The old lady from the Wang family didn't say anything about throwing her chopsticks and throwing the bowl. She took the lead, pointed at Yun Shu and cursed: "What's the matter, are you addicted to hitting us in the face? One time is not enough, you have to hit us twice! What do you want, you bitch?" Why don't I pay for your mother's life and talk to your father underground?"
Wang Dazhi was a little upset when he heard that his granddaughter was not at home for dinner, but the old woman went even further. He stood up in a hurry and said, "What are you doing? Can't you talk to the child? Chunhua, look at the injured Da Ya quickly. without?"
How could Yun Shu allow anyone to hurt herself? Before the bowl was thrown over, she had already subconsciously dodged it. However, her body was not as fast as her brain, and the porridge foam splashed onto her clothes.
She avoided the old lady's extended hand, her expression did not change at all, and even her tone of voice remained the same as before.
"Last time it was like that. It was shameless to call me "Master". It is true that my granddaughter didn't think carefully enough. But if this person has no way to survive, he will do anything. The granddaughter is just trying to find a way for his two brothers to survive. Just come!
As for not having dinner with me today, firstly, it is a happy reunion, and maybe my father and mother will come back to see us three siblings; secondly, the Westinghouse family will definitely come over and let us have dinner at the same table with the enemy who killed our mother. The siblings can't do it.
If I have a chance to see my parents in the future, I think my parents will definitely talk to me if they know me! "
After Yun Shu finished speaking, he glanced at the pale grandpa and said sorry in his heart, "Master, you can eat, we are leaving first." As he said this, he picked up Xiao Zhuang from his arms, holding his eyes red but Da Zhuang, who resisted the tears from flowing out, went out.
When the three children disappeared, the old lady of the Wang family lay on the kang and cried loudly, crying for her eldest son and her own miserable life.
Wang Dazhi stood on the ground, silent, not knowing what he was thinking.
Wang Chunhua looked at her mother, extremely irritated, "What's going on!"
In another room, Tie Zhu listened to his mother's cries, looked at his son who was clamoring for meat for lunch, and his wife who was holding her daughter but inadvertently showing a bit of gloating about her misfortune. He lifted the dining table with a bang, " If you eat, eat, eat, you will eat. Who are you following?"
Yun Shu didn't care about the commotion behind him. He went out, took out the handkerchief made of silk last time, and wiped his brother's face. "Don't be angry, they don't deserve it. Be filial to me from now on. As for the rest, It's irrelevant, life or death, as long as it doesn't bother us, just pretend it doesn't exist."
Da Zhuang nodded vigorously, "Sister, go home and cook. Maybe my parents are back."
The words that scared Mrs. Wang came out of her brother's mouth, which made Yun Shu feel sad. No matter how good and capable she was, she was just a sister. How could she replace her parents?
If Wang Jinzhu and his wife had found out, would they have regretted it?
It's a pity that Yin and Yang are separated, and humans and ghosts are on different paths. Even if she has some ability, she can't return to the underworld now. Of course, I don't know if Wang Jinzhu and his wife are so regretful that their intestines are blue.
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After the Mid-Autumn Festival, the grain from the autumn harvest was almost dry, so the team leader and the village party secretary began to organize the delivery of public grain.
A few days after handing over the public food, it was the National Day, and the flower growers celebrated the 15th anniversary of the founding of the People's Republic of China. Although the mountains were definitely not as lively as the capital, the villagers were also in high spirits. Dayangshu Village Primary School also held a "National Day" organized by Principal Li Shukui. Will perform".
People from the Northeast are good at singing duets. I don’t dare to say whether they are on stage or not, but everyone can sing a few lines.
There is nothing lively and reliable on weekdays, but this National Day performance caused a sensation in all corners of the country.
Yun Shu entrusted Xiao Zhuang to sister-in-law Fusheng, and took Da Zhuang, Haichuan, Zhao Xiaoman, Wang Tangsheng and a group of half-grown children under the leadership of adults to join in the fun.
It’s October and it’s already very cold in the mountains. It’s already necessary to wear a sweater and a cotton-padded jacket over single clothes and pants.
At night, the mountain wind was biting and whistling, which was even scarier than the howling wolves in the mountains.
On this day, it snowed lightly in the sky, and the village organized people to chop cabbage and dig radishes.
In the 1960s, due to the scarcity of plastic, greenhouse cultivation was almost non-existent, so radishes and cabbage were the only winter storage vegetables in the north.
There are also potatoes and sweet potatoes. These two have high yields and are basically distributed as rations. They do not belong to the vegetable series.
Yun Shu and Da Zhuang were assigned an easy job by their grandfather. They followed the girls and wives who were fetching vegetables and sent the rotten cabbage leaves they knocked down to the village breeding farm to improve the food for the pigs.
After the corn harvest in the autumn, cabbage and radishes were planted on the reclaimed land in the village. In addition to the winter vegetables distributed to the villagers, part of the harvested cabbage and radish must be sold to the supply and marketing cooperative, which is similar to the meaning of the task pig.
Those from the production team and those from their own plots have finished harvesting. After harvesting cabbages and radishes, they have to dig sweet potatoes before the frost.
Throughout October, there was not a single day of leisure.
After Yun Shu pulled back all the sweet potato seedlings in the field to feed the pigs for those few work points, a light snow began to fall. At this point, there was basically no farm work in the brigade. The annual cat in the north Winter is about to begin.
But for the Qingxi brigade, in addition to the Chinese New Year, there are three "major events" in the brigade before Cat Winter.
One is to distribute food.
In rural areas, grain is generally divided into two types, summer grain and autumn grain.
Qingxi Village always distributes autumn grain together with winter vegetables before winter.
Because the weather in the Northeast is cold in winter, spring wheat cannot be planted until spring begins. Therefore, the grains distributed now are to be eaten until the autumn wheat harvest in mid-July, but how can the little rations allocated be enough?
Therefore, at the turn of spring and summer, it is often the most difficult time in rural areas. There is no place to borrow food because no one has anything to eat.
Now it’s time to share the food, who doesn’t pay attention to it! Even Yun Shu pretended to be excited, as the saying goes, "when in town, do as the Romans do."
On this day in late October, the light snow had stopped long ago, but the temperature was too low. Although the sun was shining brightly, the thin layer of snow had not melted away.
But even sleeping in the wind and snow did not dampen the enthusiasm of the members. Before the big bell of the brigade was rung, they walked out of their houses one after another and lined up in front of the brigade door early.
When Yun Shu sent Xiao Zhuang to Wangye's house and brought Haichuan and Da Zhuang to the brigade, there was already a long queue in front of the brigade.
In front of the brigade is a flat open space for village gatherings and fighting grounds. At this time, the brigade captain Wang Dazhi, the village party secretary Zhao Yongqing, the captains of the two production teams, as well as the accountant and cashier were sitting at two shabby long tables. It's an old scale.
The so-called old scales are scales that still use the sixteen-liang system. This old scale has a starting point of 50 kilograms and a maximum weighing capacity of 250 kilograms. The scale beam is just over two meters long. When it is used, one person often has to hold it. Scale beam, one person holds the weight.
Behind the brigade cadres, there were neatly stacked grain sacks and mountains of cabbage, radishes, and sweet potatoes.
The distribution of rations among the team must have been calculated. Yun Shu pulled Da Zhuang and Haichuan and did not move forward. Anyway, with me here, the basic rations would definitely not be able to escape.
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