Life in a small village with quiet mountains and quiet waters

Chapter 23 Acting
Holding a pot of rice, two big pieces of meat are piled on top of the rice. Each piece of big meat is as long as a face and as thick as a dollar coin.

In addition to the big meat, there is also a steamed chicken thigh, a white and tender pistol chicken drumstick, sprinkled with a little chopped green onion, the soup on the plate is transparent with a little turmeric, and there is a layer of oily flowers floating on the soup like big and small round cakes. Even if it didn't reach the mouth, it would make people salivate.

There are not only big chicken legs, but more than that. When you look up, you can see a table full of delicacies, such as iron plate squid, steamed pork ribs, dry cut beef, fried chicken racks...

In the middle of the table, there is a pot full of fat sausage fish. The oily red oil seems to be bubbling, and there are sections of sauce-colored intestines with a little white oily flower in the head. Serve with thin white fish fillets.

Gudong!

Gu Siwei swallowed.

I was stretching out my arm and wanted to grab a chopstick intestine to taste it, but unfortunately something happened, I couldn't stretch my arm out no matter what, the more anxious I was, the more I couldn't reach it.

This made Gu Siwei anxious to death.

In a hurry, Gu Siwei opened his eyes.

A table of delicacies disappeared in an instant, and all the eyes saw was a broken roof, with gray grass stems covering several beams with thick bowl mouths.

Gu Siwei was disappointed.

Close your eyes and prepare to sleep for a while, even if you know that what you dreamed just now is fake, but Gu Siwei still wants to smell the aroma of the delicious food on the table again.

Ah ~!

Gu Siwei, who closed his eyes, couldn't fall asleep again. In terms of lying to himself, Gu Siwei's practice was not enough.

Get up if you can't sleep.

Gu Siwei turned over and sat up.

The room was still a bit dark, although the windows like dog holes brought the sun into the room, but such a little light could not illuminate the room at all.

Just about to stand up, Gu Siwei suddenly felt that there was something squatting in the dark corner of his room.

Lowering his head and turning his face to the side, avoiding the sunlight pouring into the room, Gu Siwei found a huddled little girl sitting in the corner of the wall.

While Gu Siwei was watching the little girl's film, the little girl's film was also looking at Gu Siwei with a pair of timid eyes.

After looking at it, Gu Siwei recognized who this little girl was.

What is the surname, Gu Siwei thinks it may be Guo, or it may be something else. Gu Siwei is very vague on this point, but she knows the name, Sicui.

Sicui is the name of the little girl.

There are many bear children in the village, and most of Gu Siwei can't name them. He knows that the name is not because some people want to raise this little girl by themselves.

Although he didn't develop it later, Gu Siwei subconsciously wanted to pay attention.

"Si Cui?!"

Gu Siwei wanted to ask you, little girl, why did you come to my house early in the morning.

Before I asked, I saw a bench in front of Sicui, on which there was a bowl of porridge, not to mention stick noodle porridge, served with dried sweet potatoes, thanks to Lao Gu, now and then a little wild boar can be seen in the porridge Man.

It was delicious to the villagers, but Gu Siwei really didn't have the appetite to eat it. After decades, the stomach raised from refined grains made him feel like rebelling after a visit to the town.

Sicui was a little scared, but she seemed to resist the fear, stood up, bent down and picked up the porridge on the bench.

"Brother, eat, I'll give you the meal from the dining hall... call, call over."

Si Cui, who was trembling and peaceful, spoke like a mosquito. If Gu Siwei hadn't listened carefully, and the village was quiet, he could hardly have heard what the girl was talking about.

"Stop serving the bowl, why are you here?"

Gu Siwei saw that the little girl looked like a skeleton, let alone serving the bowl, when the wind blows, the wind is a little stronger, and it is estimated that even people can be blown away.

"I... I... told Uncle Wu to let me... live with my brother in the future...".

The mosquitoes started buzzing again.

Gu Siwei was a little confused, and thought to himself: Didn't you just forget about it?Why do you still use this trick? This is something that can be done by sending people over first?

Gu Siwei was a little annoyed.

But even if he was annoyed, he wouldn't just get angry at a little girl.

Standing up, while putting on clothes, he suppressed his anger and said to the little girl, "Sicui, I'll go out for a while, I won't eat the porridge, you can eat it."

There is no way to see Gu Siwei's anger on Sicui's side. The little girl is timid, but now seeing Gu Siwei angry like a bull, she was so frightened that she couldn't even speak.

Putting on his clothes and walking out of his room, Gu Siwei stood in the main room and took a subconscious glance, and found that there was a small broken bed in the room to the west. When he walked to the door and looked inside, he found that the broken bed was covered with quilts and everything. , although it is a bit too broken, but there are.

Obviously these things belonged to Sicui, and it was impossible for this little girl to bring them here. They must have been moved here with the help of people like Yang Chuanwu.

Cursing a national curse in his heart, Gu Siwei turned his head out of his yard and went directly to Yang Chuanwu's house.

