Da Wang’s incident did not end with the beating. He still has a series of sequelae, such as the unbearable itching when the scabs heal and new flesh grows.

It's really neither sitting nor standing, and it's not convenient to stretch it. After all, except for children and unhygienic people, who would scratch their butt every day?

How ugly?

Especially for someone as competitive as him, that's even more unacceptable.

It's really... more uncomfortable than when it hurts.

This is not only physical torture, but also mental torture.

He really couldn't stand his mother's pitiful look, as if saying "Oh my God, my son is going to die in vain. It's all my fault as a mother. I didn't educate him well. What if he gets shot in the future?" It was like a needle stabbing his heart. He couldn't stand it.

Moreover, he always felt that the villagers would look at him with a strange look that seemed to be sympathy, curiosity, or something else.

Naturally, he would be even more indifferent and would never show any trace of flaws.

It can be said that the price of this mistake was quite high. He was not afraid of being beaten, but he was afraid of the series of side effects after being beaten.

Da Wang secretly said that he really must never fall into the hands of the male and female thieves again.

However, the beating was not as embarrassing as Da Wang had expected. Many people secretly praised him as a real man.

Someone in the village who had ulterior motives and probably knew something secretly went to find him and wanted to ask him how he was so good at playing poker and could win five dollars! !

Where is the game? How to play? They are very curious.

Da Wang naturally wouldn't say anything, he just glared at him and said, "Go find Director Han and get thirty lashes first, and I'll tell you."

Who dares, haha.

However, since Da Wang said that he would make amends for his crime, it was certainly not empty talk, and Han Qingsong would not just say nonsense.

After morning exercises, Han Qingsong finished his exercises outside the gate and motioned for Erwang and Sanwang to go home, but asked Dawang to go with him to the small woods in the south.

"Tell me, is there anything else you haven't told me?" Han Qingsong stood with his hands behind his back, his dark eyes were deep and his gaze was as sharp as a hawk, even when he was staring at his own son there was no softness at all.

Da Wang hesitated for a moment, thinking about the pain, numbness and itching in his buttocks, the torment in his heart, and his mother's tears. He decided to confess everything and draw a clear line with the past.

"Among those people, there are a few who are... different," he said.

Han Qingsong: "Why are they different?"

"They have craftsmanship." He picked up a small stone from the ground, gestured with his right hand, and it disappeared, so he motioned for Han Qingsong to find it.

Han Qingsong stared at him with cold eyes and pointed at his chest.

Da Wang: “…How did you guess that?” Most people would look in his right sleeve.

Han Qingsong: "If I can't find it, I'll practice for another ten years."

Dawang: …………

"What else?"

Dawang: "Um... unlock?"

He pulled a small roll of wire from his pocket, stretched it out and bent one end, "Like this."

Han Qingsong: "When did you learn it?"

"About two years ago...following me, Si Dada, and Zhao Jianshe..." Da Wang explained truthfully.

He had been following Sidada as a follower since he was a child. Later, when Han Qinghua went to the county town to study, he went there more often. At first, he was sent by his grandmother, but later he wanted to go on his own.

Especially as Han Qinghua got to know Zhao Jianshe, he accidentally got to know a group of new characters. Most of them were thugs, but they all had their own unique skills, and two of them were particularly powerful.

He described it, "Some people can change, and no matter how they change, you can't tell they are fake. Some people have middle fingers that are as long as their index fingers, and their hands are very fast. They can pick up soap flakes from boiling water and take things out of people's pockets without feeling anything. Some people are good at picking locks, and they can open a lock with a piece of wire in two or three clicks. There are also people who can tell fortunes and read faces, and they are always right about what happened in the past. That person is particularly good, and he said that their ancestors were even better. If I can be better than those people, take me to visit my ancestors."

"Do you think they are powerful?" Han Qingsong asked.

"Well, but only one or two of them are great, the others are not." When he was a child, he thought they were great. After he learned them, he found that he learned faster than them.

"How do you feel about that guy?" Han Qingsong considered his words, "Imagine being as awesome as he is?"

Da Wang said truthfully: "I have thought about it. I think if I were that awesome..." At that time, his father was not at home, his grandma was partial to him, his mother was making a fuss all the time, and the house was a mess. He wished he could stay outside all day.

He was particularly envious of those people outside, and even thought about asking someone to take him away from here to find some ancestor.

But those people said it was not possible now. As for why it was not possible, he did not understand at that time.

When he was older, he realized that it was not possible. Now there were severe crackdowns everywhere, and those people could not show their abilities, otherwise they would be arrested as bad elements and sentenced or shot. It was said that their team was very large in the past, but unfortunately the leaders were all shot, and most of them were dismissed through labor reform.

