C10

"Mu, this thing is harmful, we can't eat it!"

Yang Lili slowly lifted her head. The candlelight flickered, illuminating the beautiful water in her eyes. Her red lips parted slightly, and in the dim light, her face looked even more beautiful than before. However, her gentle and melodious voice carried a hint of tears that could not be ignored.

Qimu was still waiting in silence. She was waiting for an explanation. She was waiting for the cause of the problem.

Even though the words of the cheap mother and the faint sadness on her face were already imprinted into his heart, he had some feelings in his heart that seemed like they were about to break out from the ground.

"Mu, you don't know, this thing was dug out from the courtyard of the village's old woman Ma's house a few years ago. It looks just like the plant you're holding, bigger than yours!"

"That was the year of the famine. Old Madam Ma held that black and dull thing and told everyone in the village that her family was blessed! Bodhisattva only bless their home! "The happiness on your face is even better than it was during New Year's!"

The father looked at his wife. Her eyes were red, and the father's eyes were filled with mixed emotions. He pursed his lips and spoke in a deep and deep voice.

"Later on, when they made a dish with that evil thing, and heard that the thing was not cooked well, Old Mrs. Ma slapped her head, steeled her heart, and carried it to the table. Hearing that their family had seen it, they were all very happy, and the peasants, being vulgar and hungry, began to eat as soon as it was served. However, he hadn't even eaten two mouthfuls when he felt something was wrong. However, it was already too late! The lips and tongue are swollen... "She was pinching her own neck, so she couldn't utter a single word. She could only point at Old Madam Ma until her eyeballs were about to pop out …"

"Sigh, those few who ate it rolled around on the ground. In the end, they weren't able to hold on and left. Old Mrs. Ma had fed it to his grandson, but she didn't eat it herself. In the end, her husband, son, daughter-in-law, and the little grandson … Sigh, she was the only one left in the Ma family! That was a pity. So it turned out to be so good. No matter how poor they were, they were still a family … "Sigh …"

As his father narrated the events, he gazed into the distance with misty eyes, as if he was immersed in the same situation back then. He kept sighing and shaking his head, while his expression was filled with sorrow and regret.

When Qimu heard this, although she had never met old Mrs. Ma before, she also silently mourned in her heart.

In any case, that was still a few lives!

Just like this, because there was no food, no culture, and no taro, he died just like that!

Qimu lowered her eyes and calmed her heart as she asked, "Father, do you still remember the appearance of the things that were dug out by Grandma Ma's house? Was it long and dark? The cut was light yellow, and there were many small holes inside? "

The dead are dead, the living are still alive...

When his lucky father heard this, he tilted his head and thought for a while before saying, "Hmm, it seems like it's the same as what you said. You are strange! You can't say it even if you haven't seen it before! "

My father smiled at Qimu, his eyes warm and kind.

Seeing this, the smile on Qimu's face deepened as she said:

Well, I think he said that he had a relative or something like that who also ate this poison taro and died. Later, he somehow found out that it was poison taro, and that poison taro was not quite the same as me! "

When Qimu was biting the word "good", she emphasized the word "good" on the taro. Her expression was exaggerated as she deliberately teased Qimu.

When mother and father heard this, they looked at each other in tacit understanding. Their expressions eased a lot, and mother even smiled. Her expression was extremely gentle …

Qimu took a glance at them, feeling amused yet warm at the same time. Without caring about the actions of her parents or the look in her eyes, she turned around and went out to get the kitchen knife from the stove.

When his parents saw this, the tenderness in their eyes disappeared quite a bit. The warm atmosphere that had just pervaded them was shattered by a shining kitchen knife just like that.

Qimu acted as if she did not feel anything. She bent down and picked up her taro, holding it up for her parents to see. With a calm and collected attitude, she said,

"Dad, mom, look, is the taro I dug round? It's very different from the one I dug out at Grandma Ma's house."

"Hmm, it seems to be …"

Seeing her parents nod their heads in agreement, Qimu's hand lifted up her knife and in the blink of an eye, she had already cut off the little taro.

Little Yangyang, who was beside him, stared at him curiously with his big round eyes. His body couldn't help but tremble a little when his eyes were dazzled by the sword light.

When his mother realized this, she reached out to hug her youngest son in her arms, patting his soft back in a peaceful manner.

"Look, this taro, is it white fruit, or don't you see those holes in Grandma Ma's house?"

