Life in a quiet village in Xianshan

The couple chatted nonchalantly, and while chatting, the work they were doing did not stop. Although it was raining outside, the work in the fields had to be done.

Even Gu Siwei knew that it might rain for several days. Would Sun Laibao and Ma Chunya know?

The two of them saw that God was about to make a fool of themselves, so they came back to pack their things, take the farm tools, and go to the fields. They had to dig out the drainage ditches in the fields. If they were clear, they would dig deeper. If not, they would dig deeper. Clear the communication.

In short, Tian is not afraid of having nothing to do, but he is afraid of having nothing to do in the eyes of others.

Ma Chunya and Sun Laibao are not lazy people. In fact, lazy people can't survive in the mountain village, because as long as you don't work, you will starve, and no one will help you. At most, you can only eat a few meals. Yes, if a family supports you for a year or two, then someone in their family will go hungry or even die.

From this point of view, there is no reason why Sicui's cousin's family doesn't want to see her. No one has a pricked mouth and refuses to eat whole grains.

In the end, it was still a matter of poverty.

Sun Laibao talked to his wife and planned to go to the fields first. He picked up the hoe and was about to leave the main room when he saw someone coming in despite the rain at the door.

Taking a closer look, it was Gu Siwei who had just left the house less than twenty minutes ago.

"Brothers from the Fourth Dimension, why are you back again?"

This time, Sun Laibao's greeting was quite smooth, without any stumbling, just like flowing water. Even at this moment, Sun Laibao had forgotten what he had just experienced not long ago.

Gu Siwei did not come empty-handed. One hand was carrying the basket he had just brought home, and the other hand was holding a bag containing about twenty kilograms of white noodles.

They helped find the fruit seedlings. Gu Siwei's temperament was such that it was impossible to take it for granted. Let alone Ma Chunya and his wife, even if Wu Meiling and his wife gave them something, how could Gu Siwei not return the things?

This is not about having something to burn, but about communicating on a regular basis. Only in this way can we get along well with each other. Always giving and receiving at the same time. That is not the way to get along. It is between father and son. Even between father and son, sometimes There will also be conflicts between giving and receiving, not to mention ordinary people.

When Sun Laibao saw the bag in Gu Siwei's hand, he began to estimate the size and weight of the items at first glance. Of course, he had to guess what was inside.

Food is certain, but I don’t know whether it is sorghum rice or stick noodles. Anyway, no matter which kind it is, Sun Laibao’s family is in great need.

What time is it now? What we saved last year is almost used up. What we planted this year has not been harvested. As the old saying goes, there is no harvest. Not to mention this bag of grain, even a bowl of grain is enough for the family to eat for a day.

Eat grain? That's impossible. What kind of food can't be mixed with wild vegetables? Otherwise, one person can't eat a big bowl of food?

This is what farmers eat now. This is what they eat throughout the year.

"I came to return the basket. I went to the old house to look for it and found that I still have this thing at home. Don't dislike it."

Seeing Sun Laibao turning around and leading him to the main room, Gu Siwei put the bag in his hand at the door and at the same time put the basket in his other hand on the bag.

Ma Chunya immediately felt very unhappy. You have such an expression.

"I said brother Siwei, if you do this, you will be out of sight. It's not anything expensive, just a few broken seedlings. I started it here casually. We don't have much in this rural area, but there are a lot of fruit tree seedlings. , although it has grown little, but this thing is really worthless...".

Ma Chunya kept saying.

After hearing this, Gu Siwei waved his hands and deliberately made a serious face: "Sister-in-law, please give me something, and I will give you some when I return the basket. This is what we call coming and going. Don't mind, there is really nothing else at home." Yes, I wanted to give more, but there is no one here at the old house, so I left some food for my friends."

Gu Siwei is talking nonsense, and Ma Chunya also knows that Gu Siwei is talking nonsense. Whoever puts food in a place where they don't usually live is equivalent to feeding rats.

But we all know that if we don’t point it out, we will still be good friends even if we don’t point it out!

"Okay, I have to rush home. I don't feel comfortable leaving Sicui alone at home. That's it. Sister-in-law, Brother Laibao, you two rest, I'm going back."

"Why don't you stay for dinner? I'll make some side dishes and let Brother Laibao drink two cups with you," Ma Chunya said politely.

Gu Siwei knew that he was being polite. With his family's living standard, if he drank two whole dishes today, his family of seven or eight would be hungry tomorrow.

"You're welcome, there's a chance."

Gu Siwei waved his hand, turned around and walked into the rain. He quickly disappeared at the entrance of the courtyard with his head shrunk and a piece of tattered clothes on his head.

The couple looked here, Ma Chunya winked, and Sun Laibao understood and closed the door to the yard.

When I returned to the main room, I saw that my wife Ma Chunya had already opened the bag.

There were about twenty kilograms of white noodles inside. The big white noodles made the couple sigh.

"Look, this is a real person. You have helped Yang Chuanwu so many times. Apart from bringing you two sweet potatoes, have you ever brought back anything more than three cents? Look at his four dimensions. This is how he does big things. People, this is a capable person, there is no one in Gou Yue's Shimo Village who can compare to others..."

Ma Chunya pointed at Bai Mian and scolded the man from Shimo Village again.

Sun Laibao couldn't refute it now, because what Ma Chunya said was true. Except for Gu Siwei, no one had heard of giving away a bag of twenty kilograms of white noodles at once.