There are no beggars anymore. They are all people's communes and no one is allowed to beg.

So the previous beggar gangs are gone.

"What about now? Do you still want it?" Han Qingsong asked him.

Da Wang thought for a moment and said, "No...I don't think that way." Although they are powerful, they cannot be exposed to the public, so it seems that it is no big deal.

The main reason is that his father is back, and his mother is keeping an eye on him all day long, afraid that he will skip classes or do something else. Besides, he goes to school every day and really has no time to think about or do anything.

"So do you think they are good or evil?" Han Qingsong looked at him.

Da Wang seemed a little embarrassed, "They are... not harming anyone now."

"What about in the past? What about in the future? Do you have any intention of harming others?" Han Qingsong's voice was cold and steady, which actually gave Dawang a sense of security.

Da Wang: "They said it depends on the situation. Now the policy is not working, so wait...then it will be their world."

"Do they know who you are?"

"Know."

"Now I know your situation?"

"Know."

"What special thing do you want me to do?"

“No… either.”

"Where is that special person?"

Da Wang shook his head: "He is very mysterious. Everyone calls him San Baotou, but no one knows where he lives."

Han Qingsong concluded that the third leader was a leader, and the grandfather was the biggest leader. They were very mysterious, and the others were a motley crowd organized in extraordinary times. They were useless and had no destructive power.

This grandfather and the three leaders were probably the various gangs that were active among the people in the past, but somehow managed to slip through the net during the period of liquidation after the founding of the People's Republic of China.

At that time, there were many organizations active among the people, such as the Hong Gang, the Qing Gang, the Guo Gang, Abao, the bandits, etc.

There was a very famous person named Zhang Dawaibo in the area, who made a living by kidnapping and robbing people, and had several people under him. Later, when the local tyrants and bad elements were cracked down, Zhang Dawaibo was killed, and some of his people were shot, some were sentenced to reform, and the lowest-ranking ones were directly disbanded and returned to their hometowns to farm.

If that group revived and continued to recruit followers among the people, Han Qingsong would certainly not be lenient. Even if they were hiding in secrecy, with the current highly centralized household registration control system, there really was no one that could not be found.

"Okay, don't tell your mother about this, and don't tell anyone else."

Da Wang agreed.

"If they contact you, report it. From now on, don't approach them."

Da Wang nodded, "Okay."

Han Qingsong naturally wouldn't tell him too much. After understanding what Da Wang knew about the situation, he let him go home and study hard and not skip classes.

After this beating, Da Wang has really changed a lot. Although he looks fine on the surface and still goes to drill and school every day, his temperament is slowly changing.

He was originally unruly and unruly, but gradually he became steady.

Han Qingsong did not relax, and of course did not go directly to the county to arrest people. After all, those thugs had names and were not difficult to arrest. The key was that the third leader was too mysterious.

They began with the Shanshui Commune, where they strictly investigated gambling. No matter which brigade they were from, whether they were members or cadres, anyone who was caught gambling would be punished.

Moreover, there are rewards for reporting!

At one time, many teams started to secretly report gambling activities.

Many brigades do not have such an interesting propaganda team as the one in Shanzui Village. When farmers are idle, they feel really uncomfortable. Even if they have no money, they have to spend some food or something to gamble to satisfy their desire.

Especially those who had a gambling habit in the past, old habits die hard, and they have made indelible contributions to Director Han's career advancement.

Soon our team caught one, and other teams also caught a few, all of whom were the people who gave the production team leader a headache. They were usually not active in their work, liked to slack off, were picky, and complained about the tiredness and dirtiness of the work. When they were caught, the production team leader was the first to applaud.

There are also those whose families can’t stand it, and their wives and children secretly report it.

The family was already in financial difficulty, with food distributed throughout the year and barely enough for themselves to eat, yet he still used it for gambling!

Anyway, if we catch them, we will just give them a lesson, and we won’t beat them or shoot them.

So apart from the parties involved, everyone is happy when gambling is caught.

As a result, the atmosphere of Shanshui Commune was cleared up again.

…………………………

This winter was particularly cold. There was a little snow in mid-October, and by the end of October it was freezing cold. The noisy children in the streets disappeared, and the villagers seemed to have disappeared, hiding in their homes to spend the winter.

A stove has been lit in the school. The firewood is provided by several production teams in turn. It is mainly corn cobs, which are just right for burning the stove. Like charcoal, it is resistant to burning and keeps warm.

Children will no longer have frozen hands and feet during classes.

Moreover, there are many children in the classroom, and they are all very hot, so it is warmer.

