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Chapter 7

Zhao Lian said: "Mom, let me go, you rest at home, the mountain road is not easy to walk, and there is snow, you can't bear it."

"Yes, mother," Wu Bo also said, "I can go alone. You have already caught cold, so you can't run around anymore. I can find Ma Po's house."

Grandma Wu waved her hand: "You juniors don't understand. I know this matter well. I will leave early tomorrow morning. Bo'er will go with me."

"Little Lian rests at home, you are not yet confinement, you can't stand the cold, or you will suffer when you get old."

Grandma Wu settled the case and could not be refuted: "It's late, let's rest."

Not giving the couple a chance to refuse, they tiptoed away.

On snowy nights, when the sky is not dark, you can still see the Great Wolf Brigade, and the deep Langya Mountain, hidden in the pure white snow, shadowy.

Sister Damai's house was quiet, and the four girls were all sound asleep, knowing nothing about adults.

Grandma Wu went back to the house, closed the door, pulled out a two-gram gold ring from the crack of the bed frame, took out a patched handkerchief, wrapped it up, put it under the pillow, and lay down on the cold bed, and opened her eyes until dawn , the expression was dignified for a while, and helpless for a while.

Zhao Lian and Wu Bo couldn't sleep either. At three or four o'clock in the morning, Zhao Lian got up, first boiled hot water, and then boiled some sweet potatoes.

I cooked a handful of rice porridge in a small earthen pot alone.

After it was cooked, I took a bite by myself. After about an hour, I didn't notice anything unusual, so I was relieved.

Just in time, Wu Bo came out of the room with Xiao Xiya.

Little Xiya didn't wake up, but to go out, Wu Bo had no choice but to ruthlessly carry her out, use all the warm things available at home, and wrap the little guy tightly.

Zhao Lian glanced at it, and the little guy was blushing from sleep, not feeling sad at all.

"Let Xiya suffer, there are still sparks in the stove, it's hot there, you take the child to sit there, I'll wash you with hot water, eat something, and then feed Xiya after eating, let her sleep for a while. "

"I've eaten rice porridge, and it's fine." Not only was it fine, but Zhao Lian thought it was the most delicious rice she had ever eaten in her life.

It's a pity that there are not many, or else everyone in the family can try it.

Wu Bo's heart sank: "How can you try it yourself, are you really okay? Don't you feel uncomfortable?"

Zhao Lian smiled and said, "Is there anything I can let you feed Xiya?"

Wu Bo thought so too, but he was still worried: "Don't be so impulsive in the future, if you have an emergency..."

"Understood, don't talk about it, go and sit down, I have to go and see my mother."

"Okay," Wu Bo sighed secretly, didn't say anything, washed his face with hot water, and stopped after eating a small sweet potato.

There is a shortage of food at home, so I can't eat it openly. One sweet potato is enough.

Grandma Wu also packed up and came out. She put on clothes that were not all patched, her hair was combed meticulously, and she even changed into old cotton shoes that she treasured.

The cotton shoes I used to wear when I was a girl were made according to her little feet, and no one else in the family could wear them, so Grandma Wu has been storing them for a thought.

After taking it out and putting it on, there was a sense of right and wrong, and Grandma Wu was still sad for a long time in the room alone.

"Mother, come to the stove to keep warm." Zhao Lian stepped forward to support the old lady, sat down in front of the fire pit, and handed him hot water and food.

"I made sweet potato soup for mother. This is easier to digest and warmer. Eat it quickly, mother."

Elderly people are getting older and it is not easy to digest. Sweet potatoes are not easy to digest, and if you eat too much, you will experience acid reflux.

Usually, the old lady only eats half of a piece, drinks some water, and barely survives.

Today was a long walk, Zhao Lian was worried about the old lady's health, so she tried her best to make it better, and even broke up the egg and added it to the sweet potato soup to give the old lady a supplement.

It's still not bright yet, only the light of snow outside and the lighting of sparks in the stove pit.

The old lady had good eyesight and saw the egg flower in the bowl.

Heart was sore: "I can't eat so much, Xiao Lian will bring two bowls, share some out, everyone can eat some."

Zhao Lian disagreed: "Mother..."

"Listen to me," the old lady insisted.

Zhao Lian had no choice but to bring two bowls, share some with Wu Bo, and save some for the children, this is enough to taste.

Wu Bo refused to eat, let Zhao Lian eat.

Zhao Lian didn't eat it either, so she simply left it for her four children.

Grandma Wu didn't persuade them either, it was all parents' heart, she understood.

If it wasn't for fear that she would fall in the middle of the road and cause trouble, she would not be willing to eat a bite.

When Grandma Wu was eating, Zhao Lian woke up Xiao Xiya.

The little guy was very confused, with confusion written all over his face.

Zhao Lian was amused, and fed the rice soup that had almost dried out into the villain's mouth.

As soon as the fragrant and glutinous rice soup entered his mouth, the villain instantly woke up.

Dancing little hands happily begging for food.

The little mouth baji baji, eating very happily.

Every time the little guy eats, the family is very happy.

When the villain had enough to eat and drink, Wu Bo tied the villain to his chest with a sheet, supported Grandma Wu, and went out in the faint halo of early morning.

Luckily today, the snow stopped.

Both mother and son put on a pair of straw sandals over the padded shoes to block the snow and prevent the padded shoes from getting wet.

There are straw sandals, which are also better to prevent slipping.

Little effect, better than nothing.

Xiao Xiya, who was full of food and drink, stopped drowsy and lay in her father's arms, looking at the new world with her eyes wide open.

After coming here for so many days, my eyesight has improved a lot, and I can clearly see my parents, grandma and sisters who are close to me.

This is the first time I go out, and I still can't see things that are too far away, but I can see the white snow all over the mountains and plains.

There is a familiar chill in the air.

Maybe it's been warm for the past few days, and the villain is a little unhappy to feel the cold again.

Wu Bo looked down at the curious little guy, raised his lips, and gathered the sheets to block the cold wind.

Helping Grandma Wu, she said, "Xiao Xiya is very good, she is curious about everything, and she is not afraid of the cold at all."

Grandma Wu's eyes are deep, with wisdom and clarity after years of precipitation.

She raised her lips and said with a smile: "Xiaya is a child with great blessings, but this blessing belongs to her, and others can't imagine it."

"Bo'er, your parents taught you from a young age to be knowledgeable and wise, don't be greedy and don't be attached, everything is fate, don't force it."

"It is already a great blessing for Xiya to come to our house. From now on, we will just treat her as an ordinary girl from the old Wu's family."

Wu Bo lowered his eyes, glanced at Xiya's white and tender face, and clear eyes, and replied: "Son, remember your mother's teachings, whether Xiya is a blessing or a curse, or whether you can keep her or not, she is my daughter." , and it’s just my daughter.”

"If she stays with me for a day, I will protect her wholeheartedly and pamper her."

Grandma Wu patted Wu Bo's arm: "Just as long as you know it in your heart."

The mother and son walked with difficulty through the thick snow.

The mountain road is rugged, uphill and downhill, and there is no flat land.

You have to pay attention to your feet, whether you will step on the air.

For more than ten miles, in this case, it takes only one or two hours for ordinary people.

However, the mother and son, one with a lame leg and one with a small foot, walked all morning abruptly.

It was near noon before arriving at the Dawang brigade.

Both the Dawang Brigade and the Big Wolf Brigade belong to the Peace Commune, and they are equally poor and backward.

As far as the eye can see, they are all dilapidated thatched houses.

(End of this chapter)