“Ahhh…”
"Uh oh, uh oh..."
There were mud marks on Su Qing's pants one after another.
Xiaowu seemed to be addicted to the game, smearing mud all over Su Qing in all directions.
Xiaoliu imitated his brother and rubbed his dirty little hands on Su Qing's clothes, and occasionally wiped his brother's head.
Su Qing was still kneading the dough, her hands covered in flour, but she couldn't stop the two children from making trouble.
The joy of seeing the child stand up was gone.
When Cheng Fangyi saw the two mud monkeys, he quickly carried them away, fearing that if he was a step late, the three of them would be kicked out of the house tonight.
Xiaowu seemed unconvinced. He widened his eyes and tried to get out of Cheng Fangyi's arms.
Cheng Fangyi mourned silently and said: You little bastard, you are asking for trouble, don’t blame me, your father, for not helping you.
So he carried the child directly into the yard.
"Xiaowu and Xiaoliu, you two should sit here and reflect on your mistakes, otherwise you won't have dinner tonight. Wife, I'll help you cook."
After pretending to scold him twice, Cheng Fangyi hurried to the kitchen to show his courtesy.
Xiaowu and Xiaoliu, who were rejected by their own parents, were not discouraged. They leaned against the wall and started digging the soil.
The white and tender fingers have now turned black, and there is mud in the gaps between the nails.
San Ya and Si Ya, who were watching the fun from the side, also gave off-site action guidance, teaching the two little ones how to dig the soil quickly, accurately and fiercely.
From time to time, I would burst into laughter at the funny appearance of Xiaowu and Xiaoliu.
Aunt Liao's grandchildren were also covered in dirt.
But there was no sign of anger on Aunt Liao's face. She walked home talking and laughing with her children.
Old Mrs. Feng saw this and said sourly, "Water is scarce in these households, and yet they let their children make it so dirty. They are really uneducated."
Ever since she heard the word "tutoring", Mrs. Feng always mentions it once or twice in every three sentences to make herself look cultured.
"Why would you care? Your child is so precious, he can't even touch the ground. He's been carried around all day. He's over two years old and can't even walk. I'm embarrassed to tell anyone about it. He's not necessarily clean if he doesn't touch the ground all day."
Ever since the drought began, Mrs. Feng has stopped letting her family waste water washing clothes.
For children, eating is like a battle. The front of their clothes is covered with stains and saliva marks.
In addition, he wets his pants every other day, and when the weather gets hot, the urine smell on his pants starts to spread, and you can smell it from a long distance away.
"Bah, you're just jealous of my grandson's good fortune."
"Oh, yes, I'm so jealous. A two or three year old baby can't even speak clearly, and can't even walk as fast as a seven or eight month old baby can crawl. Look at him, he puts everything in his mouth, so stupid.
But when I think about it being your baby, these behaviors make sense."
Old Mrs. Feng rolled her eyes fiercely, and before she could think of how to respond, Aunt Liao had already disappeared.
Old Mrs. Feng had a fierce look on her face and slapped the dirt out of her grandson's hand.
"You stuff everything into your mouth, like you haven't eaten in 800 years. You're as useless as your dumpling mother. Go back and let your mother feed you."
Old Mrs. Feng always believed that breast milk was nutritious, and she refused to let her daughter-in-law wean her child off breast milk even when the child was two or three years old.
But she didn't think about it. Her daughter-in-law ate wild vegetables and grains all day long and was so hungry that her face was pale and her body was thin. How could her thin milk be nutritious?
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Time passed quickly and it was already the end of May. Every day before dawn the foot of the mountain was crowded with people.
The outer edge of Dahei Mountain was almost completely stripped bare, even the leaves on the trees were not spared.
The cave where Fenglin and Daya used to make soap also leaked.
Fortunately, after Fenglin and his family moved to the foot of the mountain, the soap-making place was moved to the west wing of the Su family.
The cave was bare and the smell had dissipated, so it did not arouse the suspicion of the villagers.
Occasionally, people who are tired of looking for vegetables would stop by to rest.
Now people don’t hand in all the wild vegetables they pick like before. At most they hand in half and keep the other half.
The food in the canteen became thinner day by day, reduced from three meals a day to two meals a day, but the villagers still ate it with relish.
Although the Su family would not go to the cafeteria to eat, they would still take their work points back, otherwise their work points would be wasted.
Today the canteen made mixed flour steamed buns and wild vegetable porridge.
The steamed bread was so hard that you could hear a thud when it fell to the ground.
"Mom, I want to try this porridge." Si Ya swallowed her saliva at the small bowl of yellow and black wild vegetable porridge.
Her friends kept saying that the steamed buns and wild vegetable porridge in the cafeteria were delicious, and she started to feel greedy after hearing it so often.
But every time she came home, the food was fed to the chickens and ducks.
I finally came across this opportunity today, so I have to try it no matter what.
Su Qing didn't directly say that she couldn't eat it, but picked up Si Ya's wooden bowl and filled it with half a bowl.
Si Ya took the bowl with great joy and gulped down a large spoonful of it.
“Ugh…Ugh…”
In less than three seconds, Si Ya vomited everything out.
Not only are the wild vegetables bitter and astringent, they also have a burnt smell.
Maybe the porridge was cooked after the steamed steamed buns were cooked. Si Ya even found a piece of steamed bun skin in the porridge.
"No, no, Mom, take it away." The little girl shook her head like a rattle.
She didn't know why her friends could praise the food so much even though it tasted so bad.
Si Ya, Xiao Wu and Xiao Liu suffered the least among the children, so of course they didn't know that for most families in the village, being able to eat these things was a luxury.
Especially for little girls, because their families favor boys over girls, eating steamed buns is a very happy thing, and of course they will think they are delicious.
"Ahhhhhh..." Xiaowu screamed happily when she saw her fourth sister.
As soon as Si Ya glared at him, he opened his chubby hands and asked Su Qing for a hug.
Su Qing held him in his arms, and Xiao Wu instantly felt confident.
His big, bright black eyes blinked non-stop as he watched Si Ya giggle, with sparkling saliva dripping from his mouth as he laughed.
Seeing this, Si Ya was about to tickle Xiao Wu's soles, but Xiao Wu immediately retracted his feet. He truly deserved to be the second timid and playful person in the Su family, besides Su Qianfan.
San Ya was feeding Xiao Liu.
Xiaoliu ate it mouthful after mouthful, enjoying it so much.
He is not as silly as his fifth brother, who treats meals like a war and always makes his sister angry.
"Xiaoliu, do you still want to eat?" San Ya asked happily as she looked at the half bowl of rice porridge left in the bowl.
"Uh uh uh..." Xiaoliu looked at her third sister and groaned for a long time, then shook her head.
"Then I'll help you eat it."
San Ya picked up the rice porridge and ate it in two or three gulps. She looked as if she had been hungry for eight hundred years.
But before that, San Ya had already eaten a bowl of rice and a bowl of porridge.
Compared with the Su family's worldly life, the lives of most people in the village are not so wonderful.
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