Da Wang is now better at attending classes than before. He no longer thinks about skipping classes, no longer sits upright and falls asleep, and can look at the blackboard and listen to the teacher's lecture. He also tries to do his homework by himself and does not force other students or Er Wang to do it for him.

Lin Lan, the old mother, was particularly pleased.

Sanwang murmured to her, "Mom, my elder brother is used to sitting."

I couldn't sit still before because of the spikes on my buttocks. Now, after going through pain, more pain, soreness, and itching, I can finally sit still.

Lin Lan tapped his forehead and said, "Your elder brother, please wait. I will focus on you from now on."

This kid can't sit still even more than Da Wang. He really has a pointy butt and is a monkey.

Sanwang: “…………” Am I not your biological son?

"Hurry up, the team is going to kill pigs!" Da Wang shouted outside.

When they heard that the pigs were going to be slaughtered, Mai Sui Erwang, who was reading a recipe and listening to the radio on the kang in the room, also came down to work, wearing the earmuffs that Han Qingsong, who designed for Lin Lan, had helped to sew.

Xiaowang also put the harmonica into his own case, ran to put it on the table, and obediently put on the dog-skin hat.

Sanwang, who was drooling after listening to the recipe, wiped the corner of his mouth and grabbed his brother's hand, "Let's go first."

Lin Lan hurriedly said, "Don't let Xiaowang watch the pig slaughter. It will scare him."

Kids are like that. The more scared they are, the more they want to watch it, and then they have nightmares when they come back.

For example, Sanwang was so frightened after seeing a chicken being slaughtered that he had nightmares for three days. He always dreamed that the chicken had its throat cut and was flying all over the garden.

All the children in the village are like this, and Lin Lan didn't restrict them in any way. However, Xiaowang is a little special, so she naturally has to pay more attention.

Mai Sui said, "Mom, I'll cover Xiao Wang's eyes."

Lin Lan let them go first while she cleaned up, got a basin, and came back with some pig's blood and offal.

Not only the children, but the whole village has been looking forward to the distribution of pork for half a year.

Because of the pig slaughter, even the school was on holiday, and Han Qingping was afraid that if he went too late, only the bad parts would be left.

At that time, members were only given a fixed amount of food rations, and there was not much surplus food at home, so pigs and livestock were raised collectively by the production team.

A production team raises a dozen or so pigs at least, and 20 to 30 at most. Apart from the tasks handed over to the slaughter group, the rest is divided among the members. The pork is distributed several times a year, once around the wheat harvest, once at the end of October, and once again during the New Year.

Pork is naturally divided into four parts and six parts according to the human body.

The people in the village who were responsible for slaughtering pigs and distributing the meat were a few fixed men. Before the production team, their families were butchers who sold pork. Later, due to collective labor, they could no longer slaughter pigs themselves and stopped doing this business.

When Dong Huaihua saw Lin Lan and the others, she immediately ran over and stamped her feet, "It's so cold today, it's not even May yet, my ears are going to freeze off."

Lin Lan pointed to her head and asked, "Why aren't you wearing a hat?"

Dong Huaihua: "It's just a short while, why are you wearing a hat?"

She waved when she saw Xiuyun's mother, "Where's Xiuyun?"

"Her sister-in-law and the child caught a cold, so they stayed home to make ginger soup." Xiuyun's mother wrapped herself tightly, walked up to Lin Lan, looked at the children, and said with a smile, "Is Dawang okay?"

Da Wang was beaten a while ago. Although most people didn't know what happened, they knew something was wrong when they saw him limping every day.

Xiuyun's mother also sent her homemade medicinal wine for sprains and bruises. Farmers often get bumps and bruises while working, so she always keeps the recipe ready all year round.

Da Wang looked gloomy, but he still thanked Xiu Yunniang for asking, "Auntie, I'm fine now."

Xiuyun's mother said happily: "That's good. Don't make your parents angry in the future." To her, if a child was beaten, it would make his parents unhappy. Whether he made mistakes or not was secondary.

"Here they come, here they come!" people shouted excitedly.

Following a few screams, the big fat pig with its hooves tied up was pressed onto the bench.

Two men held down the pig's hind legs, one man held down its body, and the butcher grabbed its ears and cut into the pig's neck with a single cut. The pig's movements became weaker.

As the knife was pulled out, a stream of bright red pig blood gushed out and fell into the large basin below.

Then comes the next one...a production team kills four or five pigs.

"Kill the pigs, kill the pigs!" both adults and children shouted in horror.

The children were so frightened that their faces turned pale. Some of them covered their eyes because they didn't dare to look, while others looked through the gaps between their fingers out of curiosity.

