On the way back, Li Mingqing saw Wei Xueyi and Old Man Wei each carrying a bucket of water.
It seems that he went to fetch water from the well in front of the village office.
"Dad, Wang Mazi is such a ruthless person. Why did he make us come out in the cold wind to fetch water without even a shoulder pole? We are guests."
"When you live under someone's roof, you have to bow your head."
"This is the house that Xiuhong's father built. It's not like he built it in a way that's impressive."
"Stop talking. If we don't stay here, we'll have to sleep in the open."
The father and son went to fetch water in unison.
As soon as Wei Xueyi looked up and saw Li Mingqing, he shouted, "Brother Li, let's chat."
"Something happened, I'm in a hurry to go home."
"Why are you like this? I'm so impatient when I talk to you. You have something to do with me becoming like this."
Hearing this, Li Mingqing glanced at him.
"Haha, it's a big deal. If it rains, my mother will get married. If it snows heavily, is it your business? If your house collapses, is it me you blame?"
"If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have been detained at the police station for so long. If I were at home, the house would have been repaired long ago."
"You're the only one who's too lazy to even say a word. You don't do anything at home and you can't even fix the house. Isn't your dad home? There's always someone at home."
When Old Man Wei saw Wei Xueyi approaching with his neck stiffened, he immediately pulled his neck and said, "Behave yourself and don't cause trouble. This is not your own village."
The villagers didn't like them very much in the first place.
If they cause trouble again, they will probably be kicked out of the village.
If it really comes to this, there will be no way out.
Now Zhao Guiying and Wang Mazi have plans to let them leave, saying openly and secretly that the snow has almost melted and they can go home to build a new house.
You can’t just build a new house whenever you want.
The most important thing is money.
Given the Wei family’s situation, I’m afraid few villagers would be willing to help.
Li Mingqing chuckled as he looked at the two people who were hesitant.
What were you doing this morning?
The next day at noon.
Hongbin's mother and Hongbin carried the soaked soybeans and called Mrs. Li to go grind them together.
Sun Jiaxue wanted to put on a thick cotton jacket and go with them.
"Where's Xiaolan?"
"At home, I wasn't allowed out. It was too cold outside."
"Jiaxue, you heard that, right? Xiaolan is staying home well. You insisted on coming out with me. How am I going to explain to Mingqing if you catch a cold?"
"Mom, I'm dressed very warmly, I'm not cold at all."
She was wrapped in a cotton-padded jacket, looking very festive.
Before the four people reached the stone mill in front of the village, they heard the voices of Li Lizhu and Li Mingli behind them.
"Mom, why didn't you call us?"
"I can grind this little bit of soybeans by myself."
Li Mingli took the shoulder pole from her shoulders and said, "I have a lot of strength but nowhere to use it. It's just right for me to grind the millstones. It's warm in the middle of winter."
Li Lizhu and Sun Jiaxue walked together, and Li Lizhu would occasionally lend a hand to support each other.
The two families hurriedly poured the soybeans and soon made soy milk.
Dazhu's mother passed by and saw the two families busy at work and said, "Why are you making tofu during the holidays? My house was smashed, so give me some tofu."
"Auntie, please go and clean up the ruins of the old house."
Don't talk nonsense here. Two or three days will pass and the collapsed house will remain the same as before.
The mother and son were so careless that they never came to clean up.
It seems that he plans to live in Chenghuang Temple forever.
Not only did Dazhu Niang not leave, she came over to talk to us.
"I'm here to look for Jiaxue. I'm giving you Dazhu's medical expenses so I don't have to make a special trip."
As she spoke, she took out a dollar from Li's pocket.
I can't bear to do that.
Sun Jiaxue took the money in her hand without any hesitation.
Dazhu Niang originally thought that she would take pity on her and not accept the money, but she never expected that she would accept it so readily.
Her hand that was handing over the money was still hanging in the air.
She said embarrassedly, "Jiaxue is quite impolite. She accepted it immediately."
"Look at what you're saying. Shouldn't we accept the money for the treatment? Of course we should. The contents of the Ming and Qing medicine box must be counted and settled at the town clinic every month."
Dazhu's mother slandered him, "I didn't say anything. But your soybeans are really good, big and round, better than the ones sold here. Since it's almost the New Year, can you lend me two pounds?"
"You can just go to the State-owned Hotel and buy it."
"How stingy! The more you have, the more stingy you become."
She was wearing a thin cotton coat with patches on top of patches, and was shivering with cold. Seeing that she could not get any benefits, she left in a hurry after staying for a few minutes.
Li Mingli said, "It seems that the Dazhu family is not planning to build a house this year."
"I think next year will be tough too."
"No matter what, you still have to build a house. A nest of gold or silver is not as good as your own doghouse. It's still more comfortable to live in your own home. If you can't afford a brick house, you can still build a mud house."
The thing that is most abundant in the village is soil.
I believe that if we provide meals to the villagers, many people will be willing to contribute.
What's more, every household has nothing to do at this time, and if they wait until the beginning of next spring, they won't have so much time.
"I don't think so. I'm afraid they won't even be willing to provide meals."
"Alas, Dazhu's father was such a good man, it's a pity that he passed away so early, otherwise he would have found a wife for Dazhu long ago."
"It's all fate."
With so many people around, two large buckets of soy milk were ground up quickly.
Li Mingqing rode back and could tell at a distance that his wife was there.
"Wife, are you cold?"
"Not cold at all," she said, leaning over and touching his wrist.
It’s really warm.
Old Lady Li said, "You and Jiaxue should go back first. We'll come home later to drink tofu pudding."
"Mom, big brother, third sister-in-law, let's go back first."
On the way back, Sun Jiaxue said, "This is one dollar Auntie Wang gave me."
"You keep it."
"Look, I've got a pig's trotter. Add some soybeans and make some pig jelly."
"Okay, I'll deal with the hair on the pig's trotters when I get back."
When they arrived at the door, they saw Zhang Chun'er squatting there.
He was wearing a tattered cotton-padded jacket with holes in it and ill-fitting shoes, and he was curled up into a small ball.
She is the child of Murakami Zhang Jinong and an outsider woman named Xiaofang.
My home is at the westernmost end of the village, separated from the village by a main road.
She saw Li Mingqing and said cautiously, "Uncle Li, I have a stomachache."
His face was pale and he was sweating even in such a cold weather.
Sun Jiaxue went over and helped her up, and asked, "Can you move?"
"OK."
She endured the pain and moved two steps to the side.
Li Mingqing went over and took her slender wrist to feel her pulse.
Not sick.
The little girl has her period.
"Am I dying? I'm bleeding all over."
After all, he is only an eleven-year-old child.
"Wife, tell her that it's her period, and she caught a cold in the winter, which is why she has a severe stomachache."
Zhang Chuner's silly mother would definitely not tell her about this, and Zhang Jinong, that rough guy, has no idea about this either.
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