Song Zhenping was standing in the room, staring blankly at the familiar jars in the corner.
There are two sauce jars, a jar of sauerkraut, and a jar of pickled cucumber and radish strips in the kitchen.
He is very familiar with these things, they are all the treasures of hind milk.
Mrs. Gu is good at pickling vegetables, and the sauce vat and vegetable vat are all things she can only touch.
For this reason, Song Zhenping and Xiao An were beaten countless times, and there was only one reason: they were too close to the jar.
At this time, Song Zhenping looked at the jar, and unconsciously began to feel fear and disgust in his heart. He clenched his fists and even breathed a little heavier.
Song Liyun watched quietly.
In the end of the world, death from mutated beasts accounts for half the damage and half the damage from mental breakdown.
In real terms, many people actually died in chaos and despair.
There is no cure for this kind of psychological trauma. What is needed is a long period of self-adjustment.
What others say about great principles is all superficial.
After passing this level, there will be another level. If you cannot let go, you will still end up dead when you encounter problems.
Besides, I am not a psychotherapist.
Seeing Song Zhenping clenching her hands, trembling all over, she was trapped in memories and couldn't extricate herself.
Song Liyun pondered for a moment, pretending not to know anything, and said with a smile: "Brother, is the meal ready?"
A crisp voice suddenly sounded next to her. Song Zhenping was startled and came back to her senses: "Not yet, what do Yun'er want to eat?"
"Just make porridge and drink it!" Song Liyun opened the pot and prepared to boil water first.
Song Zhenping regained his composure and sat in front of the stove to help light the fire.
Under Song Liyun's guidance, he stammered something about working on the construction site, distracting him from his previous thoughts.
In the morning, the three siblings ate millet porridge and pickles. At Song Zhenping's request, Song Liyun also made a few cornstarch steamed buns, and each of them boiled an egg.
Holding the white boiled eggs, Xiao An and Song Zhenping seemed to be holding a heavy object, their hands were shaking with nervousness, and they were gasping for air.
Especially Xiao An, who has never eaten boiled eggs until now.
It was Song Liyun who helped them peel off the eggshells, put the eggs into the porridge bowl, and ate them with tears in his eyes.
After dinner, the sun had risen, and the Song brothers and sisters were ready to go out to continue repairing the courtyard wall.
The woods outside the house suddenly became noisy, and someone was faintly shouting: "Don't be afraid, everyone, hold on to your sticks!"
"We must first agree that no matter what we see, we are not allowed to run away!"
"Yes, you are not allowed to run away! Anyone who runs away is a bitch of a little mother. A daughter-in-law will steal someone else to raise a man at home, and she will raise other people's children for the rest of her life."
The curses were getting closer and closer, mixed with the crackling and banging sounds, and it seemed like a group of people were coming this way.
Xiao An was so frightened that she clung to Song Liyun's lapel tightly.
Song Zhenping picked up the hoe and ran outside, shouting as he ran: "Yun'er, you two are hiding in the house. I'm going to help to see if any of the pigs have escaped!"
In Xiaoshi Village, pigs often escape from the pen and the surrounding neighbors have to help catch the pigs.
Song Liyun saw him staggering and followed him.
This place is still quite far away from the residents in the town. If a pig can get here, it must be a big fat pig, and Song Zhenping's little guy may not be able to hold it down.
So, the three of them walked out of the half-built courtyard gate together, and were startled when they appeared.
There were more than a dozen people gathered outside, including migrant workers and soldiers.
The migrant workers all held wooden sticks in their hands, while the soldiers held steel knives. All of them leaned against the branches with their backs and looked nervous. When they saw something moving in the yard, they all took a step back.
"Uncle Qin, what are you doing?" Song Zhenping looked at one of the big middle-aged men with a confused expression.
Uncle Qin is the head of the team that manages migrant workers. He should be at the construction site by the river at this time. Why are he here?
When Qin Huai saw Song Zhenping, he immediately shouted: "Daping, are you not dead yet?"
"Death? What do you mean?" Song Zhenping became even more confused.
Xue Xiaoqi, the leader of the team, glanced at Song Liyun and Xiao An and saw that all three of the Song family were there. Then he put away his knife and said impatiently: "What are you doing? You won't come out as soon as you enter this house. It makes people worry that something has happened. Damn it."
Come and collect the bodies for you."
Yesterday, he got the news that the Song brothers and sisters had not returned to their houses. He did not report it immediately, but waited until dawn before going to the camp to say something.
As a result, Luo Baihu was not here, so the other acting camp officers asked him to bring someone over to take a look, so that if something happened, they could help collect their bodies.
Knowing everyone's intention, Song Zhenping blushed.
He kept bowing and arching, saying that he was busy cleaning up the house and forgot to come out and say hello to everyone. He would never do this again in the future, and even invited a few people to sit in the house.
silence!
The scene was not as enthusiastic as he imagined.
No one came forward. The big man, Uncle Qin, stepped back with an embarrassed look on his face: "What the hell, Daping! As long as you guys are good, I'll be relieved and won't go in and sit down."
The others had the same reaction, walking back with stiff smiles.
Although everyone just stood there calmly when they saw the Song brothers and sisters, they still looked weird no matter how they looked at them.
Everyone can see what happened to the two brothers when they lived in the migrant workers' shack.
Not to mention that the clothes did not protect the body, but he was also the most raggedly dressed among the people.
It has only been two days since they last met. The two brothers have changed their clothes and become more energetic. Even the sick child is looking a bit fairer.
What's happening here?
If the three brothers and sisters are now dying, or even turning into three bloody corpses, they can still accept it, and they have expected it.
But now he is obviously not cold or hungry, he is still jumping around, and his behavior of inviting people into the house is even more frightening.
Could it be that there are some ghosts inside that are trying to deceive people?
Not only Qin Huai thought this, but even Xue Xiaoqi, who said he was not afraid of ghosts, was beating his head and kept looking at the three brothers and sisters.
The clothes the three siblings wore were too strange.
Song Zhenping is just a round dumpling made of cloth. Xiao An's sleeves are one long and one short, and there is a strange length of cloth at the hem of the front.
Song Liyun is a little more normal, but her clothes are too colorful, with complicated embroidery, red, green and pink, as if she owns a floral cloth shop, which is completely inconsistent with her personality.
These things are obviously not mine.
Xue Xiaoqi suddenly thought that this house was originally owned by a wealthy family, and it was normal to find some clothes.
But...those are from dead people.
When he thought of the Song family wearing the clothes of the dead, Xue Xiaoqi, who was not afraid of anything, just felt sick. He took a few steps back and said, "You have just established a household. According to the rules, you can come to me to get food and clothes. You can pay them back later..."
Song Zhenping waved his hands repeatedly: "Sir Xiaoqi, we can make do with these things. From now on... I'll look for them later. If I can't find them, I'll trouble you."
Song Zhenping's words were something he had thought about for a long time.
The food that comes out of the treasure bag is fine as long as it is carried on someone's back, but the sudden appearance of clothes is difficult to explain.
If anyone asked, he would tell him that he dug it out of a rubbish pile.
I have to look for it again... Xue Xiaoqi's face is getting worse and worse.