"What are you flipping through?"
Liu Yafang was holding the things she was going to give to Bi Yue and was about to go into the house to call her eldest daughter when she noticed her youngest son pacing around the dish rack.
Bi Shengsheng (formerly Bi Chen, I will change the previous one when I have time, and accept the opinions of book friends), except that his skin is really tanned, he has red lips and white teeth.
Although he doesn't have the delicate features of Bi Cheng, he should be more manly than his brother when he grows up:
"That half-eaten chicken... Mom, didn't you leave any of it? Not even the chicken feet?"
Oh! This child!
Liu Yafang shook her head: "You're not listening, so why are you so greedy? Why am I asking that?"
Bi Sheng waved his hands helplessly. He wanted to say, "Save it for Grandpa," and lie under Grandpa's banner, but unfortunately the answer was too weak. What's the point of talking about the ozone layer?!
Liu Yafang heard her youngest son's frustrated sigh, and looked at Bi Sheng with his shoulders drooping. He seemed a little angry as he carried the water bottle and slowly walked out of the house.
Bi Tiegang stood by the window and shouted to Bi Sheng who was walking towards the big iron gate:
"Goudan, come back quickly!"
"I know!"
"What a mud monkey." Bi Tiegang muttered softly and went into the hut to give the old man some advice.
Zhao Dashan in the room blushed and felt hot. He had never quarreled with Dacheng and his aunt before. He heard clearly what Xiaosheng asked in the outer room about chicken feet just now.
Look at what has happened, how bad it is!
Zhao Dashan didn't dare look directly at Bi Yue. He pretended to be watching outside and glanced at Bi Yue's face with the corner of his eye. Bi Yue frowned slightly.
Her frown had nothing to do with Zhao Dashan, but Zhao Dashan started talking to Bi Cheng from then on. He didn't dare look at Bi Yue anymore, and when he whispered to Bi Cheng, his mind was not on the topic. I don't know why, why do I feel that this girl has become more powerful?
…
In the warehouse, Liu Yafang grabbed Bi Yue's arm and dragged her to the bright spot by the small window:
"Come, take off your clothes and put this paste on. Hold on for ten to eight minutes. If it doesn't work, take your grandfather to the hospital tomorrow and I'll prescribe some medicine for you."
"Mom, what is this? What does it smell like?"
"This is water boiled with ginger and Sichuan peppercorns. Your grandma always said that every mud house should have some Sichuan peppercorns, but we don't have any. Hurry up, it's hot!"
Still hot? Add some chili peppers? Bi Yue hesitated as she unbuttoned her clothes.
"Mom, can this thing be used? Can it be used as an anesthetic to relieve itching?" He dodged.
I am really impressed by the Northeast folk remedies!
I originally thought that this was a place where some kind of Ula grass grew, so there should also be some grass that can be used to treat allergies.
Now it seems too unreliable. Is it really the wisdom of life that her grandmother passed down from her ancestors? Pickled vegetables, right?
Add some peppercorns and some salt to make her two "little buns" tasty!
"Hurry up. Don't waste time!" Liu Yafang glared at Bi Yue with eyes exactly the same as hers, except that those almond-shaped eyes were filled with red bloodshot, and there were a few obvious white hairs mixed in her black hair.
After a sleepless night, she looked even older. She used to have a beautiful face. This was the mother in Bi Yue's eyes.
Bi Yue let it go, but she murmured in a low voice, a little unwilling to give up: "It was small to begin with, and if it gets hurt again, it's gone."
Liu Yafang slapped Bi Yue's left breast with a white cloth soaked in ginger and pepper water. Bi Yue's face immediately became hot and she instinctively hunched over and backed away, exclaiming, "Oh my God!"
The pepper water was numbing, and then my mother suddenly hit me again. I wasn't mentally prepared, and it felt so good...
The mother was puzzled. She pulled Bi Yue's arms away from her chest and asked:
"Didn't you always complain about it being too big and ugly before? I wrapped it with cloth for you back then, but you complained about it not being tight enough, and you kept grumbling under the covers at night. Now you think it's too small? You change every day!"
"What?" Are you stupid? You think this thing is too small?!
Bi Yue and Liu Yafang looked at each other. Both of them had the same big almond-shaped eyes, and there was something incredible in them.
As the mother and daughter were looking at each other, a high-pitched female voice came from the yard. The female voice had a strong Northeastern accent:
"Oh my god, where's Brother Dagang at home? Why isn't he working in the fields? Where's your Yavon?"
Bi Tiegang hurriedly stepped forward and tried to adjust his expression, but he couldn't muster any enthusiasm. He didn't need to ask any more questions, as he knew that he was definitely looking for the child's mother to help with some work!
What can he do even if he knows? He can’t afford to offend this old woman!
He had indeed asked her family for money, and they had indeed lent him the money. But later, when he went to build a house in another village, even his landlord had heard that he owed money to Fatty's family, and how poor his family was.
Once, when there was a drought in the fields, he was busy with his own land and refused to help her family with the work. The old woman stood in the field and scolded him for being "ungrateful"!
Thinking of the past, Bi Tiegang couldn't help but sigh.
Zhao Laonian is a good brother, but the fat woman in his family is really not good. She is the first one to pay back the debt owed during the famine, but once she owes it, it seems like she will owe it for the rest of her life. The Bi family is almost catching up with the fat woman in terms of long-term labor.
Even if he pretended to be warmly welcomed, Bi Tiegang played dumb:
"Who knows where the kid's mother went? I didn't notice. My family only has a few plots of land. Well, my two college students came back in the middle of the night and stayed at home."
Knowing that Liu Yafang and Bi Yue were both in the warehouse, Bi Tiegang just didn't want to tell Fatty, and wanted to use the two children who had just returned home as an excuse to refuse:
"What's up, sister-in-law?"
…
In the warehouse, Bi Yue held the cotton cloth on her left chest with one hand and peeked out. She heard her mother sigh and ask, "What's the matter?" She didn't dare ask who the person was for fear of being exposed.
After Liu Yafang and Fatty left the house, Bi Yue stood in the slightly dark warehouse with no smile on her face.
Her mother is too honest, not as active as her father!
Also, why do I feel so uncomfortable?
Her mother told her that whenever anyone in the village had a problem, big or small, the Bi family would have to help out, otherwise people would say, "We helped an ungrateful person."
They also take credit for it, no matter who they helped and who they didn't. They all point fingers at you and ask, "Back then, Dagang and Dagang's wife, you came to borrow money, and did I let you two walk away empty-handed?!"
Look, her mother obviously didn't sleep much the previous night, was already thin, and had no energy after being busy all morning, but she still walked out and said enthusiastically to the fat lady:
"Sister-in-law, is the celery dried? Yes, it can be braided after drying. I'll go soak it for you. It's winter now, and the buns and dumplings will have a bit of celery flavor."
…
"Brother Dashan, if that shovel doesn't suit you, why don't you go to the warehouse and exchange it for another one?" Bi Cheng was still thinking in his mind. He and Brother Dashan had a special relationship. Just now when they were playing with the mud on the kang, Brother Dashan actually asked him why he was still hungry. Should he tell the truth?
"Well, then." Zhao Dashan brushed off the dust on his trouser legs and turned to go to the warehouse.
In the warehouse, Bi Yue, with her clothes on, covered her "pepper cloth" with one hand, bit her fingernails, and pondered...
(Monthly vote requested!!) (To be continued.)
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