Da Wang stared at him, Er Wang frowned slightly, feeling somewhat reluctant, and San Wang's face turned pale with fright but he still tried to cover Xiao Wang.

As a result, Xiaowang had already snuggled into his sister's arms, but was pinched unconsciously by Sanwang, causing pain on his shoulder.

Erwang glanced at Dawang and saw that his elder brother's eyes were shining and he didn't look scared at all. "Brother, aren't you afraid?"

Da Wang was excited: "I'm scared."

Mai Sui: "The pig was killed. How pitiful."

Da Wang looked at her and asked, "You don't want to eat?"

Mai Sui: "Of course...it tastes better if you add mushrooms to it!"

The younger one was both scared and excited, and he could probably see the steaming mushroom stew in front of him.

Lin Lan didn't dare to watch directly. At the moment the pig was killed, both adults and children held their breath, and after it was killed, they all breathed a sigh of relief.

Then the adults continued their conversation as usual, discussing how to eat.

"This pig is really fat. This year's pig is bigger than in previous years."

Sanwang said proudly, "That's right, we harvested a lot of pig grass this year."

Xiuyun's mother smiled and said, "This year your mother earned a lot of work points, so your family got a lot of pork."

Sanwang began to drool as he imagined what to eat: braised pork, pork vermicelli stewed with mushrooms, fried pork belly slices, boiled pork, cabbage and pork slices... He was drooling at the thought of it. These were all from Erwang's recipe book, he had never seen them before!

Lin Lan was telling Xiuyun's mother and Dong Huaihua that Han Qingsong shared some mushrooms and gave each of them a handful, which they could take home and stew with meat, making them especially delicious.

Neither of them refused and said that was a good idea.

The distribution of meat is different from that of grain. If it is distributed according to the roster, those at the back will be unhappy because there may be no good meat left, so they draw lots.

Of course, not everyone would go up to catch the cats, but the names would be written and put in a bucket, and the pig killer would catch each one and call out to each person. Because they were all folded up, no one could see them, and the pig killer couldn't read, so there was no cat stuffiness.

Moreover, there are cadres supervising.

Xiuyun's mother was lucky. She let Lin Lan go first.

Lin Lan pushed her and said, "Go quickly."

Xiuyun's mother went to divide the meat first.

Lin Lan's luck wasn't bad either, as it was his fifth turn. The pork was distributed according to population. Han Qingsong got none, but Lin Lan gave him some money, so the pork was still distributed among seven people.

Some families are lazy and like to eat, have few work points and a small population, so they may only get one pound or even half a pound.

There are seven people in Lin Lan's family, and now they have more work points, so they got a full ten and a half kilograms.

Even if this is not the most in the village, it is among the top few.

The man is not at home, and the woman is taking care of a group of children. In most families in this situation, the work points are not even enough for food, and the meat can only be provided according to the number of people, which will also make other members dissatisfied.

After all, if they were left to earn money on their own, they wouldn't be able to make a single bite of meat, and what they eat would be the food given to them by others.

But Lin Lan was different. She was the chief planner of the propaganda team and earned the most work points. She was also given food and meat when she went out to perform on weekdays. Naturally, she felt at ease getting the meat now.

Even if someone says something sour, you won't be able to stand your ground and can only feel jealous.

Lin Lan smiled and said, "You don't have to give us all the fat ones, leave some for others. Give me six pounds of pork belly, and the other four pounds can be used for ribs, pig cheeks, or something else."

The butcher in charge of dividing the meat was stunned. No one had ever done this before. Others were scrambling for the fat but not the lean meat, not to mention the bones and offal.

The production team leader and the accountant were watching over there. Seeing that Lin Lan had such a high level of awareness, they said, "If it comes with bones, then I'll exchange one pound of meat for two pounds."

So Lin Lan ordered six pounds of pork belly, six pounds of spare ribs, and the remaining one and a half pounds was exchanged for a pig's ear, tongue, two pig's trotters, and a small basin of pig's blood.

Because the fatty pork can be absorbed by the oil and slowly mixed with vegetables, it is very fragrant, so all the members love to have it.

As for the pig ears, offal and blood, they are not tasty and will be gone in one meal at most, so they don’t like to have them.

Except for Lin Lan, no one else wanted to stew the meat right after dividing it. Instead, they would stir-fry it and put it in a pot, adding a spoonful of it each time they cooked.

This time the meat is distributed, it will last until the New Year.

Seeing them taking so much pork and other things, some members were jealous and their eyes turned red. "Look at them, they are also an old woman with so many children, how can they be so capable?"

"Who told you to be so incompetent?" The woman rolled her eyes at him. "Look at how much Director Han loves his wife!"