Not to mention giving this stuff away, even if the average family grows it themselves, they may not be able to eat it a few times a year. Even though the farmers outside are all plains, they still can’t eat the white flour they grow a few times a year. It's stick noodles mixed with wild vegetables.

Even in many years, the villagers outside are not as good as the people in the mountains like Shimo Village. Especially in famine years, sometimes a few hares can be exchanged for a woman. Otherwise, the people in Shimo Village would have been They all died because they had no heirs.

Sun Laibao swallowed his saliva and said to Ma Chunya: "Mother, let's bake some white flour pancakes to eat tonight?"

"Are you worthy of eating white flour pancakes?" Ma Chunya said angrily.

However, Ma Chunya soon said again: "Take these noodles and exchange them for some grains at Guiji. These twenty kilograms can be exchanged for fifty or sixty kilograms of whole grains, which is enough for our family to eat for a month." . You don’t have to worry about committing sins when you eat white flour pancakes! If you want to eat them, you can go work and earn them when the Siwei brothers have work.”

Sun Laibao stopped talking.

Seeing her husband's appearance, Ma Chunya was a little reluctant to let go. Even though some women at this time were showing off their teeth and claws, they really felt sorry for their husbands from the bottom of their hearts. Some even had just been beaten and wiped away their tears. You can also ask if you are hungry.

"Let's do this, use a kilogram of flour to bake a few small pancakes, one for each of your parents-in-law, and one for you and your children," Ma Chunya said.

They are willing to give to their parents-in-law, husband and children, but not to themselves. Many women in this era are like this and have a strong spirit of dedication to the family.

Men in this era are generally hard-working, and women are diligent and thrifty in running the house. The couple is focused on one thing, working hard to improve the life of the family. It is true that each has his own things to do, but there are really very few.

"I'll share a piece with you. You have to taste it. I haven't had white flour pancakes for a long time." How could Sun Laibao be willing to eat it alone?

Gu Siwei didn't know that because of his bag of noodles, a touching story happened in Ma Chunya's family. He was not short of food, and there was no shortage of rice and noodles in his family.

It's just that Sicui didn't tell anyone about it, and Gu Siwei didn't mention it either, so the villagers knew that Gu Siwei's family had good food, but no one dared to think that it was so good that the queen actually had rice and noodles every day.

When I arrived at my old house, I opened the curtain covering the boat and took a look at the progress of my boat. I found that the boat was almost ready, and it was estimated that it would be ready in another twenty days.

Of course, if the weather is good, if the weather is bad, we can only postpone it.

After covering his own boat and getting on the raft, Gu Siwei held his pole and went into the mountains. As soon as he entered the canyon, Grass Flower and Cube were summoned and acted as a fish-shaped engine to push the raft upstream.

When passing Liu Fulin's two wharves, the raindrops became heavier and louder, so Gu Siwei, who had originally planned to visit the two wharves, gave up the idea.

Just when Gu Siwei's raft was approaching Yinsong Cliff, he found Liu Fulin lowering it all the way upstream with a small boat.

"Uncle, where are you coming from?"

Gu Siwei was a little confused.

Liu Fulin was very fast, and Gu Siwei didn't hear anything he said. He only heard a few chirping words, mixed with the sound of rain, and then the boat took Liu Fulin several meters away from him.

Gu Siwei thought about going back and asking, but looking at the rain, he might as well forget it.

When they arrived at Yinsong Cliff, they tied up the raft and Gu Siwei walked up the cliff. It was estimated that Sicui would not be stupid enough to stay on the edge of the cliff, so Gu Siwei did not ask Xiao Ma to wait for the monkey, and directly used the space to go up the cliff.

When they reached the cliff, they found that it was just as expected, so they ran toward their big house with Xiao Run.

When I arrived at the door of the big house, I saw that Sicui was busy here. There was an extra coir raincoat on her small body, which was still new.

Not only did Sicui have an extra coir raincoat on her body, but there was also a new coir raincoat on the ground next to her.

"Brother, are you back?"

When Sicui saw Gu Siwei coming back, she immediately ran over and helped Gu Siwei take off the backpack from his back.

Gu Siwei put the basket on his back and asked, "Where did you get the coir raincoat?"

"Master Fulin sent it over. He was mending raincoats a few days ago. He thought we didn't have raincoats, so he simply made two of them. Today it happened to rain and he sent them to us," Sicui said.

Gu Siwei immediately grasped the key point.

"Sent here? Is the old man so powerful now that he can actually sail the boat to the bottom of the cliff?"

Gu Siwei felt that it would be a pity that Liu Fulin, with such ability, would not participate in the Olympic rowing competition. What kind of arm strength is this? Without the flowers and blocks, Gu Siwei wouldn't be able to get the raft up here.

Sicui said: "No, Mr. Fulin summoned the grass flowers and cubes to help, otherwise he would not be able to shake the oar up, and he would not be exhausted to death."

"Well, what about animals, flowers and blocks?"

This time Gu Siwei was even more surprised.

"What Mr. Fulin said, sometimes it works and sometimes it doesn't, but it worked today," Sicui said.

There are two brothers and sisters. One is called Liu Fulin, uncle, and the other is called grandpa Liu Fulin. They don’t know how to describe their seniority, but they don’t care. Anyway, they just call each other his own way. Others don’t care after hearing it for a long time. He just kept shouting.