refused, "Uncle Xiao, we can support ourselves."

Mr. Zhuang was very anxious. "What nonsense are you talking about? A few half-grown kids are talking nonsense. Are you afraid that your uncle can't support you? Or are you afraid that your aunt will be unhappy?

Don't worry, your aunt called you to pick you up early in the morning. She is cooking in the house."

"Uncle, I know you and Auntie are good to us. But we can't be so shameless. We have hands and feet and can work, and the captain has also said that he will take care of us.

I will find them a job when the time comes, and they can earn money themselves.”

괗亚 spoke very logically, as if she had thought of it all in the morning. In fact, these words were what Jiang Li said to her in the morning.

Qi Shaoqiang gave Qi Yupeng an idea, asking the team to give the sheep-herding job to Daya, so that she would get more points and count it as six points.

As for Xiaoya, Liu Lixin would soon go to the city to study, and the barefoot doctor on the team had to be replaced by someone else, so Xiaoya was arranged to learn about herbal medicine and help Liu Lixin first, which would count as a bonus.

With a way out, Xiaoya is confident that she and her sisters will not starve to death.

"Uncle, if everyone else leaves, there won't be room for us at home."

The house that Mr. Zhuang lives in now is a five-guarantee household in the village. Not only is the house dilapidated, but it is also small and cannot accommodate so many children.

Zhuang Daya selfishly did not want to implicate her uncle and aunt, and their lives were also difficult.

Seeing that the children were not convincing, Mr. Zhuang sighed and decided to go home to discuss with his wife. He thought that they might as well move back home so that everyone could eat from the same pot and live and die together.

Mr. Zhuang went on again in the snow and wind, and left a small bag of food behind.

Zhuang Daya was in tears. On the day when her uncle and aunt separated and left, her grandma didn't give them anything. These foods were probably borrowed by her aunt from her parents' home.

"Girl, take it back to uncle later. We still have food in the house, you can't take these."

"Yeah," 괗 Ya also nodded.

…

"Where are the children?"

Gao Xiuqin became anxious when she saw that Mr. Zhuang had not brought anyone back.

Mr. Zhuang repeated what Xiaoya had said and proposed to form a family.

Gao Xiuqin hesitated for a while and agreed. She couldn't just watch her nieces starve to death.

"Wife, you've suffered a lot following me. If you hadn't married me, and married someone with a richer family, you could be living a comfortable life now."

At this time, Mr. Zhuang really felt that he was useless and a burden to his wife and children.

"I never regretted marrying you."

It was common for men in the village to beat and scold women, or just push their bowls aside after dinner and not care about anything else.

But Mr. Zhuang was different. Not only did he work hard outside, he also did all the housework he could.

No matter what happens, he will discuss it with her and will not try to save face in public and make life hard for his wife and children.

Even if the two of them occasionally quarreled and got angry, he would not refuse to bow his head for the sake of his man's face.

That's enough. That's enough.

When Zhuang Guoliang woke up from his soft blanket, it was already noon on the tenth day of the lunar year. Firecrackers were ringing. Zhang Qiaohui saw him turning over and said with a smile, "Wake up! Get up and eat dumplings. Today is the tenth day of the lunar year."

"We don't have any good food at home, so I stewed some cabbage with pig fat. I also made some dumplings stuffed with radish. You can try them."

The bright light from the window outside irritated his eyes. Zhuang Guoliang felt a warm sensation all over his body, as if he was walking on clouds, or as if he was slightly tipsy. His hands and feet were so weak that he could not lift them.

Zhang Qiaohui simply placed the dining table next to the bed, took out the stored wine, and poured a small cup for Zhuang Guoliang, "I made this sorghum wine myself, it's intoxicating, drink less."

Zhuang Guoliang picked up the wine glass and tilted his head back, and the boiling wine poured into his throat like a stream of water.

He frowned and coughed, and Zhang Qiaohui quickly took a handkerchief to wipe his mouth, scolding him, "You drank it slowly."

Zhuang Guoliang held her hand. Zhang Qiaohui's palm was covered with a thin silk scarf and her face was stained with flour. Her cheeks turned red under Zhuang Guoliang's gaze and she lowered her head shyly.

With a loud bang, the plate of dumplings was pushed to the ground by Sun Mingming. Zhang Qiaohui was startled and saw the dumplings rolling to the ground. She felt so distressed, "What a clumsy kid! You are so clumsy and waste food like this."

Sun Mingming glared at the man sitting at the top seat angrily. He dared to sit in the seat where his father had sat and even used his father's wine glass. "Get out of here. What are you doing in my house?"

Zhang Qiaohui looked up in disbelief and saw that Sun Mingming was like an angry wolf cub, wishing to eat Zhuang Guoliang alive.

She grabbed Sun Mingming and beat him up. "Sun Mingming, who taught you to be so rude? Uncle is a guest in our home. He helped us fix the leaky roof yesterday. How can you be so ungrateful?"

Sun Mingming was so angry that he started to sob, "What kind of guest is he? He is your adulterer! Grandma is right, you are not a faithful wife, you are cheating on your father!"

A loud slap landed on Sun Mingming's face. Zhang Qiaohui, who had hit him, was stunned. She watched her son overturn the dining table, rushed out of the door and ran into the wind and snow.

Zhuang Guoliang also stood up. He smelled of food and his clothes were dirty. He had no appetite to eat.