Song Shiwei was startled, thinking that he was really sick. She was about to push him away and get up, but he grabbed her hand.
"It's because it's uncomfortable..."
The voice was hoarse and low, and Song Shiwei's face turned red instantly due to the heat on her hands.
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The next morning, Song Shiwei felt like she was falling apart all over again. When she got up, breakfast was already prepared and was still hot in the pot. The children had all run out to play.
It's easy to tell that this is a man trying to "atone for his sins" for his actions last night!
He even sent all the children out so that she could have a good sleep.
Well, she forgave him for the time being.
There were steamed buns and a plate of scrambled eggs with cucumber on the steamer in the pot, and thick rice porridge was simmering under the steamer over low heat.
Song Shiwei took the food down, it was still hot!
She wanted to visit Xiao Cui's house today, so she ate breakfast in a hurry, packed up a little, took a bag of salted duck eggs she had pickled earlier, and set off.
Xiao Cui's home is in Jiabei Village, three or four miles away, just west of the army. There is no car here, so people usually travel by walking. When Song Shiwei arrived at the place, it was almost noon.
Several villagers were standing under the big locust tree at the entrance of the village, enjoying the cool air.
Song Shiwei went up to them and asked about the location of Xiao Cui's house.
When those people heard that they were looking for Xiao Cui, they were a little surprised, but two middle-aged men among them were among the villagers who participated in the rescue that day.
They recognized Song Shiwei.
"You, are you the military wife who saved Xiaojun that day?"
Song Shi smiled and nodded: "Yes, it's me, I came to see Xiaojun and his grandparents!"
When one of the aunts heard this, she was immediately overjoyed: "Oh, it's you. Thank you for saving Xiaojun! If it weren't for you, Xiaojun wouldn't be alive! Come on, I'll take you to Xiaojun's home!"
Song Shiwei didn't expect the villagers to be so enthusiastic. She smiled and followed her into the village.
As she walked along, Song Shiwei realized that the village here was even poorer than she had imagined.
Perhaps because of the country's planned economy, fishermen who originally made their living by fishing and selling seafood can only work in the fields. But how much food can the saline-alkali land here produce?
Every year, there is not enough food for our family, so we have to go up the mountain to dig wild vegetables and go to the sea to pick up some seafood to fill our stomachs.
When the weather was bad or it was winter, people couldn't go to the sea, and the wild vegetables died. Many people even starved to death.
Song Shiwei looked at the stone houses in front of him and felt a little sad. Some houses even had most of their roof tiles fallen off. They had no money to buy new ones and could only patch them up with thatch.
When the aunt brought her to Xiao Cui's house, Song Shiwei frowned as she looked at the yard in front of her.
I saw that the houses inside were all built with stones, the yard was overgrown with weeds, there were a few broken baskets placed randomly inside, and a few patched clothes were hanging on the clothesline.
At this time, there was smoke rising from the kitchen, obviously someone was cooking.
The aunt patted the tattered and rickety wooden door in front of her.
"Xiao Cui, Xiao Jun, are you home? Someone is looking for you!"
Xiao Cui's voice came from inside.
"Hey, Auntie, I'm at home!"
As she said this, she ran out of the kitchen while wiping her hands.
The fence of the yard was very low, and Xiao Cui saw Song Shiwei outside the yard at a glance.
For a moment she felt a little embarrassed.
"Weiwei, Sister Weiwei, why are you here?"
Song Shi smiled and said, "I came to see Xiaojun and your grandparents!"
Xiao Cui quickly opened the wooden door.
The aunt didn't forget to ask her, "Xiao Cui, are your grandparents feeling better? I heard your grandfather's condition has worsened in the past two days."
Hearing her words, Xiao Cui's eyes suddenly turned red.
She lowered her head and pursed her lips.
"Yeah, but it's okay. Grandpa just hasn't been able to eat much these past two days and has been sleeping more than usual. Maybe if the weather gets cooler, he'll be fine!"
The aunt nodded.
"Even though it's the beginning of autumn, it's still hot and muggy during the day. Maybe the next rain will cool it down!"
After telling her to take good care of her grandparents, she turned and left.
Song Shiwei handed her the salted duck egg in his hand.
"It's nothing fancy. I brought you some salted duck eggs that I pickled myself. When you don't feel like cooking, you can just boil them and eat them as a dish!"
Xiao Cui looked at the duck eggs and shook her head wildly.
"No, this is too expensive, Sister Weiwei, I can't accept it!"
In their village, who could afford to eat chicken and duck eggs? They were the best of the best. In her mind, only the village chief's family could eat them!
That day in the hospital, they were able to have a meal of scrambled eggs with tomatoes, but they felt very guilty, thinking that they had taken advantage of them. Now they couldn't have the duck eggs anymore.
Song Shiwei knew what she was thinking and stuffed the bag of duck eggs into her hand.
"Don't worry, I didn't buy these eggs. I picked them from the reeds! Come on, take them!"
A few days ago, she asked Zhou Cheng and Zhou Lin to pick up the items according to the marks she made.
She picked up about forty or fifty of them and asked her to pickle them all.
Although it takes a bit of salt, the duck eggs can be kept for a long time.
Xiao Cui was a little surprised when she heard this.
"Really? Sister Weiwei, did you pick up all this?"
Song Shi smiled and nodded: "Really! Can I still lie to you?"
Xiao Cui then happily collected the duck eggs and invited her into the house.
Xiaojun also came out of the house when he heard the noise, but he had been flooded for much longer than Song Shiwei, and there was nothing good at home for him to keep.
He is still a little weak now, but when he sees Song Shiwei, a smile appears on his pale little face.
"Sister Weiwei, you're here!"
Song Shiwei saw that he seemed to be even thinner than the last time she saw him, and she felt dissatisfied and unhappy.
And looking at his appearance, it is obvious that he has not been well taken care of.
I wanted to tell him to take good care of himself, but then I thought, what can our family do to support him?
Especially when I glanced into the house, I saw a pot of freshly made wild vegetable soup.
Song Shiwei's heart felt a pang of pain.
Xiao Cui followed her gaze and saw the pot of wild vegetable soup, and her expression became unnatural for a moment.
"Sister Weiwei, I'll go make some more food! Can you eat here at noon?"
Song Shiwei quickly grabbed her hand and said, "What are you doing? Isn't this already available?"
Now, not to mention Xiao Cui, even Xiaojun felt a little embarrassed.
"Sister Weiwei, how can I let you eat this wild vegetable soup when you come here..."
"Yes, Sister Weiwei, you are our family's savior. How can we neglect you like this?"
Song Shiwei waved his hands: "You can eat it? Why can't I? Let's eat wild vegetable soup today!"
At this time, an old voice came from the room.
"Cui, who's here?"
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