A good time for farming through the ages

Chapter 42 [042] The child brought in
Sure enough, people's heart of gossip, no matter what era, urban or rural, can't change, the aunt is still walking in the field, not on the village road, the old man, the old lady, the eldest girl and the younger daughter-in-law all ran away when they heard the movement When I came out, I didn't see many young and middle-aged people, and I guess they all went to work.

It's not that Mrs. Wang doesn't like to join in the fun, maybe it's because the two children are young, and it's too unsafe to take the children with them.

Therefore, no matter how many people gathered in the village to go to the west of the village, A Niang still bent over to look for wild vegetables in the field. Zhuo Lin looked at it for a while and then continued her work, taking her baby to dig wild vegetables part-time.

But I didn't expect that my aunt didn't come back for more than two hours. My brother was hungry, so A Niang hugged him and planned to go back to make food. Zhuo Lin was also sensible, so she carried a basket and followed carefully. A Niang Holding the child in his left hand, and a larger basket in his right hand, the three of them, mother and child, walked slowly towards the road in the field.

After arriving home, the younger brother kept crying, and the mother could only put him in the seat first, and hurriedly lit the fire. After the fire was lit, and water was added to the big iron pot, the younger brother was hugged and coaxed, and then directed Zhuo Lin helped to burn the firewood, and didn't put down the bean dregs and millet that had been smashed long ago until the water boiled, intending to mix them together as a meal for the two of them.

About an hour later, the eldest aunt came back. To Zhuo Lin's surprise, there was a girl in her arms, and a large group of old ladies and young ladies followed behind, muttering something , the uncle turned around suddenly with a look of impatience.

"Parents don't love this child, mother doesn't want it, grandparents, uncles, aunts, grandparents don't want it, so just throw her away? Didn't I tell the village chief that I raised this child and didn't eat your food? What kind of evil fire is here? Why don’t you hurry home and take care of your own children if you have the time? As for whether my husband agrees or not, I will naturally write a letter to tell you, so I won’t let you care about it. Come on, I’m going to close the door!”

The aunt slammed and closed the door of their house, cutting off the nagging of the eight women outside.

When she turned around, she looked at Wang Juan and the others who were standing in the yard looking at her blankly, pulled her lips awkwardly, and was about to speak, when the child suddenly started crying, the auntie said anxiously.

"Brothers and sisters, do you have anything to eat at home? Look, this child is hungry. Why don't you help me watch it for a while, and I will go home and make her something to eat. Oh, you don't know how pitiful this girl is, almost Being thrown on the ground by her breast, why do you think this person is so cruel!"

Wang Juan hurriedly said: "Don't go home now. I just boiled the paste for the two of them. Sit here and I'll serve it. It just happens to be almost dry at the moment. But, can she eat it? How old is it?"

"It's been seven months. You can eat it. It's okay. Just bring it in a tube. In the current situation, it's hard to digest and you have to eat it!"

When A Niang brought the rice over, she looked at Zhuo Lin as if asking: "Lin Lin, mother will serve you bean dregs, and millet paste for your little sister, okay?"

The porridge made by mixing bean dregs and millet is very sticky and very fragrant. Auntie also chopped wild vegetables and boiled them very badly, but the taste of bean dregs is quite different from that of millet. Zhuo Lin nodded crisply : "Okay, give it to my sister."

The aunt gave Zhuo Lin a grateful look: "Good Linlin, next time I go to my aunt's house, my aunt will make you bean dregs cakes!"

The porridge made by Mrs. Wang divided the millet paste between the young girl and the youngest son. Although Zhuo Lin got the bean dregs paste, it was also very soft. The taste was not so soft, but it was still edible.

(End of this chapter)