The beauty of the lady

Chapter 3 Trap
"Don't cry, be careful to cry and break your body, isn't it to let you relax and take good care of your body."

Mrs. Zhao nodded, laughing through tears because of her daughter's adult-like words.

"You child, you have learned to comfort people after lying in bed for two days."

Zhou Mei squeezed her eyebrows and smiled bitterly: "I woke up yesterday, and I have been lying in the room thinking about messy things. I always feel that this family can't live with my father alone. We have to think about it for ourselves." There is only one way to do it, otherwise my younger brother will be at a disadvantage because of this, and so will my mother."

"Then what does Meier want to do?" Mrs. Zhao didn't know about these things. After all, she had never experienced hardships since she was a child. Later, things changed and she had to marry Wednesday Zhuang. A lot, but doing no less than other men, which made her somewhat comforted.

Besides, now that she has two children, she has nothing to think about.

She can't die, at least until her daughter and son grow up, even if she is dying, she must live.

Zhou Mei shook her head, "I don't know, but I'm thinking, in the afternoon, go to the mountain to see, if we can catch rabbits or roe deer, we can have meat to eat at night, and we can also add something for the New Year."

what can she doThis is a poor village, one or two taels of silver is enough for the farmers to live on for a year, on Wednesday Zhuang goes home twice in half a month, about [-] copper coins each time, and the rest of the money is spent on medicine for Mrs. Zhao, even that medicine is not good Yes, it can only prevent Zhao's condition from getting worse. If you want to cure this kind of symptom, you don't need to spend a lot of money.

She only knows how to do business, and she doesn't know anything about telling the truth. She can still cook, but in this age when men and women are fighting against each other, which restaurant is willing to want a little girl, and she doesn't have golden fingers, let alone It is said that it is the kind of mysterious and mysterious space spirit spring. Now I only rely on the memory of various books I saw in the library when I was in school in the previous life, but because of the age, I can't remember clearly. This is really a test. People's endurance.

Upon hearing this, Mrs. Zhao frowned immediately, and said in a hesitant tone, "Would you do it?"

"No, it's just a matter of luck. I can catch the best ones. If I can't catch them, there is no loss." When cooking in the past, they were all ready-made in the supermarket. I don't know if she will peel and clean them after catching them.

"At this time, the snow on the mountain is very thick. You don't have to worry about going by yourself. Why don't you let Xiaodun come with you." Zhao said Xiaodun is the eldest son of the neighbor Hua's family. He is 13 years old and works in the kitchen. Zhou Dun caught those fish in the river.

Zhou Mei shook her head: "No need, I can do it myself. If I catch one, I will send one over."

She doesn't like to socialize with people, unless it is absolutely necessary, it was like this in the past, maybe it has something to do with the cause and effect of her parents, and it is still like this now.

Seeing that Zhou Mei's expression was still indifferent, Zhao always felt that something was wrong, but after thinking about it later, she still couldn't figure it out, so she had to put it aside.

After taking off her pants and picking up her shoes, Zhou Mei went to the kitchen. When she opened the lid of the pot, a lot of water had gone down inside, and the soup was also faintly milky white, and the fish inside had been separated from the fishbone. It is also convenient to eat.

She took two bowls from the wooden shelf and filled them to the brim. She also put a lot of fish into Mrs. Zhao's bowl, and took it to the kang room.

"Mother, eat more. There is still a lot of fish soup in the pot. Didn't Aunt Hua say that the fish soup produces milk? Drink two more bowls."

"it is good!"

The taste of the fish soup is very strong. Although in Zhao's memory, this is not a good thing, but after tasting it, he feels that it is the best wine in the world.

"Meier, your cooking is really delicious." Zhao said sincerely.

She hadn't eaten for three days, and she would only drink some water unless she was unbearably thirsty. If she could cook a meal, she wouldn't let her daughter suffer.

The corners of Zhou Mei's lips curled up slightly. She actually looks very good, exactly like Mrs. Zhao. Although she is young and her eyebrows and eyes have not yet opened, she must be a charming person when she grows up. It's just this smile, I have already seen beauty for the first time.

"Eat more if it tastes good."

During this meal, the noses of the mother and daughter were sweating. The hot kang and the hot rice made the hungry two feel very delicious.

Zhou Mei ate half a bowl of rice, half a piece of steamed bread, and a bowl of fish soup.And Mrs. Zhao ate relatively more, one bowl of rice, two bowls of fish soup, and one steamed bun, and she burped a little in the end.

After cleaning up the dining table, Zhou Mei poured a bowl of water for Mrs. Zhao, then tightened the quilt for her, and said, "Mother, it's warm in the room, you can go to sleep first, I'll go to the mountain to have a look after I'm done cleaning up, and set the trap." , I’ll be back, and I’ll go see it tomorrow, it won’t be long.”

Mrs. Zhao didn't stop her, knowing that even if she was stopped, this girl would go out. Her temper was the same as her husband's, and she had to follow through on what she decided.

In the end, he just said something to tell her to be careful, and then he covered the quilt tiredly and closed his eyes.

Zhou Mei tied up the wooden thorns, put them in her arms and went out the door.

There is a vast expanse of whiteness outside. If you are not careful, you really can’t see the road under your feet. Fortunately, a road has been stepped on. Looking at the muddy road stretching into the distance, there are people and livestock. , and rut marks, probably leading to the town.

Walking out of the village, Zhou Mei headed towards the mountain. Because she lived on the edge of the village, she couldn't see any people at all, but she could see that there was still a lot of cooking smoke in the village behind her. Blown away by the cold wind.

Stepping on the snow that no one has stepped on, walking towards the high mountain with one foot deep and one foot shallow, and when we reached the top of the mountain, it has been about an hour.

This is a forest with all kinds of trees, blue can be seen occasionally, such as pines and cypresses.

She looked at the dead woods, found four or five locations, cleared the snow out, then dug a hole, then inserted the wooden thorns upside down, with the tip pointing upwards, and finally found a few dead branches in the woods. Cover it up, then cover it with dead leaves with snow, put a piece of corn bread on it, and go to another place to continue digging.

She dug five times in a row, and when the wooden thorns in her hands were used up, she patted her tingling and cold hands, and put them to her lips, exhaling hot air, but after all, she could only slow down for a while, and the next moment continued to ache from the cold .

After finishing all these tasks, she returned the same way. When she got home, Mrs. Zhao had already woken up, her cheeks were rosy, and there were still a few faint marks.

Seeing Zhou Mei's return, Mrs. Zhao breathed a sigh of relief, and hurriedly greeted her to go to the kang to keep warm.

(End of this chapter)