Han Jinyu also accompanied old lady Han in dividing the pork. The two of them were afraid that Han Dasao and the others would keep some of the meat for themselves when they came to claim it, so they would come over and watch every time they distributed the food.

Seeing Lin Lan and the child carrying so many things, my eyes almost popped out.

Han Jinyu swallowed hard, "Mom, look at her."

Old Mrs. Han was also very angry.

Yu Mole is now in the same boat with her, both of them are pissed off by Han Qingsong and Lin Lan. "It's different. I don't even take your mother-in-law seriously."

Old Mrs. Han was grunting and blowing her nose. Damn it, it was so cold that day. There was so much meat but she didn't give it to her own mother-in-law. Aren't you afraid that it would starve her to death?

Lin Lan took the children home to deliver the meat. Before leaving, she said hello to Dong Huaihua, but did not say hello to Old Lady Han.

If you both dislike something, try to watch it as little as possible.

Old Mrs. Han had been glaring at her, waiting for Lin Lan to turn around and call her so that she could roll her eyes and act as if she didn't care about Lin Lan. Little did she know that Lin Lan just walked away without even looking at her.

Mrs. Han: "...vicious woman!"

…

Lin Lan and the children carried the meat back home, soaked some mushrooms, and grabbed two handfuls of meat and asked Mai Sui to deliver them to Dong Huaihua and Xiuyun's mother.

She led Erwang to process the meat.

It is impossible to eat more than ten pounds of meat and bones in one go. There is no refrigerator at home, so it cannot be eaten for too long.

Fortunately, meat doesn’t go bad so easily in winter.

Soon Mai Sui came back with a few persimmons and a small bundle of vermicelli. "Mom, the persimmons were given by the director, and the vermicelli was given by Sister Xiuyun's family."

Lin Lan asked her to put them aside and let the children share the persimmons. Since the quantity was limited, two people could eat one.

Mai Sui first opened one of the lips and let Lin Lan take a sip. Lin Lan nodded: "It's so sweet!"

These persimmons have been marinated and are now orange-red in color. You can bite through the skin and suck the juice directly from inside. It is sweet and not astringent, and especially delicious.

Erwang and Xiaowang were eating very politely. They even wiped the corners of their mouths with handkerchiefs while eating.

Da Wang saw San Wang's face was yellow from eating so much, and he looked disgusted, "I don't want to eat it."

Sanwang looked at his own reflection in the water tank and shouted, "This is terrible!"

Everyone was startled by him and asked what happened.

Sanwang pointed at himself and said, "Look, who made me look so stupid?"

…

The whole room fell silent, everyone glared at him.

Mai Sui felt that persimmons were not so sweet anymore. "Sanwang!" She put down the persimmons and went to hit him.

Sanwang jumped out and said, "I can't hit you~~"

Lin Lan and the others also started to make a noise: "Hit him hard, hit him a few more times for us, so that he won't talk nonsense!"

While the children were making a lot of noise, Lin Lan cut the pork belly into cubes so that she could just take them out and process them when she wanted to eat them.

Separate the ribs into two, add two pieces of pork belly, wrap them with corn husks, put a handful of mushrooms in a small gourd ladle, and put them all in the basket.

"Dawang, send it to your grandmother's house."

Ever since Lin Lan reconciled with her third sister, she has been normal when she returns to her parents' home and no longer compares with others. Old Mrs. Lin also breathed a sigh of relief.

After the farmers became idle, several families began to move around more frequently.

Old Mrs. Lin would send her nephew to bring something to her aunt. If Lin Lan had something, she would also send Da Wang to deliver it, so that the children could visit each other more often and get closer to each other.

Because the original owner was partial to his nephew and not very kind to his own son, Da Wang was very dissatisfied. Later, Lin Lan changed for the better, and when the family built a new house, his uncle and grandmother helped a lot and sent food, and Da Wang gradually changed his attitude.

No matter how Lin Lan asked him to deliver something, he would not refuse. Of course, he would not refuse when his grandmother asked him to bring something back.

Da Wang picked up the basket and left. San Wang shouted, "Brother, I'll go with you."

Da Wang saw that he was so pale and dirty that he refused coldly, "No need."

After Da Wang left, San Wang just kept sighing, "It's over. I've lost my big brother's trust in me."

Lin Lan touched his head and said, "Silly boy, your brother is afraid that you will be cold."

Xiao Wang: "What is trust?"

Erwang: "It's when the eldest brother did something bad that he took your younger brother with him, and your younger brother betrayed him. This is trust and betrayal."

Xiao Wang nodded: "I understand. The hen lays eggs for us to eat, and we kill it for meat. This is trust and betrayal."

