"Hey, third brother, are you finally willing to leave the Wei family?" Someone who was out for a stroll saw the three members of the Qin family and joked with a smile.
Qin Jianye nodded: "Go back to my mother's place." He didn't say whether he would continue to live there or not. Anyway, he left it ambiguous so that others would not dare to take advantage of the Wei family.
The man didn't care, nodded, and watched the three members of the Qin family leave.
Qin Jianye lowered his head and said to his wife and daughter, "That man is called Li Weiguo. He has three sons. The eldest works at the county steel plant, the second is a soldier, and the third is a scorekeeper in the team.
Two of my three sons are on government payrolls, so they have a strong sense of responsibility in the team."
Therefore, in the 1960s when everyone was hungry, Li Weiguo was still in the mood to stroll around and chat.
He's not very thin either.
Chen Yun nodded slightly: "Okay, I will be a little more respectful when I get along with him in the future."
Qin Jianye nodded and continued to tell the two about the situation in the village.
When passing by a thatched hut, I heard extremely sad cries.
Qin Jianye paused, then saw several young men running out crying and going to the next door to announce the death: "Uncle Dachun, my mother is gone."
"Aunt Mai Miao, my mother couldn't hold on any longer and went to find my father."
"Third brother, I'm motherless. How could I be so useless? I begged for food in the county for seven or eight days and got nothing. Before my mother died, all she wanted was a bowl of hot noodle soup, Third brother!"
Qin Jianye sighed and patted his childhood friend on the shoulder: "My condolences!"
That one sentence was enough to break anyone's defenses. Li Dazhuang sat down on the ground, crying his heart out.
Qin Jianye wanted to leave, but this was a friend who had grown up with his original body, and he felt a little reluctant for a moment.
Chen Yunwei nodded at him considerately, took the cotton quilt from his hand, and left with Qin Siyue.
The two of them said nothing along the way, yet they understood each other. This was the cruelty of natural disasters. If it weren't for the golden finger, his family would have met the same fate sooner or later.
Chen Yunwei held her daughter's hand tightly, fearing that she would say something naive.
Qin Siyue thought about it, but he was not stupid. He understood that the more times like this, the more he should not stand out.
Otherwise, the "comrade's" hunting rifle might pierce through your chest at any time.
The human heart cannot stand the test.
Not long after, the two arrived at the Qin family's old house.
Compared to the day he traveled through time, the dead air in the Qin family seemed to have disappeared. Everything in the house gave Qin Siyue a feeling of peace and tranquility.
I saw that the younger generations in the family had recovered. Da Ya and Er Ya were washing clothes in the yard, and Qin Zheng and Qin Rong were chopping firewood in the corner.
The eldest aunt was holding a hoe, making ridges in the corner, apparently to plant the land, while the second aunt was holding Qin Jinbao, sitting on a bench and directing the two maids to work.
As for my eldest uncle, Qin Jiandang, and my second uncle, Qin Jianjun? Ugh, they're just too chauvinistic, staying indoors. They're so lazy, I wonder how their wives can stand it.
The old lady came out of the kitchen and immediately saw the two people standing at the door.
He snorted unhappily, "You're back!"
Chen Yun licked her face and smiled: "Well, mother, what are you busy with?"
"What else can I do? I have to make..." The old lady swallowed the word "meal" when the words came to her lips.
Although, many people have been muttering these days that her family has found a way out and she doesn't have to die.
But if the matter is not exposed, it has to be covered up.
Annoyed that he almost said the wrong thing, he glared at Chen Yunwei and said, "Go, go, go. I have a headache just seeing you."
If Chen Yunwei's family wasn't so powerful, she would have simply said "get out." Even after a night, the old lady still remembered the frustration and helplessness of being dragged away from the Wei family by two unfilial sons.
"And you, stinky girl, don't just sit there, go help your elder sister and second sister wash clothes!"
The old lady was not so polite to Qin Siyue. Although she was the only daughter of the third family, after all, she was just a little girl, and the old lady did not take her seriously at all.
Qin Siyue pouted and thought to herself, what a lie, what a peaceful life, it's clearly the woman who suffers and carries the burden for the man.
Qin Siyue was about to go over and pretend to be busy when Chen Yunwei stopped her: "Mom, the room hasn't been cleaned up yet. Wait until San Ya is done, then come out to help her two sisters!"
Then he pushed Qin Siyue into the house and said, "By the way, Mom, Dazhuang's mother is gone. Do you want to go over and see her?"
"What, Yue'e is gone? Oh my God, how many of them are you going to take away?" The old lady said as she walked out.
The Qin brothers, who heard the noise in the house, hurried out: "Sister-in-law, please help take care of the house. Your sister-in-law and I will go over to see what's going on!"
As he said that, he took Qin Zheng and Qin Rong away.
Chen Yun nodded slightly, reassuring them. She turned around and pushed open the door and the window, leaving them wide open to let in some air.
"Daya, is there hot water in the kitchen?" Chen Yunwei shouted through the window.
"Yes!" Daya responded and hurried to the kitchen. She poured the hot water boiled by the old lady into the basin and considerately added some cold water into it.
"Aunt San, I put it here!"
"Oh, thank you, Daya!" After thanking her, Chen Yunwei took out a towel from the cotton quilt cover.
This is the most inconspicuous dust towel in her large apartment, but in this era, it is more exquisite and beautiful than the face towels used by many people at home.
Daya saw it from afar and was so distressed that she almost rushed over and shouted to Chen Yunwei not to waste things.
But she knew that she had no right to speak. She was the unloved girl in the family and had no say.
What's more, Third Uncle had saved her and her sister's lives. How could she have the nerve to criticize Third Uncle's family's life now?
Qin Siyue noticed the change in Daya's expression and said to Chen Yunwei, "Mom, this old Qin family is full of hidden talents. I think my grandma has made a mistake."
Chen Yunwei raised her head and glanced at him, then smiled and said, "Well, it's just that the times don't allow it, otherwise, the Qin family would have produced a great figure."
Qin Daya, although she seems timid and insignificant, is actually quite insightful. If given the opportunity, such a person will rise to the top.
Chen Yunwei raised her hand and poked Qin Siyue's forehead: "You, learn from others!"
Qin Siyue giggled: "I have parents who love me!" Really, with the control group, her happiness became more concrete.
Chen Yunwei was helpless and smiled as she asked Qin Siyue to help her.
Qin Siyue helped sweep the floor and wipe the dust. Seeing that the room was much cleaner and brighter, he closed all the windows and doors and came to Daya and Erya.
"Sisters, let me help you!" As he said that, he was about to pick up the sleeve hanging on the edge of the basin.
"Don't!" Daya moved the basin aside: "You haven't washed it before, so you won't dry it. Just watch from the side."
Then he lifted his sleeves and put them in the basin: "The water is cold, be careful of sores."
Qin Siyue looked at Daya and Erya's red and swollen hands and was speechless for a moment.
Although her paws were small, they were free of frostbite. This showed that her original parents doted on their daughter.
Erya looked up and glanced at Qin Siyue's hand, feeling a little envious. She pursed her lips and silently hid her hand under her clothes.
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