When they arrived at the gate of Yang Chuanwu's house, they didn't call for anyone, because Yang Chuanwu and his gang were all sitting in the yard, making fruit powder and talking at the same time.

With a cold face, Gu Siwei stepped into the yard.

"Captain Yang, isn't it a little unreasonable to do this?" Gu Siwei said directly without turning around at all.

Yang Chuanwu smiled and said: "Brother Siwei is here, sit, sit, Er Guozi, move a stool for your Uncle Gu."

Er Guozi is Yang Chuanwu's son. He is thirteen this year, and looks not much younger than Gu Siwei in appearance. Now Yang Chuanwu calls his son Uncle Gu Siwei.

To say that Lao Gu's seniority in the sixth team is a bit messy. He is called Uncle Liu Fulin, and he is also called a brother with Liu Dezhu.

For Yang Chuanchuan and others, Gu Siwei's ten-year-old appearance is not a problem at all. If he can hunt, support himself, and support himself well, he is a man. People in the mountains respect such a man and don't care too much. Age, if there is a relationship, it will naturally be based on the relationship.

If you don’t have it, you will be a head of the family, and you will grow up with most of the head of the family, and you will not have to be a grandson just because you are young.

Besides, it doesn't make sense now, even in the village, some infants and old men with grandchildren have to obediently call grandpa when they see them.

Such as Gu Siwei, he himself sometimes thinks it is strange.

Yang Erguo moved a bench for Gu Siwei.

Gu Siwei thanked him, and then sat down, waiting for Yang Chuanwu to give him an explanation.

People like Yang Chuanwu had been waiting for Gu Siwei for a long time. He dumped Sicui to Gu Siwei himself, so he didn't know how Gu Siwei would react.

Everyone discussed it for countless times, and they just waited for Gu Siwei to come to the door with anger today, and then went back according to their ideas.

Therefore, Yang Chuanwu spoke slowly, without any sign of rush.

"Brother Koo"

"Don't dare to take it, aren't you scolding me?" Gu Siwei said angrily.

He looks sixteen or seventeen, but Gu Siwei's mentality is not sixteen or seventeen, and the number of Spring Festivals he celebrates is only a few years less than that of Yang Chuanwu.

"Don't be angry, Siwei," Guo Xiangping also laughed.

Yang Chuanwu sighed at this time: "Brother Siwei, I know you are angry, and I know you can't understand. However, if there is even a little possibility, we will not make such a thing. What is the situation of our Zhuangzi now? You don't need me to introduce you.

I don't need to say what everyone eats.

It’s okay if each family has one or two children, but now which family doesn’t have three or four children, and Uncle Si Cuidang’s family has more... Then you can talk about it yourself.”

Guo Shenggen is a man in his thirties, thin and small, with dark skin. He seems to be not much younger than his cousin Guo Xiangping, but in fact there is a generation difference between the two.

"Brother Siwei, I should support Si Cui due to love and reason, but I really don't have the ability to give Si Cui to you. If I die, I will have no face to go to my cousin..."

Well!You didn't say anything, you came up and put on a big show for me!
Gu Siwei had no expression on his face, but a sneer had already appeared in his heart.

But after the sneer is over, Gu Siwei really can't refute most of Guo Shenggen's words, because his family is poor, not ordinary poor, but really poor.

First of all, there are many children in the family. Gu Siwei doesn't know if it is four or five, and there are two old people on it. Then think about how much land is available for farming in the village, and you can understand that Guo Shenggen is really telling the truth.

What Guo Shenggen said was snot and tears.

It's true that the family is poor, but it's true that he doesn't want to support his niece Sicui. People's enthusiasm for a day or two is fine, but after a long time, Guo Shengen and his wife almost regard Sicui as a thorn in their flesh.

If everything is a little better, people like Yang Chuanwu will not come up with ideas to let Sicui support Gu Siwei.

Of course, why don’t their own families support them? Some families have the ability but don’t want to raise them. Some families have many children. Now the leaders say that more people are more powerful, and there are no entertainment activities.

For those who have a woman at home, when it gets dark, what else can they do if they don't engage in some important human affairs?
Without contraception, this child will not be born in a hurry.

After finishing speaking, Guo Shenggen wiped his tears: "Brother Siwei, I know you are capable, and it is not your job to support a girl, but my family really has no choice. If you think Sicui is a girl, then , I raise Sicui, I will give my son to you, Gouyangzi, Simaozi, you two bastards, let me come here."

The two little ones are about seven or eight years old, and they look like twins.

Don't blame Gu Siwei, everyone in Zhuangzi is poor, and it's not easy to see it when he's one or two years older.

"Kneel down for you, Uncle Siwei, whoever let you Uncle Siwei choose is good luck, from now on, Uncle Siwei will be your real father, and I will be a fart...".

Although Gu Siwei said that he will show his face in two hundred and five decades later, but there is still a limit in his heart. His father is still there, and the family is not broken. He wants to support his son?

Not to mention the emphasis on inheritance and descendants now, even decades later, this matter sounds unreliable.

"Well, you can't do this, how can this be done."

Gu Siwei panicked a little.

(End of this chapter)