Although Da Zhuang swallowed greedily, he still stuffed the pancake back to Yun Shu.
"Sister, you go ahead and eat. I'll just eat the steamed buns. I'll boil the eggs for my sister later. Master Wang said that I need to eat something good."
The naughty and mischievous boy in his memory was now so sensible that he looked like a grown-up, which made Yun Shu hug him into his arms.
"Da Zhuang, I will never let you suffer again in the future."
Da Zhuang lay in his sister's arms, crying silently, with tears streaming down his face, "There is also Xiao Zhuang. The second aunt didn't feed Xiao Zhuang. I saw it. After Xiao Wen finished feeding, the second aunt squeezed the milk out. I gave it to Xiao Wu, and Xiao Zhuang kept crying. I told grandma, and she beat me and said I was blind."
Yun Shu was so angry that he scolded his mother, "Grandma, with a huge pension for martyrs' orphans, she didn't even let Xiao Zhuang drink enough milk."
Yun Shu gritted his teeth, suppressed the urge to curse, and stuffed the dough into Da Zhuang's mouth.
"Eat, how can you grow up if you don't eat? My parents are gone. As the eldest son, you are the backbone of our family, proving that our family is rich. The more others look down on us, the more we must live well and live better than them."
Although Da Zhuang didn't quite understand what his sister said, he also knew that some people were angry at their family's blue-brick house, and now that his parents were gone, they secretly said a lot of stupid things.
Thinking of this, Da Zhuang took a hard bite of the pancake and said, "Sister, I listen to you, and you can eat it too."
The two siblings drank cold water and ate small noodle cakes. Naturally, they were not full, so one of them ate another steamed bun, which gave them some strength.
But I don’t know what the bun was made of, and it sounded very loud. Yun Shu had never suffered like this in his entire life, and the thought of returning to the underworld after death came up again.
But when she looked at Da Zhuang, who was chewing such a steamed bun that was very delicious, the idea only flashed in her mind and then disappeared.
After eating, Da Zhuang went out again. It was the autumn harvest now. Although the children did not have to go to the fields, they were not idle. They could pick wheat ears and beans in the fields and take them home.
Now there is nothing at home, and the handful of cornmeal given by his second aunt is just enough to cook a meal of porridge. Now that his sister is still sick, he can help her eat more by picking up more.
Of course, Da Zhuang only thought about these things in his mind, but told Yun Shu that he was going to play with his friends.
But Yun Shu, who has the memory of Da Ya, doesn't know what his brother is thinking.
She originally wanted to stop him, but when she realized that there were still things in her consciousness that she hadn't looked at, she just said, "Come back soon, and I'll prepare something delicious for you."
Da Zhuang was about to say that there was somewhere else to eat at home, but when he saw that his sister finally had a smile on her face since her parents were gone, he nodded anyway.
My sister always keeps her word. If she says there is something delicious, then there is.
And now the sister is no longer lying on the kang and not responding no matter how much he cries, the sister is awake.
Naturally, the current Da Zhuang doesn't know that the former Da Ya sister is gone, but a child's heart is very keen. He feels that the current sister is different from before, but he can't tell what is different.
After a long time, when Da Zhuang grew up and had his own career, he realized what was different about his sister at that time. She has infinite energy and confidence than before.
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Yun Shu waited for Da Zhuang to go out, then bolted the wooden door in the house, then lay down on the earthen kang and mobilized his spiritual consciousness to try it out.
Fortunately, the spiritual consciousness I have cultivated for so many years is still there. Although due to physical limitations, I cannot perform 10% of what I did when I was a ghost, I can at least spread it about ten meters away. With one sweep of my spiritual consciousness, I can completely capture this small farmyard. fundus.
A decent three-room blue brick house. In this era, not to mention the Northeastern ravines, even in the wealthier rural areas in the plains, not many can afford to build a blue brick house. Most of them are thatched houses, which are better. It's just a mud house.
There are only two houses like this in the entire Qingxigou, one is Wangye's house, and the other is Daya's house.
On the day they separated, Daya's family could be said to have left home clean. If Daya's mother hadn't invited the captain of the Changbai Brigade, Daya's grandmother would have almost withheld her dowry.
But it was said that Daya, mother and son lived in a thatched shed for more than a month after they separated. At that time, Xiao Zhuang was not yet a year old.
After her father hurriedly asked for leave and came back, he built the house. This made Grandma Daya scold her, and it was quite embarrassing to mention it.
But he said that of the three rooms, the east room belonged to his parents, and the west room belonged to Da Ya and Da Zhuang. However, when their father was not at home, the two children always relied on their mother, which saved one room of firewood.
In the middle is the main room, with the stove in the east and the stove in the west. One can cook and the other can boil water, which is just right.
The houses in the village are all built along the Qingxi ditch and in the valley of the mountain. However, the house of Daya's family is built close to the foot of the mountain, still a hundred meters away from the nearest house.
Da Ya's father has been away from home for a long time, and the house is full of women and children. Logically speaking, it shouldn't be built in such a remote place. In this day and age, wild wolves and wild boars often come down the mountain to cause harm.
But Da Ya Niang would rather face the beast than endure the harsh words from her mother-in-law and sister-in-law. The most disgusting thing is that Da Ya’s grandma and second aunt will beat people, and they will attack in places that are not easy for people to see. .
Therefore, the most expensive thing about building a house for Daya's family is not the three brick houses, nor the firewood shed and cellar in the front yard, but the two-and-a-half-meter-high mud walls in the front and back yards.
This mud wall was built using ancient methods. The main materials are yellow mud and clay, plus glutinous rice, brown sugar, lime, etc., which are rammed layer by layer. It will remain as strong as new for a hundred or two hundred years.
So the front and back yard walls alone cost 200 yuan, but they are indeed safe.
These days, although the land is collectively owned, private plots of one acre are allowed, but if you want to find some land for planting in the mountains, you have to open up wasteland yourself.
The total area of the front and back yards of Daya's house is about one third of the size. In the past, in addition to the firewood shed and cellar on the left, there were several vegetables planted in the front yard on the right. Four old hens were raised in the backyard and a toilet was built. My mother tidied everything up in an orderly manner.
But now, the vegetables have long been picked by her second aunt. As for the chickens, because today’s chickens are raised per head, Daya’s second aunt did not dare to take the live chickens back to raise them, so she directly laid eggs for the four of Daya’s family. All the old hens were killed, but Da Ya and Da Zhuang didn't even see any chicken feathers.
Yun Shu made another entry in the little notebook in his mind for the woman who should be called Second Aunt.
After inspecting the small yard, Yun Shu was quite satisfied with this home. At least it did not leak air or rain. However, the window paper and wallpaper were a bit old and they could be replaced in due course.
The furniture and bedding in the house were all moved away by Da Ya's second aunt and grandma. In addition to two tattered beddings, the two children's second aunt took away even the better changes of clothes and gave them to their six-year-old. His son Wang Xiaowu passed away.
As for the money box and various receipts, they were even wiped out.
Yun Shu sneered. She had always repaid kindness with kindness and revenge with hatred. She didn't care if it pissed her off.
(Because there was a chapter involving politics [not clear], it never passed the review, so now Ah Bi is really frightened and doesn’t know what to write, so a lot of the outline content needs to be re-conceived, and the content in the introduction released in advance is I don’t dare to be a diplomat anymore, it has been changed, 嘘嘤嘤... Regarding the issue of martyrs’ pension in the 1960s, Ah Bi checked a lot of information but couldn’t find it. He didn’t dare to write blindly, so he could only blur it out. Anyone who knows about it , I hope you can give me some advice!)
