Life in a quiet village in Xianshan

Holding a pot of rice, the rice is piled with two large pieces of meat. Each piece of meat is as long as a face and as thick as a dollar coin.

In addition to the big meat, there is also a steamed chicken thigh, a white and tender pistol chicken thigh, sprinkled with a little chopped green onion. The soup on the plate is transparent with a little turmeric, and there is a layer of oily flowers floating on the soup like large and small round pancakes. Even if it didn't reach the mouth, it would still make people swallow their saliva.

Not only are there big chicken legs, but more than that, when you look up, you can see a table full of delicacies, such as sizzling squid, steamed pork ribs, dry-cut beef, deep-fried chicken racks...

In the center of the table, there is a pot full of fatty fish intestines. The red oil is sloshing and seems to be bubbling. There are sections of sauce-colored intestines with a little bit of white oily flowers in the head. Serve the fish fillets as white as wings.

Gudong!

Gu Siwei swallowed hard.

I was stretching out my arm to pick up a chopstick and taste the intestines, but unfortunately something was going on. I couldn't stretch my arm out, and the more anxious I became, the less I could reach it.

This made Gu Siwei anxious to death.

In a hurry, Gu Siwei opened his eyes.

The table of delicacies disappeared in an instant, and all that could be seen was a broken roof, with gray grass stems covering a few beams as thick as a bowl.

Gu Siwei was very disappointed.

He closed his eyes and prepared to sleep for a while. Even though he knew that what he had just dreamed was false, Gu Siwei still wanted to smell the aroma of the food on the table again.

Ah~!

Gu Siwei closed his eyes and couldn't sleep again. When it came to lying to himself, Gu Siwei didn't practice enough.

If you can't sleep, get up.

Gu Siwei turned over and sat up.

The room was still a little dark. Although the dog-hole-like windows brought the sun from outside into the room, such a small amount of light could not illuminate the room at all.

Just as he was about to stand up, Gu Siwei suddenly felt something squatting in the dark corner of his room.

Lowering his head and turning his face to avoid the sunlight shining into the room, Gu Siwei found a huddled little girl sitting in the corner.

Just when Gu Siwei was looking at the little girl Pianzi, the little girl Pianzi was also looking at Gu Siwei with a pair of timid eyes.

After looking at it, Gu Siwei recognized who this little girl was.

As for the surname, Gu Siwei thought it might be Guo, or it might be something else. Gu Siwei was very vague about this, but she knew the name, Sicui.

Sicui is the name of the little girl's movie.

There were many naughty children in the village, and Gu Siwei couldn't name most of them. He knew that this name was because some people wanted to raise this little girl for him.

Although he didn't develop it later, Gu Siwei subconsciously had to pay attention to it.

"Sicui?!"

Gu Siwei wants to ask you, little girl, why you came to my house so early in the morning.

Before I asked, I saw a bench placed in front of Sicui. There was a bowl of porridge on the bench. Needless to say, stick noodle porridge, served with dried potato. Thanks to Lao Gu, you can still see a little wild boar meat in the porridge from time to time. Man.

This was a delicacy for villagers, but Gu Siwei really didn't have the appetite to eat these. After decades of eating refined food, his stomach was ready to rebel after a trip to the town.

Sicui was a little scared, but she seemed to be holding back her fear. She stood up, bent down and picked up the porridge on the bench.

"Brother, let's eat. I'll give you some food from the canteen... I'll call you."

Sicui, who was trembling and harmonious, spoke like a mosquito. If Gu Siwei hadn't listened carefully and the village was quiet, he would have almost been unable to hear what this girl was talking about.

"Stop serving the bowl, why are you here?"

Gu Siwei saw that the little girl looked like a skeleton, let alone carrying a bowl. When the wind blows, the wind is slightly stronger, and it is estimated that even people can be blown away.

"I...I...it is said that Uncle Wu asked me...to live with my brother from now on...".

The mosquitoes started buzzing again.

Gu Siwei was a little confused and thought to himself: Didn't we just forget about it as promised? Why do you want to do this? This can only be accomplished by sending people here first?

Gu Siwei was a little annoyed.

But even if he was annoyed, he would not get angry at a little girl's movie unceremoniously.

He stood up, put on his clothes, and at the same time suppressed his anger and said to the little girl Jianzi: "Sicui, I'm going out for a while. I won't eat the porridge. You can eat it."

Sicui couldn't see Gu Siwei's anger. The little girl was timid to begin with, but now she saw Gu Siwei angry like a bull. She was so frightened that she couldn't even speak.

After putting on clothes and walking out of his room, Gu Siwei stood in the main room and took a subconscious look. He unexpectedly discovered that there was a small broken bed in the west room. When he walked to the door and looked in, he found that there were quilts and everything on the broken bed. , although it’s a bit too broken, but it’s there.

Obviously these things belong to Sicui, and it is impossible for this little girl to move them here. They must have been helped by people like Yang Chuanwu.

Cursing a national curse in his heart, Gu Siwei turned around and walked out of his yard, heading directly to Yang Chuanwu's house.

When we arrived at the gate of Yang Chuanwu's yard, we didn't call anyone, because Yang Chuanwu and his gang were sitting in the yard, making fruit powder and talking.