"Mm, yes …"

This time, his reaction was more positive. Even little Yangyang nodded, looking exactly like a little adult who seemed to be deep in thought.

Qimu heaved a sigh of relief. With a clear look in her eyes, she slowly said:

"That's right, my taro is a good thing. It can fill my stomach and save my life!" What Grandma Ma had unintentionally dug up was actually a bad thing, a poisonous taro! How can that be the same? That old grandpa's wife came from the capital; she was a knowledgeable person! "How could it be wrong?!

Qimu emphasized the last sentence. Most of the rural people adore those who read and those who know.

This last sentence was her final conclusion.

This matter of eating, this could be considered as a success!

While Qimu was lifting the lid, a fresh fragrance wafted over. Everyone in the room silently swallowed their saliva. Yangyang was smacking his lips and twirling his little body around as he said,

"What the city people can eat, are the farmers so expensive? "If you guys are still worried, I'll show you around first. If you don't eat this, who else can we eat?"

After finishing her sentence, Qimu had just gotten a bowl. With a lift of her wrist, she straightforwardly took a big gulp from the bowl!

Closing her eyes, Qimu felt the rich fragrance of the porridge and the warmth that slid down her throat. She showed an expression of extreme enjoyment … Fantastic... After taking another big gulp, he revealed an extremely sweet smile …

Qimu's mother and father simultaneously extended their hands in an attempt to stop her. How could they let their daughter take the risk? However, Qimu's movements were a bit too nimble. When they saw that Qimu was still safe and sound, they all relaxed a little.

When he looked at the black pot of colorful porridge again, his gaze was no longer as alert as before. Instead, it was filled with anticipation.

Qimu finished her performance. Hmm, closing her eyes is definitely a performance! Who would close their eyes to eat a meal? They were all for this cheap family to see!

Sometimes, actions are simpler, more straightforward, more deceptive than words! Qimu's eyes swept across everyone's expression, and her lips curled up into a smile. Her heart was filled with joy. See, isn't this easy to fool?

Of course, the taste of the porridge was really good!

It was made from the little remaining rice at home, one of the three fresh mushrooms, the bitter yellow quail, as well as the sweet potatoes she had cut into small pieces, mashed, and stewed into the porridge. It was boiled and made with some salt, so the taste was naturally excellent.

For a family that couldn't eat bran or eat vegetables every day, this was even better!

"Eat, the people in the city can eat, we can eat too! Look at how Mu eats, how fragrant it is! " His father sat down quickly and filled the bowls one after another, his face full of joy.

The first bowl was given to Little Yangyang.

The second bowl was given to his mother.

The third spoonful of soup was easily filled up by his father. Qimu immediately smiled sweetly. Her face was no longer as calm and indifferent as it was before.

In the fourth bowl, his father finally drank it all himself.

Following Qimu's example, he closed his eyes and sighed.

"It tastes so good!"

His deep voice and exaggerated attitude caused the others to laugh incessantly.

Cheap mother covered her face with her sleeves. Her eyes were full of smiles. Her laughter was sweet and pleasant.

After he finished laughing, little Yangyang also imitated his sister, his father and came up with a version of Yangyang. Not to mention that his voice was young and tender, his tone was deep and pretended to be decent. The whole family stroked his head while laughing.

When a family saw this, they were happy. Naturally, there was no need to say anything.

This dinner, which was different, began in repressed pessimism and ended in laughter and joy.

During this time, Qimu mentioned something along the way. She planned to go up to the mountain early in the morning to see if there were any other things she could eat, but her parents weren't as worried as before. They only reminded her again and again:

"Be careful on the road, it's fine if you have it, it doesn't matter if you don't. Our family is not greedy!" You have to go down before the sun goes down! "Also, don't go too deep …"

Qimu smiled and agreed. She didn't want to bother her parents with their nagging.

That night, Qimu slept on the small bed in the room by herself.

He thought about how he hadn't told his parents about planting the taro. When he returned tomorrow, he would have to mention it.

And the rabbit we met last time, how can we get it back? How crafty! It's not easy to catch!

He still had to grab it!

Pure natural meat, not eating it, how wasteful! Even the Creator would blame him!

Perhaps it was because the more he lost, the more he desired.

This was probably where Qimu's obsession with meat came from.

He thought vaguely about it, and felt that Qimu, who was going to be bright in the future, had finally fallen asleep.

However, he didn't know that his mother's actions in the fields in the afternoon had brought him some trouble for a beautiful tomorrow.