This old woman is really good at scolding.
Tang Shiyue sighed inwardly and quickly lay down, then heard Wang and Tang Shirong come in.
Wang cried, "Why are you so stubborn? The three of us are counting on you. It would be better to help you secretly than what you are doing now! What else can you do if you come out!"
She was so angry that she cried and beat him: "You damn child! Why don't you listen? I raised you in vain! You are no longer reliable at this time!"
She hammered with all her might, and the boy's thin body was shaken by her pulling, but he seemed not to feel any pain. He said calmly with his eyelashes drooping, "Mother, since grandma has made up her mind to drive us out, she will not be soft-hearted. I can't watch you live a hard life while I don't have to do anything."
Wang suddenly let go of her hand and started crying: "How could she be so cruel that she didn't even want you anymore? If I had known this would happen, I shouldn't have given you two away..."
She swallowed it all at once and looked at the two of them resentfully.
Tang Shirong didn't notice and walked into the room. He quickly walked to the couch, reached out and touched Tang Shiyue's forehead, and then looked at her face carefully in the light: "Mother, is Yueyue feeling better today?"
Wang just cried, and Tang Shirong sighed silently. He looked around the house for some water, but found nothing.
He went out and found some branches, tied them together, and quickly swept the house inside and out. Then he wiped the sweat off his face and brought in two tree stumps to use as stools. After busying around for an hour or so, the house finally looked habitable.
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It was getting dark. Tang Shirong went out for a while and came back in less than an incense stick of time, carrying a broken iron pot, two bowls, and a small winnowing basket filled with two steamed vegetable cakes and even a leek bun. The aroma of oil could be smelled from afar.
Tang Shiyue was the kind of person who had a strong desire for control and was used to understanding the situation thoroughly. She really wanted to know where these things came from. In any case, they could not have been given by Grandma Sun. This child did not look like someone who would act pitiful and beg for things, so she must have exchanged something with others.
But he had nothing, so what could he use in exchange?
She couldn't think of it, and Wang didn't ask. She was delighted to see him come back with food, so she came over, took the small winnowing basket, and sat down sobbing.
Tang Shirong wiped his sweat, went out and fetched half a bucket of water, poured a bowl of water, walked to the couch, helped Tang Shiyue up, and called her softly: "Yueyue? Yueyue?"
Tang Shiyue opened her eyes suddenly.
This voice, this feeling, is so familiar, just... just like her own brother.
Her brother is fifteen years older than her and has spoiled her since she was a child. She has long been versed in all aspects of life on the set, but when she returns home, he always treats her like a little girl whom he holds in his hands and cherishes. Even her sister-in-law says that her brother spoils her like his own daughter.
I really miss my parents, my brother and my little niece! Why on earth did God ask her to come here?
She held back her tears and looked at him.
The boy was not even fourteen yet, and looked even younger. He was thin and handsome, with gray hair on his face and head. He had a pair of innocent deer eyes, and he looked at her very gently: "Yueyue, brother is back. Come, have a drink of water."
She stared at him for a long while, then drank the water slowly.
Tang Shirong helped her to the head of the bed and went over to put down the bowl. Wang was sitting at the table, eating steamed buns slowly and in small bites. Her expression was sad, but her movements were not slow.
Xiao Yaoer stood aside, her little face so thin that only her big black eyes were left. She swallowed her saliva from time to time but did not dare to speak.
Tang Shirong poured another half bowl of water and fed it to Xiaoyao, saying softly, "Mother, give Yaoyao some."
Wang sighed and gave him a look of deep resentment. That look was just like a wife looking at her husband protecting his concubine.
Tang Shiyue's hair stood on end as at least ten stories of perverted widows flashed through his mind.
Then Wang gave a small piece of steamed cake in her hand to Xiao Yaoer. Xiao Yaoer took it and started to gobble it up desperately.
Tang Shirong washed his hands, broke the remaining steamed bun in half, and gave half to Tang Shiyue.
As soon as she took it, Tang Shiyue smelled the same aroma of oil again. There was a little oil stain on the outside of the steamed bun...but the leek dumpling had already been eaten by Wang.
The steamed cakes here are actually similar to the steamed buns in later generations, and they have no fillings.
Tang Shiyue could only smell the flavor and bite the steamed bun. Although it made her throat hurt, she was so hungry that she could even taste a little sweetness from it.
When I looked up, Wang had already picked up the remaining steamed bun and was eating it slowly.
Tang Shiyue’s hand paused.
Tang Shirong didn't seem surprised. He drank half a bowl of cold water and started cleaning the house again.
So, little brother doesn't need to eat? What's going on with this Wang family?
She doesn't leave any food for her son, nor does she leave any leeks for her children. She just calmly accepts everything and enjoys the best treatment at the moment, as if it's all natural and legitimate?
This isn't my mother, this is my wolf, right? ? The kind with dog lungs.
In the end, Tang Shirong didn't eat anything.
The young boy was busy in the yard until late at night. When he finished, Wang and Xiao Yaoer had already fallen asleep. Tang Shiyue heard him come in, washing his hands while breathing gently. He must have hurt his hand somehow while being busy.
Then he came over and wiped his hands on his clothes, then gently touched her forehead. She subconsciously dodged, and he whispered, "Be good, Yueyue, go to sleep."
She felt like she had found a fulcrum, and on her first night in this space and time, she fell asleep with just these simple words from him.
When he woke up in the morning, it was just daybreak. Tang Shiyue moved around a bit. His body was still in pain, but at least his hands and feet could move.
She glanced at the couch. Wang was sleeping inside, covered with her outer clothes, soundly asleep. Xiao Yao'er was probably cold, so she crawled under the straw, leaving only half of her dark head exposed. Her hair was yellow and messy, just like a puppy.
Tang Shiyue frowned slightly.
Mrs. Wang seems to be a weirdo and cannot be relied upon. She has to find an opportunity to "recover from her illness" as soon as possible.
She groped her way up and checked her body in the light coming through the broken window.
His body was probably beaten with something long like a carrying pole. There were purple marks all over his face, arms, and legs. I couldn't see them on his back, but I just felt the pain and didn't know how severe they were.
But she remembered many things, except why she was injured. She only heard the villagers say that she was sold to someone else at a low price. She would find someone to ask about it in detail later.
Thinking in his mind, Tang Shiyue walked outside while holding onto the wall.
This yard originally had three main rooms and two side rooms on each side. They were all made of adobe. Now some are collapsed and some are broken. The broken walls are overgrown with grass. The only room that is barely habitable is the one and a half main rooms on this side.
Tang Shirong built an earthen stove next to the half-collapsed main house. It was made of stacked stones without any mud or plaster, but it looked quite solid.
Branches were tied to the gate of the yard, thorns were stuck on the broken wall, and the collapsed stones and mud were all gathered in one corner of the yard, leaving most of the yard empty. In this way, the dilapidated house that had been abandoned for who knows how many years now had some life.
I guess the kid thought that there would be no one to take care of him at home after he went to the school, so he rushed to do all the work.
What a good boy! At such a young age, he has already taken on the responsibility of an eldest brother.
Suddenly, someone outside the courtyard wall said, "Little unlucky star! Lululu!"
Tang Shiyue frowned, stepped on the stones, lay down beside the courtyard wall, and looked outside.
Two children were pulling each other at the door of Tang's house. Tang Shirong was carrying a torn wicker basket with some wild vegetables picked in it. He was dodging left and right when a fat black child tore the basket apart, and the wild vegetables were scattered all over the ground.
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