C1

At their place, only after they had become Girl would they add the word "Mother". She wasn't called Mian Niang yet, but her parents were all calling her Ah Mang.

Mang was not in a good mood these days and she didn't say anything. When she was eating in the morning, she lowered her head and only ate the porridge made from brown rice in her bowl.

In the end, Mother couldn't bear to see it any longer, so she took a Corn pancake and handed it over to her. She put it aside and couldn't eat it, nor did she want to eat it.

The mood was contagious. A family of five eating around an old table of Eight Immortals was really too low to look up. Even if they didn't want to, that person wouldn't be able to escape their eyes.

Just like that, other than her brother, who had not finished his job yet, who picked up his second Corn pancake, the other three adults did not know what to eat. When eaten by the Corn pancake, it felt like it was chewing on dried up old tree bark. It had no taste and was especially hard to swallow.

Only after drinking a mouthful of porridge that was so thin that the bottom could be seen, could he barely swallow the food in his mouth.

In the end, Abba couldn't bear to part with his bowl of food and directly drank it all down. Only then did he put down his bowl and take out his pipe. It was filled with a packet of dry smoke. When he was searching for flint, he used his eyes to scan the surroundings. Since he couldn't find it, he might as well just give up. He was just smoking. To be honest, it didn't taste anything. It was just a way to relieve the frustration in his heart.

A man in his forties with hunched shoulders, a dark red face, and a terraced head that looked to be fifty years old. It was all life that made him so old.

Mother put down the bowl and chopsticks. There were no tears. Her tears had dried up in the years since she broke her leg. Now, all that was left was a series of sighs.

"Eldest brother was the first to put down his bowl and chopsticks. He really couldn't stand the atmosphere in the room and directly walked outside. After a series of chirping sounds, a voice came over." Abba and Mama, I am going up to the ground. "

No one answered him, so there was no sound outside. It was the same process every day, but what could he or she do?

He put down the chopsticks and stood up. Before his mother could say anything, he said, "I'll go feed the chickens." Her voice was very soft, but one could hear it clearly. She walked very hurriedly, afraid that there was someone in the room who would stop her.

Soon, the sound of chopping vegetables could be heard from the outside. One after another, the sounds of chopping vegetables rang out incessantly. The sounds of chopping vegetables sounded like they were chopping at people's hearts. It was extremely unpleasant to listen to.

Madame Song and Li finally let out a long sigh. Song Youfu stood up and prepared to leave. The two mu of land today would not be completely dug up, it was simply too desolate. I'll leave first, you and the little girl can talk more. "

As a father, he had never been close with his daughter, needless to say, talk about heart. He went out, found the flint at the stove, and finally lit the cigarette. He took a deep drag, and the smoke from his nose covered his red face, but it did not cover his distress.

He picked up the third Corn pancake and started eating with the brown rice porridge in his bowl. The pickled vegetables on the table were like a pig that was stuffing its head to eat, and nothing could stop him from eating.

Half-grown boy, his father was poor after all. He could eat the food of two people with this meal.

Madame Song Li heaved a long sigh. Teeth, eat slowly, don't choke. "

"After eating the three cakes, I put down the bowl and chopsticks, stood up, and picked up my bag from the edge of the brick bed." Mother, I'm going to school. "

A child with nimble legs. As soon as he finished this sentence, he ran away like a wisp of smoke. Madame Song Li warned him. You're not allowed to fight in the academy. " It was unknown if he heard it or not.

The kid's name was Song Zhien, his older brother's name was Song Zhixiao, and his name was given to him by the academy teacher. In order to go by these two names, they even beat up two chickens. Yes, two and a half chickens.

When Brother A was naming them, he gave away half of them, and when he was naming them, he gave away another half. Of course, this matter was something that his mother and he were talking about, and at the beginning he was curious, why not give away an entire chicken, only later did he understand this logic.

When they saw Sister in the courtyard, he was lying down to feed the chickens. He wanted to say something, but when he saw the tense look on Sister's face, he couldn't find anything to say.

Mang watched as he walked out of the courtyard and up the mountain path. Putting aside his bowl of chicken food, he also went in to clean up the table.

The mother and daughter duo were the only ones left in the room. Even though the items on the table were simple and would be cleaned up soon, Madame Song Li still captured the person and said what needed to be said.

"Ah Mi, it's been hard on you, please forgive Abba and Mama, there's really no other way. Otherwise, why would Mother let you change your marriage. "

Mubai didn't stop what he was doing, and neither did her mother stop what she was saying.

My family is poor, if I were to marry Yours, I would have gone to the sect for money. Furthermore, no one is willing to marry me, it's not like you don't know our family's situation.

"Ah Mang interrupted her." Don't say anymore, I didn't say I won't marry. " The floor of the room was swept clean, and her mother's crutches were placed within her reach. After leaving the house, he cleaned up the kitchen and went to get some wild vegetables. After some thought, he put some clothes that he wanted to wash first. Early in the morning, the dew was cold and the clothes were really washed.

Looking at the dozen or so chickens in the yard, he was waiting to raise them and sell them for money.

His eldest brother would occasionally go up the mountain to chop firewood and sell it to the people of the town. However, what he could earn was limited, as his eldest mother was a cripple, she could not do anything else besides sew up, and his younger brother still had to study, which was all money.

She had been doing this ever since she could remember. Every day, she would hunt wild vegetables, feed the chickens, wash the clothes, cook, and stack up her days.

Such a life would last until the day of her marriage. However, who would have known that if she really did marry, she wouldn't be doing this.

The basket made from elm tree stripes was very big and silly. It would take at least half the morning to finish cutting all the wild vegetables in the basket.

Looking at her, pointing at her, saying a few words and muttering in a low voice were actually quite infuriating. Even though he knew they were talking about him, he didn't know what they were talking about. Those small chattering voices always made people feel depressed and anxious for no reason.

Mimi could only quicken her steps and distance herself from the fragmented words.

She had originally wanted to head northwest, but seeing the silhouettes of Ah Gou and Ah Gou from afar, she changed her mind and headed northeast.

At this time, the person Ah Mang didn't want to see the most was her family. Not just her family, she didn't want to see anyone. The way she looked at anyone now made her feel uncomfortable, whether it was mocking or sympathetic, and there was something else she couldn't understand or didn't want to understand.