Everyone: "…………" Can it be the same? Oh my god, what should I do if I never dare to eat chicken again? This is even more cruel than Sanwang.

Lin Lan was also stunned. Xiaowang always had a unique sensitivity. His feelings were particularly delicate and compassionate.

Although she did not have rich scientific experience in raising children, she subconsciously wanted to guide him so that he would not easily develop the pessimistic and depressed temperament of an artist.

She smiled and squatted down, rubbing her palms together, and touched Xiaowang's chubby face with her warm hands. "Child, trust and betrayal are mainly about feelings."

Xiao Wang seemed to understand, "What is love?"

He began to enter a stage of strong desire for knowledge.

He used to be silent, listening and thinking alone, but now he is eager to know more.

Lin Lan thought for a moment, "Let me put it this way, you are my child, I love you, I am your mother, you love me, this is love. Hammer hit you, I hate him, punish him, his mother hates me, this is also love. I have delicious food and fun things to give you, if you are unhappy or unhappy, tell me, this is trust. We have a loving relationship, if I tell you my secret, but you turn around and quietly tell Hammer's mother, then you are betraying me."

Xiao Wang immediately shook his head: "I won't betray my mother!"

Lin Lan smiled and curled her eyes. "Good son. Mother knows, it's just an analogy. But if I tell others about Liu Chunfang's secret, it's not betrayal, because we don't have love or trust."

Xiao Wang nodded, "I understand. Thank you, Mom!"

Lin Lan touched his face and said, "In addition, chickens, ducks, geese, pigs, cows and sheep are our poultry and livestock. They are there to lay eggs for us, provide meat and help us with our work. It's just like when we grow crops, we take good care of them and then harvest to fill our stomachs. The same goes for eggs and chicken. If we feed them well, we can eat eggs and meat. As long as we use them to fill our stomachs instead of killing chickens indiscriminately, it's not betrayal."

Lin Lan didn't understand what effect her daily conversations with Xiao Wang had on his young mind until many years later, when the famous art master Mr. Han talked about the source of his creations. He said, "All this is attributed to my mother. She is an ordinary yet great woman. Although she never went to school for a day, she was self-taught and knowledgeable. She taught me many life lessons."

At this time, Xiaowang was digesting the two magical words "trust" and "betrayal", which made him have a mysterious and indescribable feeling.

This was something he had not understood before.

So he fell into thought again.

Lin Lan was used to him being in a daze for a while, so she told the children not to disturb him and just let him be alone.

After the meat was almost processed, Lin Lan started to prepare lunch.

The pig's blood must be eaten. Stew a pot of mushroom vermicelli and pig's blood. Also prepare the ears, tongue and pig's trotters and put them in to cook. When they are cooked through, take them out and eat them slowly.

Since it’s a stew, and we can’t waste firewood, we put our homemade pickled duck eggs into the stew and keep them as pickled vegetables.

Half an hour later, the mixed dough is steamed and baked into hard, golden kasha, which is crispy and fragrant, and the children love to eat it.

When it was done, Han Qingsong and Da Wang came back together from outside and met them on the road.

Han Qingsong handed a big bag to Lin Lan, "This is for you."

Lin Lan took a look. It was a big bag. "What is it?"

Sanwang has a good nose, "What's that smell?"

Lin Lan smelled it and found it was the smell of Chinese medicine. "You bought me Chinese medicine. Where did you buy it?"

She hadn't gotten the medicine that Doctor Xu had prescribed yet. She didn't want to take it and didn't take it seriously, but she didn't expect that Han Qingsong was thinking about it.

Han Qingsong said: "I'll ask my comrades in the provincial capital for help."

Lin Lan saw that he was holding a gray iron box and didn't know what was in it. She wanted to take it, but Han Qingsong took it into the house himself.

She didn't ask.

Lin Lan began to find opportunities to educate the children, "Look at your father, he has comrades and friends, this is a network of relationships. These are good friends, not bad friends. The friendship of gentlemen is as pure as water. It is not about being intimate on the surface, nor is it about hanging out together all day long, but about remembering each other in the heart, keeping in touch regularly, and living your own life on a daily basis. When someone has problems, they help each other."

She also glanced at Da Wang, but he turned his head away and didn't know whether he heard it or not.

Erwang listened with great interest. The other children were all listening attentively while others were just laughing and not taking it seriously.

Han Qingsong washed his hands and said to Lin Lan, "Someone will come to deliver a bathtub in the afternoon. Where do you think we should put it?"

Lin Lan said happily: "Is it done? Just put it in the west room. There's no other place."

Han Qingsong: "After the spring, a small wing will be added to the west."

The ear room is lower than the main room and requires less materials.

Lin Lan said yes.

