The little guy was really like a little mouse moving house, and after a while he came back with dustpan dusting dust.Seeing that no one saw behind him, he closed the door, pulled some sparks out of the ashes, put a thin piece of torn bark on it, blew it a few times, and the bark ignited a thin flame.The fire burned so brightly that the house soon became hot, and the field slipped out again and came back with a pot and boiled half a pot of water.The wall of fire became warm, Tian Cheng touched the kang head, it was also a little hot, and filled the last few pieces of firewood into the stove, Tian Ye pulled Tian Cheng to sit on the kang head, let her take off her shoes, and put her feet on the fire wall to roast.Tian Cheng felt sorry for the little guy, and pulled him on the kang head, to take off his tattered shoes with open toes, Tian Ye struggled and refused to take them off: "Sister, it's dirty, I haven't washed it for a few days, and when the water on the stove is hot, you wash it first, and I will wash it after washing." ”As he spoke, he ran out, touched the water in the pot, and poured it into the basin: "Sister, hurry up and wash it!"
”Tian Cheng didn't say anything polite to her brother, the water was a little hot, she soaked her frozen feet in it, and slowly, her whole body became warm, and she beckoned Tian Ye: "Come, you wash it too." ”After the sister and brother washed their feet in a basin, Song Zhixiu came in, found that there was a fire in the house, and didn't say anything, went to the stove to scoop out a bowl of boiling water in the pot, and brought it to Tian Cheng: "Drink some hot water, does your head still hurt?"
”Tian Cheng took the water and took a sip: "It's okay, it doesn't hurt, mother, let's split up with grandma." ”Song Zhixiu was a little surprised: "Split?
”Tian Cheng nodded: "Well, split up, mother, the three of us can earn work points, enough to support ourselves, why spend it with the old house, even firewood is not allowed to burn a single ...... in winter" Before the words were finished, the sharp scolding outside pierced the sky."
Ah, you have a bad conscience, you haven't counted to nine, why did you set the stove on fire, now it's such a waste of firewood, what to do in winter, you are planning to freeze the old man to death!"
Bang the door was opened, a cold wind blew in, the old lady Tian walked in with horizontal eyes, just now she was in the house, she saw a few sparks and smoke coming from the chimney of the little west house, and immediately knew that the three of them were burning the fire from her.At this time, when I came in and saw the pot on the stove, I thought that the old man was not only burning the fire but also secretly cooking, and immediately shouted: "Oh my God, this is stealing my food!"
I'm not alive anymore, I'm tired and tired of running the house every day, I don't dare to eat a bite of good at such an old age, this dead man's nuisance is stealing to eat, what else do I have to live, it's better to die!
”Tian Cheng wanted to say that you should die, but it can't be like this now.Song Xiuzhi said patiently: "Mother, we didn't cook, Xiaocheng got cold, I'll boil some hot water for her to drink and warm up." ”Of course the old lady Tian didn't believe it, she threw herself in front of the stove and lifted the pot to look at it, and found that there was really nothing to eat, just a pot of hot water, and she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, but the next moment she scolded again: "Before you count to nine, you will light a fire and burn firewood, you will kill my son alive, the family will eat idle meals, and you will have to pay for a little work for the family, and you will have to boil hot water if your clothes are dirty, and you can't drink a piece of dead girl who is a hindrance, steal my firewood and boil water, and watch the hot water burn your belly!"
”Song Xiuzhi's face changed: "Mother!
”Xiao Cheng is her own granddaughter, how can she scold so viciously.The old lady Tian was even more angry: "You still have the face to call me a mother, how can you have me as a mother in your heart, before you count nine days, you will burn firewood, firewood is just a little, now it is burned, what should I do if I count to nine, you are planning to freeze to death I am a mother!"
”Tian Cheng sat up, maybe she went out to blow the wind just now, but now she only felt dizzy: "Grandma, it's not even nine days, shouldn't we burn firewood......"
Before she finished speaking, Tian Ye answered tremblingly: "Yes, I went to get the firewood, no, don't blame my sister, I can't freeze myself, milk, grandma, don't scold my sister." ”The old lady Tian laughed angrily, and stretched out her hand to hit the field: "You little cub maybe, and you have learned to steal firewood!"
”Song Xiuzhi stepped forward to protect the field, and the slap landed on her body.Tian Ye was frightened, Tian Cheng held his hand, smiled at his younger brother, turned to the old lady Tian and said, "Grandma, don't beat my mother, I know that I shouldn't burn firewood in less than nine days, but I see that firewood has been burned in the main house a month ago." ”Old lady Tian choked for a while, she didn't know how to say it for a while, she looked at Tian Cheng in disbelief, this dead girl had eaten the bear's heart and leopard gall, and she dared to talk back to her, it seems that the fight before yesterday was still not hard enough.The old woman still had to pretend in front of Song Xiuzhi, she didn't start beating Tian Cheng, but suddenly burst into a burst of crying: "We can't help it in the main house!"
Your grandfather has old cold legs, and the golden branch is afraid of freezing his hands, you have killed your father, full of bad luck, leaving you in this house, or for the sake of my dead mancang's face, you still have the face to secretly burn firewood!
”"Milk, if you want to say that, let's go to the commune brigade to break the fight, my father sacrificed to save people, and it has nothing to do with our Keke people, you are feudal superstition, slandering the families of martyrs!
You're still beating my mother!
”Tian Cheng said.Song Xiuzhi and Tian Ye looked at her almost dumbfounded.When did my daughter (sister) become so bold?
Dare to talk back to the old woman directly, isn't she afraid of being beaten?
Tian Ye shrunk his neck, his eyes were erratic, he glanced at the rotten cotton sleeve on the kang, and wondered if it would hurt less when his grandmother beat people again for a while, and he stood in front of his sister and wrapped the cotton sleeve around his body.But there is such a bed of broken cotton at home, in case it is torn by milk, there is no need to cover it."
What's wrong with me beating you, the elders beat the juniors, you can lose a piece of meat, what kind of martyr's family are you, I am the martyr's family!
A person with a foreign surname is also worthy of being called a martyr's family!
”"Grandma, my sister and I are both surnamed Tian, and we are both my father's own children."
The ghost sent God, Xiao Tianye, who had always been instigated to death in front of his grandmother, suddenly came with such a sentence.Tian Ye has always been proud of his father, proud of being his father's son.was brainwashed by his grandmother all day long, saying that the Dafang family killed his father, but it was not their own will, he also hoped that his father would be well, often sent him money to send food, send clothes, and occasionally sat on his shoulder when he came back to visit relatives.Father's shoulders are so broad, he looks so handsome and handsome, when he laughs at his mother and their siblings, he is different from everyone in the family, and his father's face is so kind.If possible, he would rather die himself than have an accident with his father.()