Su Hua scratched his head and asked in confusion: "Dad, what is Sangmenxing?"
Su Sanlang's face was full of pain, and tears fell to the ground. He did not answer his son's question because his heart was sore and painful, and he could not speak.
He even dared not look at his sons, fearing that they would be frightened and upset if they saw him crying, because he was their heaven and the mountain that supported and protected them.
Su Sanlang quickened his pace, and Su Chong and Su Hua soon forgot to wait for the answer and trotted to keep up.
Su Sanmei hugged Su Xiaolu and walked quickly.
Su Xiaolu couldn't sleep. She was really afraid that the thin third sister would fall and be thrown away. Fortunately, although the third sister was thin, her steps were absolutely sure.
Along the way, many people from the same village came out to watch, but no one said anything.
Su Sanlang didn't have time to talk to anyone. The Su family's old house was at the end of the village, and it was quite a walk from the last house at the end of the village.
On the mountainside behind the village, the few acres of thin land that continues up the mountain forest behind the house are covered with weeds, and will become their family's source of food in the future.
The roof of the old house is somewhat broken.
The earthen walls of the walls are also broken in many places. There is still moss on the walls. The bottom of the wooden door is rotten, and a child of three or five years old can get through directly.
The only advantage is that the light is bright.
The weeds around the house are also leg-high, and the old well is also covered with aquatic plants, and the water is smelly.
The old house that had been abandoned for decades once again welcomed a new owner.
There was melancholy in Mrs. Zhao's eyes, and Su Sanlang smiled at him and said: "My dear mother, you have a good rest first. You haven't eaten anything today. Let's just clean up the house tomorrow. I'll go make a fire to wash the rice and cook.
Our family will have a full meal today."
Mrs. Zhao said worriedly: "Daddy, I'm not hungry. We don't have much food and it's winter, so we should save some food."
The food was distributed well, but Mrs. Zhao didn't want to eat more.
Su Sanlang smoothed Zhao's hair and said: "My dear, don't worry, there are a lot of things in the mountains. Our family will definitely be able to get better and better. This first meal must be full and make a good start."
, I’ll have a full meal every time from now on.”
Zhao couldn't refute, so she nodded heavily with red eyes: "Okay."
No matter whether this winter can pass or not, their family will be together, living together and dying together.
Zhao was still too weak to get out of bed, but her heart was with her family.
She heard Su Sanlang asking Su Sanmei to make a fire and cook together. She heard Su Sanlang asking Brother Chong and Brother Hua to weed the yard, and let his two sons compete in weeding. Whoever wins can eat more at night.
a piece of meat.
Both brothers competed and worked hard.
She also heard a chicken crow outside the house.
Soon, the smell of fireworks began.
Mrs. Zhao lowered her eyes and looked at the sleeping Su Xiaolu tenderly, and murmured softly: "Fourth sister, we will definitely be better off if we can get through it, right?"
The sun was setting in the west, and the red glow at dusk was very beautiful. Looking at the glow coming through, Ms. Zhao felt that it was extremely beautiful.
In that home, the family lived in a dimly lit back room and had never seen the glow of the sun.
So beautiful.
After dark, Su Sanlang cooked bacon soup and fragrant white rice, and filled a large bowl for Zhao.
Helping Mrs. Zhao to sit up and eat, Su Sanlang said with some shame: "Those two chickens, one male and one female, the hens didn't lay eggs, otherwise you would be able to eat eggs. Next year we will also have a brood of chickens."
, then I will kill two chickens for you to eat."
Zhao had just given birth and was about to take nutritional supplements, but he couldn't give her anything.
Mrs. Zhao smiled and said: "I don't like eating chicken. I will keep the money from selling it for you two to make clothes. If you scoop so much for me, have you eaten it? Will Brother Chong, Third Sister and others still have enough to eat?"
"
Although life was very hard, her heart was always sweet because Su Sanlang was kind to her.
The two couples looked at each other and smiled.
After saying that, Ms. Zhao couldn't eat anymore: "Go and get a bowl. I have a small appetite. I can eat so much. I'll share half of it."
Su Sanlang's eyes were red, he was slightly choked, and said: "Eat, I cooked four bowls of rice, there is too much, and I can't finish it. My little girl hasn't had any milk yet, so she must be starving. You can eat it alone."
I have to feed two people."
Su Xiaolu was so well-behaved. If Doctor Wu hadn't said there was nothing wrong with him, Su Sanlang would have thought the child was unhealthy.
This child seemed to know what was going on at home. She didn't cry when she woke up several times. She just changed her diapers a few times, fed her a little water, and then she could continue to sleep.
When Su Sanlang said this, Zhao did not refuse and started to eat.
But she also pushed Su Sanlang out to eat. Su Sanlang smiled and nodded and went out. Before leaving, he said, "My dear, just eat. If you don't eat enough, call me. There is still more in the pot."
Mrs. Zhao nodded with tears in her eyes.
She ate carefully, not daring to drop a grain of rice. With this meal, everyone in the family was full.
Not long after Mrs. Zhao finished eating, she started to feed Su Xiaolu.
Su Xiaolu was also very cooperative. After being hungry for a long time, she was full.
After eating, Ms. Zhao felt better. Before going to bed, Su Sanlang boiled some medicine for her to drink. Ms. Zhao naturally knew that the medicine was hard-won, so she drank every drop.
With two rooms and two beds, the tired family fell asleep.
Late at night, Su Xiaolu put her little hand on Zhao's lips and continued to feed her spiritual spring water.
Mrs. Zhao woke up in a daze, startled, and quickly pushed Su Xiaolu away. She muttered: "I was full at night, why did you eat your little hand again?"
With that said, Ms. Zhao got up, changed Su Xiaolu's diaper, then wrapped her little hands in them and tied her up gently with cloth ropes.
Su Xiaolu:......
Miscalculated.
Mrs. Zhao looked at the well-behaved Su Xiaolu and couldn't help but kiss her cheek and said, "Fourth sister is so well-behaved."
After wrapping up her daughter, Ms. Zhao fed Su Xiaolu another meal before going back to sleep with peace of mind.
She didn't know why, but her body felt very comfortable and not heavy at all.
After eating, Su Xiaolu burped and fell asleep.
She is still a baby, so naturally she sleeps most of the time.
At dawn, Su Sanlang got up early and started cooking.
There is still another winter to go, and today's rice is not as good as yesterday's. The rice is stuffed with grated golden jade sticks, and is eaten like this with a soup that is not very oily.
While Mrs. Zhao was eating, Su Xiaolu was watching.
She knows rice. It has a long history. What is sandwiched in the rice must be corn. The earliest record of corn in history is in the book (Gongxian Chronicle) written in the 34th year of Jiajing in the Ming Dynasty, and it was called jade wheat.
Su Sanlang and Zhao are both ancient people, but they don't know which dynasty they are in now.