By this time the house was filled with the aroma of meat, and the children had no time to talk as they were all intoxicated.

Da Wang put the basket in front of her and said, "My grandmother gave it to me."

Lin Lan looked inside and saw a few pomegranates, a gourd of red dates, and a silver carp as long as her forearm. She smiled and said, "I'm tired of meat, let's have some fruit."

Han Qingsong took out the porcelain soup pot he used in the summer and asked, "Use this to boil medicine?"

Lin Lan took a look and thought it should work since iron pots and clay pots couldn't be used anyway. "Okay, let's talk about it tomorrow."

I ate meat today and boiled a pot of Chinese medicine, but the taste was wrong.

She had already suffered two consecutive attacks of Sanwang and Xiaowang today, and didn't want a third attack.

Han Qingsong: "Doctor Xu said to eat it around this time."

The doctor said that I could start taking the medicine every time I came back clean, and I should take it for five days in a row, and it would be effective in three months.

Lin Lan gave him a soothing smile, "Don't be afraid, even the best medicine won't last a day or two."

Han Qingsong, who was coaxed like a child: …………

The whole family was in high spirits over the lunch.

The meat is rich and mellow, and the vermicelli has absorbed the gravy. The mushrooms not only increase the meaty flavor but also relieve the greasiness. They are simply a perfect match.

Everyone's mouths were greasy after eating. Sanwang liked to soak the pancakes in meat soup the most, and his face was covered with it.

In order to enjoy their food more, everyone tried not to look at him.

Lin Lan picked up a few more pieces of meat and put them in Sanwang's bowl. "Come on, little San brother, this is what you deserve."

Sanwang: "..." Looking at Dawang, he smiled and gave half of it to Dawang, "Brother, I'll share with you."

Da Wang glanced at him without saying a word and ate the meat without any hesitation. This was what he earned by cooking the meat with twigs!

Mai Sui and Er Wang couldn't help laughing. As twins, they were very smart and could tell each other's points just by looking at each other. They could always have more fun than others.

Suddenly, Xiaowang held the bowl and uttered an exclamation: "Ah - the meat... smells so good! Life... is so beautiful!" Just these few words actually formed a tune of their own, much like the exclamations in an opera on the radio.

There was silence at the dinner table. Everyone was looking at Xiaowang and found that he was becoming more and more miraculous, just like a tall orchid flower that suddenly grew out of a bed of garlic seedlings.

When Xiaowang saw that everyone was looking at him, he suddenly felt embarrassed, his cheeks turned pink, and he pushed up his glasses and lowered his head to chew the meat in silence.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Sanwang slammed the table and laughed so hard that he almost knocked over his own bowl.

Xiaowang pouted and looked at him aggrievedly, not understanding why Xiaosan Ge was laughing like that.

Lin Lan immediately glared at Sanwang.

Sanwang raised his thumbs up, "Brother Xiaowang, you are this! From now on I will call you brother!"

Erwang and Mai Sui also gave a thumbs up, "Brother Xiaowang!"

Dawang: “Childish.”

"Woof woof!" Wangwang under the table also joined in the fun.

Han Qingsong took a glance around. The air was filled with steam and the children were all smiling happily. Lin Lan, who was sitting opposite him, was also smiling so sweetly and demurely. This... was good. At least he would not regret changing his career and returning.

At this moment, Lin Lan opposite him gave him a coquettish look, and the emotion in his heart was immediately filled with tenderness, and he also looked at her.

The children on both sides of the table noticed their parents' cat stuff and made faces to say, "Look at them!"

They had a square table for dinner. As the head of the family, Han Qingsong should have sat at the main seat, but they were not as particular as other families. Han Qingsong sat at the outermost seat near the door. It was cold there, so he sat there to block the wind for the family.

Lin Lan and Xiaowang sat opposite him, and to the east were Mai Sui and Erwang, and to the west were Sanwang and Dawang.

They sat outside to provide shelter for the younger brother and the girls.

At this moment, Lin Lan and Han Qingsong were exchanging glances at the dinner table, and the children were watching.

Lin Lan's cheeks flushed, and she immediately ate her meal as if nothing had happened. Han Qingsong didn't have much expression at all, and his affection only flowed from his eyes, and he had to tell who he was looking at.

When he turned his gaze to look at Sanwang and Dawang, there was already a scrutiny in his eyes, which scared Sanwang back when he was about to laugh.

"Don't talk while you have food in your mouth." Han Qingsong no longer emphasized that one should not talk while eating, as long as Sanwang didn't scold him like a fool.

…

After dinner, they quickly cleared the table. Han Qingsong helped wash the dishes, while Da Wang and Er Wang were busy playing chess, which they learned in school.

