Exile at the beginning: farming with power space

After entering the house, the mother and the others took off their shoes and went to the kang.Meng Yulian touched the small mattress covering her feet on the kang, and then looked at Mrs. Liu.

"Mother, it's not too hot on your kang."

"It's still winter, so it's fine to cook it when you cook at night."

"Mother, how can it be done? There is no charcoal basin in the house, and this kang doesn't have a fire to treat people."

"We go to your grandmother's house during the day. Your grandmother's house is lit and there are many people. It is not only warm but also lively."

Mrs. Liu did not tell her eldest daughter that they would come back to their house except when they were sleeping, and no one came in the rest of the time.

Meng Yulian felt a little relieved when she thought that the kang in her grandmother's house was always warm.

But Mrs. Liu watched the eldest daughter bring the cotton, and began to scold: "Yulian, didn't mother tell you not to take everything from her mother's house, it's easy to make people talk about it."

"Mother, Chang Min asked his daughter to bring it back."

"Changmin asked you to send it back?"

"Yeah. Changmin also said that General Qi asked him to go to the north in a few days and ask if you have anything to bring to father."

Mrs. Liu didn't expect that Sleepy just sent the pillow, so she said her thoughts.

"Mother, you want to make a jacket for father."

"Yeah, just now we were still worrying about cotton, and soon you and Dabao came to deliver cotton." The eldest daughter is not an outsider, so Liu said all her previous concerns.

"At that time, we were still thinking about adding a layer of cotton to the family's jacket, and saving a jacket for your father."

"Mother, how can it be, if you don't leave the house, the cold wind is always whistling."

"Yes. Even if you save your father a coat, your grandfather and your uncle are there, and you start to worry. Even if you don't care about your uncle and your cousin, your grandfather will take care of it, otherwise Even if the jacket is delivered, your father has to wear it for your grandfather."

Thinking of her mother's difficulties, Meng Yulian forced a smile and said, "Mother, you don't have to make trouble this time, cotton is enough."

"Yeah. With the filial piety of Changmin and Dabao, the cotton in this jacket is enough."

Seeing that she helped her mother solve the problem, Meng Yulian couldn't help showing joy on her little face.

Seeing that it was getting late, Mrs. Liu urged her eldest daughter to go back.

After seeing off the eldest daughter, Mrs. Liu went to the house where the old lady lived. (After Mei's aunt and nephew were divorced, there was no wall between the two houses, and they ate and drank together on weekdays.)
After listening to Liu's plan, Li's eyes were red, and he took Liu's hand and said apologetically: "For the old man's share, you should respect him as your children and grandchildren. As for the father and son's share, it is your benevolence and righteousness. For the rest of my life, I don't know if the father and son can repay your kindness."

"Old lady, what kindness is not kind, we want to make a jacket for the second child, and we can't let the old man and the father and son of the big house look at it. Originally, I couldn't do what I wanted, but it happened by chance, and the two sons-in-law gave some. Cotton back."

Mrs. Li held Mrs. Liu's hand and patted it lightly, muttering incessantly: "It's lucky to have you, lucky to have you, if it weren't for you, this family would have broken up long ago."

"Old lady, let's not talk about this anymore, we have to work harder, otherwise we won't be able to finish the four coats."

"Hey, I'll cut the jacket noodles for the four of them first."

When Meng Yutang came back, he saw his grandmother and his second aunt were making jackets. After calling people one by one, he took a quick look and knew that these jackets were for grown men.

Thinking of his grandfather, father, second uncle and elder brother in the north, he felt mixed feelings.

Before going to bed at night, Mrs. Li called Meng Yutang to him, told him where the cotton came from, and asked him to remember Erfang's kindness.

"Tang'er, your father and elder brother may not be able to share these affections, and the big house is counting on you."

"Grandmother, Tang'er has made a note."

Looking at my ten-year-old grandson, when I made him a jacket yesterday, I realized that his stature has grown a bit taller.

Thinking of him being the pillar of the family at such a young age, I couldn't help but feel sad.

The winter night was long, and Fu Xinci tossed about in the space when she couldn't sleep.

Everything that should be planted has been planted, and she will not waste an inch of land, but the big cotton mountain is an eyesore no matter how you look at it.

Alas, someone who was still worried squatted on the ridge of the field and picked a small cucumber, and took two bites.

Xiao Bai smelled the fragrance of cucumbers, and ran over to ask for it: "Zhi Zhi Zhi."

"Here you are." Fu Xinci gave out most of it without hesitation, and continued to eat the little piece left in his hand.

While muttering to himself: "Oh, it would be nice if it were spring now, and you don't need to tie your hands and feet when you do anything. Sigh!"

She drew a long ending sound, which startled Xiao Bai.If it hadn't been inseparable from this human being every day, it would have suspected that the human had eaten something that shouldn't be eaten.It didn't see it, and now it's sick.

Fu Xinci didn't pay attention to Xiaobai's suspicious eyes, she didn't have the mood to talk to Xiaobai now, she was worrying about herself.

It's the twelfth lunar month in a blink of an eye, and the weather is getting colder. Many people are afraid to go out, even if they go to the toilet, they run like wearing rabbit shoes.

I can't help it, it's too cold, and I'm afraid that if I stay outside for a long time, my butt will freeze off.

Fu Xinci sometimes thinks, no wonder there are so many porridges in winter, not only for keeping warm and saving food, but also for the convenience of going to the latrine.

After she came out of the hut, she ran into the house where she lived, and after entering the clean room, she was ready to go to the front yard for breakfast.

Alas, it's a good thing it hasn't snowed in the past few days, otherwise she would wonder if she would freeze to death.

Exhaling and rubbing her hands, Fu Xinci trotted all the way to the front yard.

Breakfast is still millet porridge, steamed buns with three-in-one noodles, cabbage vermicelli soup, and a plate of dried salted radish.

The people in this yard were all hungry, even though the food on the table was sparse and ordinary, they all ate with relish.

Fu Xinci doesn't have a big appetite, a bowl of millet porridge and half a steamed bun with three-in-one noodles is enough to fill her stomach.

Seeing her sister put down the bowl and chopsticks, Yu'er didn't want to eat either.

Han Zhi looked at the unfinished steamed bun in his hand and didn't know whether to continue eating or put it down.

Grandpa Meng pretended not to see it, but spoke to his little grandson in a pleasant manner: "Yu'er, do you still remember what grandfather told you about eating?"

"still remember."

"Yu'er still remembers it very well. Then Yu'er told grandfather, have you had enough to eat?"

"..." Yu'er lowered his head and fell silent. He didn't know whether to tell his grandfather that he was not full yet.

Seeing that the little grandson didn't speak, Grandpa Meng didn't continue to ask questions. He just picked up a small piece of steamed bun that the little grandson had just put on the table, and put it back in his hand.