Yun Er was very obedient. After his brother left the next day, he got up. It was too cold outside, but he was still warm under the quilt. There was porridge cooked by his elder brother in the casserole, with pork liver and some green vegetables added to it.
At this time, the temperature is just right.
He got back under the quilt with only his upper body exposed, and scooped out the porridge in the casserole with a large wooden spoon and drank slowly. Yun San whimpered and ran over, and Yun Er scooped a spoon for it and poured it into its food bowl.
, seeing Yun San start to drink the porridge, he also speeded up the porridge, otherwise Yun San would ask for more after he finished drinking. As long as he saw Yun San's aggrieved eyes, Yun Er would not be able to hold on.
If the elder brother says it, he will always dig out another spoon for it.
It didn't rain today, but the wind started blowing. The damp air pushed in through the broken windows, and the house soon became as cold as an ice cellar. It wasn't because Yun Da was lazy and didn't block the windows, but because there was a fire pit at home, and he was worried about the coal.
If you are poisoned by cigarettes, you don’t dare to block it at all.
Yun Er was a small person, but he had a lot of food. After half a can of porridge, he felt like peeing. As soon as he stood up, he shivered and got back under the quilt. After several times, he finally gritted his teeth and stood up.
He opened the back window and started to urinate outside. The wind blew in through the front window and out through the small window at the back, sending his urine far away.
After urinating, he didn't want to get into bed. Yunda said that he must put the bedding away, wrap it in oilcloth, put it in the corner, take out another set of tattered ones, and spread them to the door. At home.
He also had to memorize all the books and write them down in traditional Chinese characters.
Reciting is a small problem, but traditional Chinese characters are fatal. Yun Er rarely touches traditional Chinese characters. Unlike Yunda, who studied it deliberately when he was in college, now he can not only write passable calligraphy, but also recite a large number of words.
Yun Daneng recited the entire text impassionedly, especially the ancient poem "Essays on the Ancient Battlefield". The words "The caves of the Great Wall were filled with blood" and "The general died in battle, and the new captain surrendered" sounded very charming.
Yun Da has always been a very knowledgeable person. Yun Er knows this, otherwise the principal would not entrust him with the most important class in the school. Now, Yun Da belongs to him alone. Thinking of this, Yun Er's expression
Very satisfied.
Last night, under the oil lamp, Yun Da sewed two silver needles into the corners of Yun Er's clothes overnight. He was worried that if he was not with Yun Er, he would still have money to survive. How could he change the money? Yun Da
I told Yun Er three times.
Yun Er touched the two hard knots on the corners of his clothes and smiled even more happily. Now he has received all the love and care that he had not enjoyed before. The clothes are a little torn, so what does it matter? There are two patches on his butt, that's it.
What, even if life was better in the past than now, Yun Er will still unswervingly choose the present.
Yun San barked a few times, and Yun Er frowned. At this time every day, the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law of the patriarch's family would come over with mice. Once they came, they would light the fire pit at home.
Sometimes I still make porridge, but I don’t know how to use firewood sparingly. Is it easy to find some dry firewood in the mountains and plains?
"Yeah, Yaozi is reading. He knows how to read at such a young age. He will definitely be a good reader in the future."
It took Yun Er a long time to understand these dialects. Xanthium is a very good person, but his mother-in-law is very annoying. As soon as he entered the door, he started to search everywhere. While he was searching, he said to his mother-in-law: "Yesterday, my father-in-law was in Yun Er."
Everyone has eaten meat, but I don’t know if there is any left. If there is, cook some for the mouse. I don’t know where he got the meat.”
Yun Er ignored him. Yun Da put all the money and meat at home into a secret room, and the woman couldn't find it yet.
"My father-in-law said that he would eat it all after cooking, but that's true. The old man didn't know how to leave some for his grandson."
When he couldn't find any meat, he skillfully dug out some rice from the jar and poured it into an earthen pot to prepare porridge. This lazy woman didn't even know how to wash the earthen pot.
As soon as they arrived, they kicked Yun San out, and the three of them got under the quilt and waited to drink porridge. Yun Er opened the door and let the shivering Yun San in. Just as the woman was about to speak, she noticed Yun Er staring at her with dark eyes.
He looked at her with a look that was completely unlike what a three or four-year-old child should have, so he could only mumble a few words and said nothing.
Yun Er hugged Yun San and leaned against the fire pond and continued to read. He kept writing on a wooden board with a charcoal pen in his hand. When it was full, he wiped it off with a rag and continued writing. The mouse was curious and wanted to
Yun Er gave him the charcoal pen and continued reading.
Being with them was a kind of torture for Yun Er, especially when he saw the lice crawling around the mice's necks, he felt like vomiting. Fortunately, Yun Er was prepared in advance. There were two sets of bedding at home for the two brothers to use.
A set that no one else is allowed to touch.
It's not to look down on others, it's to avoid being infected with parasites, at least that's what Yun Da said. Yun Er saw Yun Da scalding other people's used dishes and pots with boiling water more than once. If he had one at home,
Yun Er thinks that Yun Da will definitely throw away this trick that others have used.
"You go out to work every day, why should I suffer like this? I can take care of myself." Yun Er asked Yun Da more than once.
Every time Yun Da replied that he was too young to be in danger alone, he never allowed Yun Er to be alone. Yun Er put down the book in his hand, looked at his chubby little hands, and said
With her fleshy little feet, she imitated Yun Da and sighed. She felt sad when she thought that she could still put her feet into her mouth. This was a sign only for children. If her body hadn't become smaller, she could have done it too.
If you go out to make money, Yunda won't have to work so hard.
I had a meal of porridge at noon. There was nothing to say about it. Even if I drank rice soup and all the rice grains were in the mouse's bowl, Yun Er felt that there was nothing to say about it. They were about to leave. These three people came to the house just to drink.
A meal of gruel, and I have work to do in the afternoon.
Yun Er never told Yunda about this, never said that he spent every afternoon alone. He thought this was a good thing. If Yunda knew about it, maybe he would hire someone to come and check it out.
If only he could do this, he could do it.
The three mice left. When Yun Er saw that they were gone, he took a bamboo pole and pushed the quilt outside the door. Then he boiled a jar of water in a small earthen jar. When the water boiled,
He poured boiling water on the bamboo board where they were sitting. Soon, fat lice would come out of the gaps. Yun Er could not bear to lie down on the bamboo board and scald all the lice to death. If they got in at night,
It would be bad if you sleep under the quilt yourself.
After cleaning everything, he washed his hands with the remaining hot water. He felt very hungry. The rice soup he drank at noon was gone as soon as he peeed. He opened the secret compartment and found a bamboo basket inside.
Yun Da cut the liver into pieces, ate one piece for himself and gave one to Yun San. Then he picked up the charcoal and started writing again. From time to time he glanced towards the mountain path, hoping to see Yun Da's figure.