Sanwang watched and cheered, while Mai Sui took Xiaowang to play the radio to listen to songs and storytelling.

Han Qingsong washed the dishes and his hands, then went outside to a sheltered place, used bricks to prop up a simple stove, and placed a porcelain pot on it to boil the medicine.

After a while, Han Qingyun's voice came, "Third brother, the big wooden basin you ordered is here."

When Lin Lan heard this, she hurried out to see that outside there was an old master driving a donkey cart with a bathtub custom-made by Han Qingsong on the cart.

Due to limited conditions, the bathtub naturally could not be as suitable as it is now, and looked more like a taller wooden tub.

But in Lin Lan's opinion, it was a bit too big, and both adults could wash in it. There was no need for it to be so big, it took up space and was expensive, and she thought half the size would be enough.

She thought that the man must not understand this inconsideration and must have made a mistake. However, since he had bought it, she did not say anything and even praised Han Qingsong for buying a good product, which was exactly what she wanted.

When she said this, there was a smile in Han Qingsong's eyes.

Han Qingyun and the old master took down the big wooden basin. Han Qingsong replaced the old master and invited him into the house to drink a bowl of hot water.

After entering the house, Han Qingsong leaned the large wooden basin against the wall so that it would not take up extra space and could be placed on the open space when in use.

When the children saw the guests coming, they moved the chessboard onto the kang and made room for the square table.

Wheat Ear poured water for the guests.

Lin Lan said, "Isn't there meat soup? It's still hot. Give the master a big bowl."

The old teacher got excited and said, "No, no, just drink some water. I came here after dinner."

This is the first time that I can drink meat soup while delivering goods.

Mai Sui still served it for him and added some salt and chopped green onions.

The old teacher thanked her repeatedly, saying that this director's daughter was a rich lady in the past, and it was unacceptable for her to serve him soup.

Mai Sui was very curious to see that an old man was so respectful to him.

After drinking the meat soup, the old master said goodbye. Lin Lan gave him two dimes and said, "Please run a trip, Master."

The old teacher quickly declined, "Director Han paid for the barrels, so we should deliver the goods."

Lin Lan let him accept it. Craftsmen earned their money through hard work. They were not allowed to work alone at this time and life at home was very difficult.

The old teacher thanked me profusely, took the money and left.

Han Qingyun watched Dawang and the others play chess and gave some advice, which caused the children to protest, "Uncle, stop giving me such stupid advice."

Han Qingyun scratched his head and said, "I'm just afraid that you will lose. Haha."

Sanwang: "Uncle, you punch left or right, which one will win?"

Han Qingyun: "My left hand is stronger, so the left hand will definitely win." Then he laughed and went to the west room to talk to Han Qingsong.

"Sister-in-law, you bought such a big wooden basin, are you going to wash clothes?"

Lin Lan: "This is a bathtub, for bathing."

Han Qingyun opened his mouth and looked at Han Qingsong: "Third brother, are you taking a shower?"

Han Qingsong nodded, "Don't you take a bath in winter?"

Han Qingyun nodded and shook his head, "Of course, wash it. Then boil the pot of water and wash it in a basin. Why use such a big one? This family has washed it all, right?"

Han Qingsong bent down and gestured, "Well, a few guys can fit in one pot."

Han Qingyun: Why do I feel like something is wrong? How did it become a mess?

Han Qingsong glanced at him and asked, "Are you okay today?"

Han Qingyun immediately reported in a low voice: "This is not a division of labor with Luo Hai. He is in charge of the county town and I am in charge of several brigades."

When farmers have free time, some idle people have an irresistible desire to spend money, which must be constantly discouraged.

Han Qingsong: "You go."

Han Qingyun: How much do you dislike me? He waved to Lin Lan: "Sister-in-law, I'm leaving now."

Lin Lan smiled and said, "You've worked hard."

Han Qingyun waved his hands, "Serve the people!"

Lin Lan inspected her new bathtub, trying to figure out how to use it and where to put it. She smiled and said, "Boil a big pot of water, let them take a bath, and give them a good scrub!"

Han Qingsong: "We can do it, too."

Lin Lan: “…” I didn’t hear you. Goodbye.

There was no bathhouse in the town at that time. Although there was one in the county, it was not convenient to go there to take a bath every time.

It’s best to have space in your own home.

Han Qingsong boiled the medicine twice before throwing away the residue. It was a large bowl of thick soup, and he also took out a few pieces of rock sugar.

Lin Lan had a hard time drinking, but Han Qingsong was watching over her, Xiaowang was holding some rock sugar ready to feed her at any time, and Sanwang was ready to make fun of her...

Lin Lan could only hold back