With a cold face, Gu Siwei stepped into the yard.

"Captain Yang, what you did is a bit unethical, right?" Gu Siwei said directly without any detour.

Yang Chuanwu said with a smile: "Brother Siwei is here, sit down, sit down, Er Guozi, bring a stool to your uncle Gu."

Er Guozi is Yang Chuanwu's son. He is thirteen this year and looks not much younger than Gu Siwei. Now Yang Chuanwu calls his son Uncle Gu Siwei.

It should be said that Lao Gu's seniority in the Sixth Team is a bit confusing. He is called Uncle Liu Fulin, and he is called brother to Liu Dezhu. Now it is even better, he is brother to Yang Wuchuan, and he is uncle and nephew to Yang Erguo.

For Yang Chuanchuan and others, Gu Siwei's appearance as a teenager is not a problem at all. If he can hunt, feed himself, and take care of himself well, he is a man. People in the mountains respect such a man and don't care much about him. Age, if there is a relative, it will naturally be determined by relationship.

If you don't have one, then you are a family member. If you are older than most family members, you won't have to be someone's grandson just because you are young.

Besides, it doesn't make sense now. Even in the village, some infant children and old men with grandchildren have to call them grandpa when they see them.

Gu Siwei was the only one who felt strange sometimes when he thought about it.

Yang Erguo moved a bench for Gu Siwei.

Gu Siwei thanked him, and then sat down, waiting for Yang Chuanwu to give him an explanation.

People like Yang Chuanwu had actually been waiting for Gu Siwei for a long time. He dumped Sicui to Gu Siwei himself, so he didn't know how Gu Siwei would react.

Everyone has discussed it countless times, waiting for Gu Siwei to come to the door with anger today, and then go back according to their ideas.

Therefore, Yang Chuanwu spoke slowly and calmly, without looking anxious at all.

"Brother Gu"

"I can't take it seriously, aren't you scolding me?" Gu Siwei said angrily.

He looks older than 16 or 17 years old, but Gu Siwei's mentality is not that of 16 or 17 years old. The number of Spring Festivals he has celebrated is only a few years less than that of Yang Chuanwu.

"Don't be angry, Siwei." Guo Xiangping also shouted haha.

Yang Chuanwu let out a long sigh at this time: "Brother Siwei, I know you are angry, and I also know that you cannot understand. However, if there is even a slight possibility, we will not cause such a thing. What is the current situation of our Zhuangzi? You already know it without my introduction.

I don’t need to tell you what everyone is eating.

It would be okay if each family had only one or two, but now there is no family without three or four children, and Uncle Sicui's family has even more... Then you can tell yourself about Shenggen."

Guo Shenggen is a man in his thirties, thin and small, with dark skin. He seems to be not much younger than his cousin Guo Xiangping, but in fact there is a generation difference between them.

"Brother Siwei, I should support Sicui both emotionally and rationally, but I really don't have the ability. If I leave Sicui to you, I will have no shame to go to my cousins ​​and cousins ​​until I die...".

Okay! You didn't say anything, you came up and put on a big show for me!

There was no expression on Gu Siwei's face, and there was already a sneer in his heart.

But after sneering, Gu Siwei really couldn't refute most of Guo Shenggen's words, because his family was poor, not ordinary poor, but really poor.

First of all, there were many children in the family. Gu Siwei didn't know whether it was four or five, and there were two old people above them. Then thinking about how much land there was for farming in the village, it became clear that Guo Shenggen was telling the truth.

What Guo Shenggen said was a mixture of snot and tears.

It was true that his family was poor, but it was also true that he didn't want to support his niece Sicui. His enthusiasm was okay for a day or two, but as time went by, Guo Shenggen and his wife almost regarded Sicui as a thorn in their side.

If things were a little better, people like Yang Chuanwu would not come up with the idea to let Sicui support Gu Siwei.

Of course, why don’t they support their own families? Some families have the ability but don’t want to support them. Some families have many children. Now the leaders say that more people are more powerful, and there are no entertainment activities.

For those who have a woman at home, what else can they do when it gets dark but not engage in some serious human relations issues?

Without contraception, this child must not be born in a hurry.

After saying that, Guo Shenggen wiped away his tears: "Brother Siwei, I know you are capable, and it is not your job to support a girl, but my family really has no choice. If you think Sicui is a girl, then , I raise Sicui, and I will give my son to you, Gouyangzi, Simaozi, you two are so stupid, come over to me."

The two little kids were only seven or eight years old and looked like twins.

It's not Gu Siwei's fault, everyone in Zhuangzi is poor, and it's not easy for someone a year or two older to tell.

"Kneel down for your uncle Siwei. It's fate who let your uncle pick him. From now on, your uncle Siwei will be your biological father. I'm just a piece of shit...".

Although Gu Siwei said that he would show up as a 250-year-old in a few decades, he still had some boundaries in his heart. His biological father was still there and the family was not broken up yet. He wanted to raise his son?

Not to mention that there is so much emphasis on inheritance and descendants now, even decades later, this thing sounds unreliable.

"Well, you can't do that. How can it be done?"

Gu Siwei was a little panicked.