She gave birth to three daughters in a row, and was kicked out by her mother-in-law who favored boys

Wen Wuyan was lying on the kang and said to Erhua who was watching over him and Sanhua, "Your mother is back."

Almost as soon as Wen Wuyan finished speaking, Erhua also heard her sister's voice and began to lie on the kang with her upper body and reach the ground with her feet.

Then he ran out of the house excitedly, "Mom, you're back."

Dahua knew that there were important things in the bamboo basket, so she rushed to pull the half bamboo pole off the cart and drag it into the house.

"Sister, let me help you." Erhua came out and helped lift the other end of the bamboo.

Gu Qingqing took the bamboo basket from the car and followed him into the house.

"I'm back." Wen Wuyan greeted Gu Qingqing.

"Well, I've taken a look at that wooden house. It's a bit simple, but it's habitable. I cleaned it up briefly when I came back, and we'll move in tomorrow morning." Gu Qingqing said as she put down the bamboo basket, picked up the ladle from the water tank, scooped half a ladle of water into a bowl, then filled the bowl with water and drank it all.

After drinking the water, Gu Qingqing saw that the other party didn't say anything, so she turned her head and saw Wen Wuyan staring at her. As she turned the bowl in her hand, Wen Wuyan's eyes followed there.

Look at his white and dry lips...

Gu Qingqing had no intention of serving him water.

"Dahua, give your father some water."

Dahua obediently scooped some water with a ladle and poured it into the bowl that Gu Qingqing had just used. Gu Qingqing, who was standing next to her, was stunned and subconsciously thought, is this considered indirect?

Dahua brought the water to Wen Wuyan and said, "Dad, there is no hot water in the house today. You can drink some from the jar first. I will boil some hot water later so that you can drink more."

Wen Wuyan retracted his ambiguous gaze, pursed his dry lips, and shook his head at Dahua, "Bring it over, I don't want to drink it now."

He has to go to the toilet after drinking water. He has difficulty moving around now, so it’s better not to bother him if possible!

Dahua turned around and looked at Gu Qingqing, "Mom, Dad said he doesn't want to drink."

Gu Qingqing just took out the ginseng wrapped in a handkerchief from the basket and handed the bamboo basket to Erhua, asking her to pick out the shepherd's purse, put the tender ones aside, and throw the old ones to the chicken with its legs tied.

After listening to Dahua's words, Gu Qingqing tilted her head slightly and said, "Tell your father that if you don't drink water, your legs will recover slowly and you will have to lie down all the time."

After Gu Qingqing finished speaking, she put away the package, went out and dragged half a bundle of firewood into the house. When she was about to start a fire, she realized that she didn't ask for flint when the family split up.

Seeing that cooking had not started in the courtyard's fire room yet, she could only put the firewood aside temporarily and then use a machete to split the bamboo into slices three fingers wide.

Wen Wuyan drank some water and his throat felt much better. Seeing her chopping bamboo, he thought she really believed what her second brother said in the morning and wanted to burn the bamboo.

Wen Wuyan coughed and then said, "Don't cut bamboo next time. Bamboo cannot withstand burning."

Gu Qingqing looked back at him and said, "I don't plan to burn it. This is for you."

"For me?" Wen Wuyan asked.

"Well, you'll know soon." Gu Qingqing said as she continued to chop bamboo.

At first she thought she would not be able to do this kind of farm work well, but after getting the hang of it, she found that she could do it quite well.

When she finished splitting the bamboo, Erhua, who was picking vegetables nearby, exclaimed, "Mom, there's a rabbit in the basket."

Erhua said this as she grabbed the rabbit's ears and lifted it out of the bamboo basket.

Gu Qingqing was in a better mood now. Seeing the blood on the rabbit's head, she smiled and asked her, "Aren't you afraid?"

Erhua shook her head, "Mom, I'm not afraid."

Gu Qingqing nodded, "Put it on the ground first, we will eat rabbit meat in the evening."

Erhua was so happy that she wanted to jump up and cheer, but the rabbit was a little heavy. After all, she was only five years old and her strength was limited. She shook her body but did not jump up.

All that was left was the cheer of “Oh oh oh, there’s meat to eat tonight.”

Then Dahua slapped Erhua on the back and said, "Keep your voice down."

Erhua subconsciously wanted to cover her mouth with her hand, as if the sound she had just made would not be heard.

The result was a kiss on the rabbit's fur, which made Gu Qingqing laugh.

After the people in the courtyard started to light a fire to cook, Gu Qingqing took a piece of firewood and burned it in the fire. Then she came back and put it in the stove outside the house which was made of a few stones and added some hay.

I went back to the house and scooped a bowl of corns, poured them into a basin, rinsed them with water, and then added them to the pot, letting Dahua make a fire over there.

Naturally, Mrs. Wen Chen saw her starting a fire in the compound, and she started cursing at her in the house.

Gu Qingqing couldn't hear her, and even if she did, she would not pay any attention to her.

Dahua was making a fire. After Gu Qingqing cleaned the rabbit, she also washed some wild onions that she had found on the mountain today.

There was no condiment in their house except salt and a bowl of soybean paste.

Gu Qingqing can cook, and the original owner can also cook, so even if there are only salt, soybean paste and wild onions in the pot, the rabbit meat is still cooked by her to be particularly fragrant.

The fragrance drifted in the yard, and everyone eating in the north room naturally smelled it.

Especially the nine-year-old Sanlang sniffed the fragrance in the air and whispered, "Mom, is my aunt's family roasting meat? I smell meat. It smells so good."

Zhang Cuilan smelled the aroma of meat, swallowed her saliva, and said to Sanlang unhappily, "Eat, eat, eat. All you know is to eat."

Sanlang saw Zhang Cuilan swallowing and said again, "Mom, you don't want to eat meat."

"Don't even think about it. Here, eat this. It tastes like meat."

As Zhang Cuilan spoke, she picked up a piece of diced white radish that had been salted, boiled, and dried and threw it into Sanlang's bowl.

"Mom, you're lying. This is just salted radish."

Zhang Cuilan also got angry. When she stole a glance at Wen Chenshi, her eyes rolled and her voice suddenly rang out, "You don't want to eat this or that. What do you want to eat? Where did the meat come from in the house? If you want to eat meat, tell your grandma. It's no use for you to tell me."

Sanlang immediately turned his head and looked towards the table on the kang, "Grandma, I want to eat meat."

pop~

Mrs. Wen Chen slammed her chopsticks on the small table and glared at Zhang Cuilan, "What are you arguing about? Whoever wants to eat meat can go out and go to someone else's house. This is the food at home. Eat it if you want or not."

"Why did my uncle and his family kill chickens when they were cooking today, but we didn't? They got meat to eat, how I miss it!" Sanlang said while deliberately sniffing.

"You little bastard, do you have a sore in your mouth like her? There are only a few chickens, I wonder how long they can eat. And you, if you don't want to eat, get out and don't stay in the house in front of people. If you have the guts, go to that room and see if you can get a piece of meat."

Sanlang was a little unconvinced after being scolded, but at this moment his greed overwhelmed his reason, and his attention was all on "going to get it himself".

"Let's go," Sanlang muttered, picked up the half bowl of porridge he had left, and went out.