Song Liyun stewed the chicken and started working on other things.
The large stove in the clean room was cleaned and hot water was supplied, and she was ready to take a good bath.
Ever since I put on this body and scrubbed it when I went into the water in Xiaoshi Village, I have been traveling for hundreds of miles without a chance to take a shower, and I have already felt uncomfortable all over.
The clean rooms of wealthy families are very particular. The floor is paved with bluestone, the sewage leaves a ditch along the sink, and there is a place for a bathtub next to it.
The bathtub had been chopped into pieces by Song Liyun and thrown into the stove to be burned.
Although Song Liyun is not mysophobic, she will not use a bathtub that has been used by others.
When the large stove in the clean room heats hot water, it will also heat the room, making it very warm inside.
Song Liyun stood on the wooden board, scooped water from the pot with a wooden ladle, rinsed it up and down, and then put on Song Shuirong's new coat. She suddenly felt comfortable from the inside out.
After reheating the water, Song Liyun grabbed Xiao An and wanted to wash him.
Xiao An was very shy when her sister wanted to take a bath for herself, but Song Liyun was not shy.
In her eyes, Xiao An is just a child.
If I get married and have children in the last days, my children will probably be able to do so.
If we could say that she had a blood relationship with the brothers at first, but now that they have gotten along and have a better understanding of the brothers, Song Liyun's heart has become more maternal love than sympathy.
Seeing Xiao An taking off all his clothes, Song Liyun's heart ached.
In the past few days, she only felt that Xiao An was not in good health, but she did not have the intuitive feeling after taking off her clothes at this time.
Malnutrition has seriously affected Xiaoan's physical and mental development.
Xiao An is ten years old, but his development is that of a five- or six-year-old child.
Moreover, the sternum and ribs are raised high and appear deformed.
Even if Song Liyun is not a doctor, he can still recognize that this is a typical rickets disease caused by a lack of vitamin D and calcium.
It has been ten days since Xiao An came out of Xiaoshi Village, and there are still bruises and bruises on Xiao An's body, and there are even more mottled marks left by lice bites and scratches.
Song Liyun suppressed the soreness in his eyes and comforted himself over and over again: He was here, there was still a chance to make amends, and it was still not too late.
After using a large pot of water, he scrubbed away the old dirt on Xiao An's body, and washed his thin yellow hair with soap powder. Then he took out a set of clothes from Song Xiaobao's room.
Song Xiaobao is older than Xiao An and looks healthier. His clothes look longer and bigger on Xiao An.
Fortunately, all clothes in this era require belts, so I rolled up the cuffs and trouser legs, and tied them around the waist with a cloth belt, so I could barely wear them.
Xiao An, who had washed her face clean, was thin and sallow, but she had a delicate face. Her long eyelashes half-covered her slightly gray eyes, which looked like crystal clear spring water. Because of her shyness, she was even more lovable.
Seeing this, Song Liyun couldn't move her eyes away, and her mother's love suddenly burst into her heart: What a cute and pitiful little guy.
Seeing the second sister looking at him with a smile, Xiao An felt embarrassed and turned his head to avoid Song Liyun's sight, looking like a shy little boy.
Song Liyun laughed and said, "Xiao An is so good-looking. If he gains weight, he will look even better!"
When she came out with a brand-new Xiao An, Song Zhenping looked at the clothes they were wearing and was a little stunned.
The casserole dishes used for lunch were all newly made by Song Laoer. Song Zhenping had never seen them before. Seeing that they were all new, he thought that everything in the "treasure bag" was new.
The clothes on Xiao An look particularly familiar now, and they look the same on Song Liyun.
"This...Yun'er, your clothes?"
Song Liyun didn't explain, and just took out a set of clothes and stuffed them into his arms: "Don't ask any questions. There is hot water in the clean room. Go take a shower, and remember to take off this set of clothes and throw them out. We will wait for you to eat."
"oh oh!"
Song Zhenping held the clothes and felt that her brain was a little weak. The clothes in her hands seemed to belong to her second uncle!
Why are there clothes from my second uncle’s family in the treasure bag?
Feeling dizzy, at Song Liyun's urging, Song Zhenping went to the clean room.
After he also took off his old jacket and threw it out, Song Liyun lit a fire in the courtyard, then used a wooden stick to pick up several sets of clothes and threw them into the fire.
The bedding used by the brothers was also thrown into the fire.
The flames rolled through the cloth, and the children and grandchildren inside were living together for unknown generations. The lice and fleas that had grown into sperm were completely destroyed. The crackling sound made the smoke smell of meat.
Song Liyun discovered this in the side room of Xiaoshi Village. The brothers' shabby and old bedding and clothes were full of insect eggs.
Song Liyun was not even in the mood to wash these clothes. She was worried that Song Zhenping would be reluctant to part with them, so she decided to get rid of them now.
When Song Zhenping was also washed and dressed, she dressed in the same way as Xiao An.
Because Song Laoer was obese and his clothes were roomy, Song Zhenping could fit two people in them, and the belt had to be tied four times.
Song Zhenping's hair had been washed, and his hair bandana had been burned by Song Liyun, so it could only be draped over his shoulders.
He was so thin that he was almost like a bundle of cloth.
Song Liyun burst out laughing, and Xiao An next to her covered her mouth in joy.
For a moment, the three people laughed together.
At this time, only half of the bedding and clothes in the courtyard were burned. Seeing the clothes that she could still wear turn into ashes, Song Zhenping felt very distressed. These clothes were worn by her father before his death and were mended and mended until now.
Unlike his melancholy, Xiao An was happy at this time.
By the time the three of them had washed themselves, it was almost dark.
The casserole on the red clay stove was steaming, the chicken was roasting until it was tender, and the potatoes simmering in the hot ashes of the wood fire below also had a sweet aroma.
Song Zhenping set the table in the clean and spacious main room.
A casserole with chicken stew was also placed on the table. Each person had a bowl of radish and chicken soup, and then each person simmered potatoes.
The chicken soup is already full, so adding another potato can be considered a staple food.
The chicken soup simmered over slow fire is indeed different. The soup is fragrant and delicious, and the chicken is smooth and tender.
Coupled with the fresh radish inside, it absorbs the greasiness of the chicken soup and makes the soup taste refreshing.
The stewed potatoes are soft and delicious. Xiao An's cheeks are bulging and his eyes are shining after eating them.
The Song Zhenping brothers have no objection at all to eating potatoes at night.
In their impression, those who had not eaten at night almost always fell asleep half-conscious from hunger.
Now there are chicken soup and potatoes, and Song Zhenping's instinctive desire for food has long forgotten to ask about the origin of these things.
The three of them all had the best appetites and their bodies needed nutrition the most. At this time, they ate and drank without any scruples. An ordinary native chicken was easily eaten by the three of them.
As night fell, the house that was still desolate during the day was shrouded in darkness, and a whimpering sound came from somewhere.
Song Zhenping finally remembered where this place was, and his face began to look bad.
But in front of his younger brothers and sisters, he still has to be the eldest brother, strong and calm.
And now I realize that the house I have tidied up still has many problems.
The window paper in the main room is torn, and the cold wind is blowing in. The hole in the kang has not been cleaned, and it is impossible to burn the kang.
There was no preparation for firewood either.
Song Zhenping's face was burning: Yun'er cooked and boiled water to keep everyone fed and clothed.