6. The first meal

Cheng hurried back to get the rake, which is the kind of one that bends the head with bamboo strips. After weaving the curved bamboo strips one by one in order, it becomes a rake head. After pressing the handle on it, it becomes a rake, and it will be much faster to hold the grass with it.

Wang Qian saw from afar that the little brother was carrying a rake plow with a basket on his back, and his small body was not as big as a basket. So it's a little difficult to carry these two things.

"Brother, I'll get the rake. You carry the basket on your back, which will be lighter."

"Sister, do you still have a headache? If it hurts, I'll go to the grass alone."

Little Mingyuan touched the big bag on the back of his sister's head, and tightened the scarf on his sister's head with some heartache.

"Brother, it doesn't hurt anymore, but it hurts once in a while. I'll take the medicine when I go back at noon, and I'll be fine in a few days."

Mingyuan saw that his sister didn't look like a lie, so he was relieved.

"Sister, I will take you to a place where others rarely go. There is a lot of grass there, and you can pull a basket full in a while. At noon, ask your mother to cook for us."

Wang Qian has heard the obvious purr of her brother's stomach. Hey, she didn't eat in the morning, and the child was obviously hungry.

Mingyuan took his sister's hand and came to a place. In Wang Qian's memory, this place should be called Donggou, where there are many ownerless tombs.

"Brother, there are a lot of graves here. Do you dare to go in?"

In the past, she may not believe in ghosts and gods, but now she has traveled here, so she can't help but believe it.

Mingyuan didn't know this. He didn't care. "Sister, here are all ownerless graves. For many years, if there were ghosts and gods, they would have been reincarnated. Don't be afraid. If there is a brother there, see if there is a lot of grass in the ditch. Let's

Wang Qian couldn't say that she was timid, so she could only follow Mingyuan and carefully walked into the ditch full of barren grass.

There are several barren graves on both sides of the ditch, but they are dilapidated, and the door in front of the grave has already collapsed.

Mingyuan took the rake and began to hold the grass quickly. Wang Qian followed and put it into the basket frame. Soon the two of them filled a basket. The grass was very light and did not have much weight, but Ming Yuan filled the basket full and pressed it very hard. He could not carry such a weight at all.

"Brother, let's carry it, or you can't carry it alone."

Mingyuan tried a few times before finally listening to his sister's words and passing the handle of the plow through the gap in the basket, so that the brother and sister could carry the two baskets in the middle.

"Sister, can you do it? If not, I'll ask the eldest brother to come and pick it up for me."

"No, isn't it just a basket of grass? We can definitely do it."

But Wang Qian completely overestimated her strength. At the age of seven, she and Mingyuan, at the age of nine, were still the same child. At least the basket that was crushed was still a little heavy. In addition, the two of them didn't have breakfast, and the weight of this grass was really enough for both of them.

The two of them staggered out of the ravine with a basket of grass. Wang Qian walked in front and Mingyuan followed behind. However, along the way, she felt that the weight on her shoulders was getting lighter and lighter. She turned her head and found that the little brother had pushed the basket to his end a lot. No wonder she didn't feel She likes her brother who loves her sister.

When the two people carried the grass back, the house at home was almost built, that is, a few simple pieces of wood were buried in the ground, and a few more pieces of wood were fixed with wire. A layer of plastic cloth was put on the outside, a straw curtain was covered, and the roof was covered with a layer of Nail a window, the window frame is nailed to the wood, and the fixed glass window doors can be turned up and down. The house is built. Uncles helped them make a simple kang and pot stove in the house, but there is a layer of adobe in the middle of the kang, which separates the kitchen from the bedroom, and the chimney is also Yes, let Wang Zhenhe pick it up and use it temporarily.

The kang is ready, but it is very damp, so it needs a lot of fire to burn and let it dry quickly, otherwise the family will have no place to sleep at night.

Helping the Wang family build a house, the people who helped politely refused the invitation of Wang Zhenhe and his wife to stay for dinner. Everyone heard yesterday about the situation of the third family. The food they got when they separated was not enough for the family to eat for half a year, and they can't stay today.

"Wang Laosan, let's go first. Hurry up and make food for the children with your sister-in-law. The child can't help but be hungry."

After sending off the helper, Zhang Lan remembered that there was no grass cooking at home, "Mom, I'm going to pull some grass back."

As soon as Mingcheng's voice fell, he heard two little ones shouting "Brother, come and help me quickly" outside.

Let's come out and have a look. The two children twisted back a basket of grass.

Zhang Lan's eyes immediately had water vapor. The child was sensible but still sick. In addition, she didn't eat breakfast, so there was no strength.

The couple quickly took a heavy basket of grass brought back by the children.

"Silly son, my sister is still sick. How dare you take her out to hold the grass and go into the house with your sister for a while."

"Mom, I'm almost fine. It doesn't matter."

Follow the little brother into their new home. At a glance, the house is simple, not to mention that there is nothing to use for life.

"Mom, there is no water tank at home. What should we do if we drink water?" Mingyuan can see at a glance that an important daily necessities are missing.

"It's okay. After dinner, Mom will go to the supply and marketing agency to buy some. Zhenhe, you can carry a load of water and come back. The children are hungry. We have to cook some rice quickly."

Wang Zhenhe went out, but the children heard the loud voice of his grandmother in the yard next door. It didn't take long for Wang Zhenhe to come back with a load of water, but his face was not very good.

Zhang Lan looked at her husband and said, "Mom, don't you want to borrow the bucket just now?"

"En" Wang Zhenhe answered in a muffled voice.

Zhang Lan understood her husband's inner feelings at this time and comforted him softly, "Zanhe, you don't know what kind of person he is. Why are you sulking? When we put everything in the afternoon, we will be less angry in the future."

Zhang Lan began to cook. Because the new stove was not easy to burn, the smoke in the house was very strong, so several children had to hide outside the door and let off the smoke.

"Mingcheng, have you eaten at home? Don't skip words. The old woman came to their house with a basket and saw several children standing at the door. It was a little strange.

"Old baby, we haven't eaten yet. Mom is making it." Mingcheng replied honestly.

I was very impressed by the old lady Wang Qian in front of me. Yesterday, this grandmother helped their family speak. This person was the wife of her father and uncle.

"Lao Nig, where are you going?" Wang Qian greeted the old lady warmly.

"Tianqian, have you recovered from your illness? Don't suffer from the wind anymore. Go and go into the house with grandma." The old lady took her hand and entered the new room.

Zhang Lan and her husband were cooking when they looked up and saw the old aunt pulling her girl in.

"Aunion, why are you here? Come in and do it."

Seeing the smoky fire in the room, even the old lady couldn't help shaking her head, "Zhenhe, your mother is not me saying that she is really doing evil. Look at what else in your family. Later, you will come to my house to move a jar, bring two jars of pickles, and pick some fresh vegetables back. I can't eat a bite of food. Here, you can eat what I brought for lunch. The new stove is not easy to burn. Don't starve the child.

The old lady lifted the flower cloth covering the basket, took out six pieces of cakes and two dishes for their family, including a half-canned bottle of lard.

"Aunch, what are you doing? You'd better take the oil back."

Oil is a valuable thing, and every family is not rich, not to mention her own aunt, who brought such a valuable thing at this juncture, and even Wang Zhenhe's eyes began to turn red.

"Lao San, my aunt doesn't have much oil at home, but there is always this half of the jar. I don't give it to you to eat. This is for the children. Come and eat. Don't forget to go to my place to get something. Even if it's my aunt gave it to you, I still have something to Just take the plate with you."

The old lady didn't sit down and went straight out of the house.

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