Chapter 46 Poverty and Hunger

Song Liang bowed his hands: "Thank you, fellow villagers. Okay, let's start now."

Lian Xiang suddenly stood up: "I remember there are still a few acres of land next to the river beach on the south side. Give it to my family. There are few people working in my family. I want to live next to my mother's house. I wonder if it's okay?"

Before the development of Erdaohe Village, it was a swamp that had been dormant for thousands of years.

The land Lian Xiang mentioned was not good either, because there was a slope of soil. When using a tractor to plow the land, only half of it could be plowed and half left.

How could I disagree? Just now, someone was worried about getting that piece.

The old lady didn't say anything. The second daughter-in-law was willing to live next to them, so let's live next to them. It's better than being far away.

Then, the villagers of Erdaohe Village felt quite guilty.

But he didn't want to take the initiative to ask for the two plots of land, because he would be hammered to death by his family. So

Song Liang's family had to suffer.

The division of the land went smoothly, but Old Song was unhappy. Although there were a lot of shepherd's purse there, he couldn't rely on shepherd's purse for his whole life.

If people want it, they want it, and if they don't want it, it's just weeds.

But there was another big happy event at home, which made him mixed with joy and anger. Of course, he was more happy.

After the land was divided, he didn't even look at his son, and walked out with his wife with a gloomy face. He

didn't talk to anyone on the way.

On the contrary, everyone felt guilty about Old Song, and Old Mrs. Song was angry and worried. This morning, her heart was in turmoil.壗

It was hard to ask in so many people, so when the crowd finally dwindled, she asked anxiously, "How is Tingting, did she have the interview?"

Seeing his wife's anxious look, Old Song suddenly felt like teasing her, and said with a sullen face, "Oh, don't mention it, she didn't get accepted."

Old Mrs. Song's heart sank, and then it fell to the ground and broke.

It's so sad.

How could it not work out?

Xiao Nuan said it was very likely.

Could there be someone more powerful than Tingting, or could she have been internally appointed? 壗

Old Mrs. Song wanted to cry, the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment.

Old Song hurriedly said, "Hurry up, don't do this on the road, and don't mention it when you get home, otherwise Tingting will cry again."

Old Mrs. Song thought that this was not something her daughter should have experienced, and it seemed normal that she was not accepted.

But...but, she still felt very sad.

So, Mrs. Song gritted her teeth and followed Old Song home in a hurry without waiting for Xia Guilan and her eldest son.

Then she saw Song Ting standing in the yard with red eyes.

The weather was good today, and Song Ting took all the quilts in the house out to dry. 壗

Actually, she mainly dried her own quilts because she had to take her luggage away.

Seeing her parents come in, Song Ting smiled at them.

Mrs. Song pouted and wanted to say something, but she held it back.

Because in her eyes, the lady's smile was really too forced.

Mrs. Song stood in the yard without saying a word.

At this time, Song Yu Nuan came out of the house and saw that her grandpa and grandma had returned. She said in surprise: "Grandma, what are you daydreaming about? Hurry up and open the door of the cabinet where you put the new quilt. We need to dry the quilt."

The little old lady was so happy that she was stunned. She had locked the new quilt prepared for her aunt's wedding, and she was the only one who had the key.

"Why do we need to dry the quilt?" Old lady Song murmured.

"My aunt was accepted by the county art troupe. She will report in three days, and then she will live in the dormitory. Doesn't the quilt have to be dried?"

Old lady Song suddenly widened her eyes, and huge ecstasy surged towards her like the sea. The next moment, she kicked the old man who was standing there laughing.

You old thing, you are so old, and you are so shameless, you dare to lie to me! Old

Mrs. Song smiled happily, oh, today is a really good day.

My old lady eats commercial food, she is a city dweller, and she is from the county art troupe, my God, I really want to tell everyone in the village.

Old Mrs. Song immediately told her family: "No one is allowed to tell anyone. It's good enough for the family members to know. Besides, it hasn't been reported yet.

What if something happens? Besides, there is still a three-month probation period." 壗 Ah Sheng: "Then my aunt is not at home all the time. What should I say when others ask me?"

Old Mrs. Song: "... Just say that your uncle found a job for you." "

What job?"

"Temporary worker?"

"Temporary worker in which factory?"

Old Mrs. Song was asked with her eyes wide open: "You little brat, who can ask you?"

Little Ah Sheng was about to retort that he had many friends. 壗

And those old ladies in the village are sometimes willing to ask about things.

At this time, Xia Guilan and Song Liang pushed open the gate and walked in, saying, "Mom and Dad, you left too fast."

Then they were pulled into the house and learned this great news.

Song Liang and Xia Guilan were naturally happy, but they had the same idea as the old lady, not to make it public.

So, they kept their excitement in their hearts and remained calm on the surface. Old Lady Song was still happily taking the quilt, while Song Ting went to the kitchen to prepare lunch.

Not long after, Lian Xiang and Song He's family came again, also anxious to know about Tingting.

Song Yunuan still quietly pulled Song Liang over and said seriously: "Dad, my aunt still needs to be reviewed." 壗

Song Liang immediately understood that he was a member of the workers and peasants, and he was extremely serious: "I swear on my faith that I, Song Liang, am innocent and live an honest life!"

Song Yunuan laughed.

They had lunch together.

Song Ting made the noodles and Xia Guilan made the pancakes, which were crispy and fragrant, paired with sauerkraut soup and sprinkled with a little dried chili fried in a large iron pan. It was simply delicious. Song Yu Nuan

found that she had a very good appetite now. In the past, she would not eat a single pancake, either because it had too much oil or because she simply did not like it and would feel sick at the sight of it. Now, after finishing one, she wants to eat a second one.

Sure enough, the best way to cure picky eating is poverty and hunger.

Song Liang still has to distribute farm tools, and after that he has to go to the commune. He goes to the brigade headquarters first, and Song He goes with him. 壗

Tomorrow we are going to deliver shepherd's purse, and Old Song takes everyone to the Nanwo field with baskets on their backs and baskets in their hands.

There is little rain in spring, and the fields look good.

On weekdays, it is a time for rest, but today the roads and fields are full of people.

The feeling is different when the land belongs to the collective and to the individual.

In the past, when we saw weeds in the field, we pulled them if we wanted to, and let them grow if we didn't want to, anyway, we all shared the harvest.

But today it was not possible. Aunt Liu from the west end of the village shouted angrily to Zhao Mantun who was walking through her field: "Stop right there, your big feet have trampled my field, get out!"

Zhao Mantun was in his twenties, a strong and sturdy man. He was frightened by Aunt Liu's shouting. He did not dare to provoke Aunt Liu, who had a fierce temper, and immediately turned around and walked back. He had not walked a few steps when he was stopped again: "Stop, do you want to trample it again?" Zhao Mantun

had to continue walking forward.

"Zhao Mantun, do you want to trample all over my land? Hey, the land was finally turned over, and you stepped on it, so why don't you turn it over?"

Zhao Mantun stood there, really in a dilemma.

The onlookers laughed.

"Zhao Mantun, you'd better come out with your feet on your shoulders, otherwise Aunt Liu won't forgive you!"

Song Yu Nuan also laughed.

These people are quite funny.