Chen Li groaned with pain, but did not dare to talk back. She started to wash rice and make porridge with neat hands and feet. She stirred it carefully for a few times, then put a cover curtain with iron wire, and then arranged the steamed buns and steamed buns in the willow basket one by one.

Old Mrs. Shen put down the fire stick and snorted coldly.

Chen Li covered her with a large iron pot and started cutting pickles without stopping.

Life is poor, and although cooking is simple, there are many people who eat and are not quick-witted, which will delay the farm work.

After cutting the pickles, she started to burn the fire. After making these, her lips squirmed a few times, and she still whispered, "Mom, Xiaoxi is not a star of the Sangmen..."

Old Mrs. Shen's triangular eyes suddenly glared, staring at Chen Li like a cobra, and rushed over and slapped Chen Li in the face.

Chen Li was caught off guard and her face was beaten to the side. In an instant, a clear palm print appeared on her skin. She barely stabilized her body and almost fell down.

Her fingers tightly covered her cheeks, and she took a breath of cold air because of pain. But she didn't dare to say a word, but just glanced at Old Mrs. Shen timidly.

Old Mrs. Shen frowned tightly and almost cursed, "It's that little bitch, the star of the family. Since she was born, there has been no good thing in this family. I have raised her for so many years and have been doing my best. I've sold this kind of money-lossing goods to the widower and old bachelor at the village head. No one wants them. You are still arrogant with me now..."

Chen Li's tears rolled in her eyes. Her dry lips opened, but she didn't dare to refute. She could only lower her head, "Mom, I was wrong, don't be angry."

Old Mrs. Shen cursed a few times, but she didn't feel relieved. She spat hard at Chen Li, then turned around and locked the cupboard.

Chen Li squatted down and filled the stove with a corn pole that was burning in the fire.

The clear and dark fire light shone on her sallow and slightly red and swollen cheeks.

But even so, you can still see the beautiful look of your youth.

But now, it seems like it is already terminally ill.

Old Mrs. Shen looked at the woman squatting in front of the stove coldly and cursed, "The star of the mourning family raised by the sick girl, without my Shen family, and without my treasure girl, you have been gone for eight hundred lives. After raising you for so many years, you have raised a group of ungrateful wolves..."

Chen Li's head drooped even lower.

Old Mrs. Shen snorted coldly and looked away.

After a while, the pot came out of heat and the aroma of rice porridge came.

The breakfast from the Shen family is ready.

Old Mrs. Shen skillfully put the sticky rice porridge in a large basin. There was still about a spoonful of rice grains left in the big pot. Chen Li poured the water from another wooden basin next to the pot, stirred it a few times, and then all of it was put out again.

Then put half a pot of water, put the rice bran brought by Mrs. Shen and the ash vegetables that she had cut last night in the door. This is the pig food for the two pigs.

After the pot was boiled, she took the rice water that was so thin that it could be seen by people and went to the woodshed.

When she came back, she took the three thick steamed buns that Old Mrs. Shen had thrown to her viciously.

Without pickles, this is the breakfast in the big room.

Here, Old Mrs. Shen is full of steamed buns, and there is a white flour steamed bun on it.

This is the breakfast for the second and third rooms, as well as her and Old Man Shen.

Chen Li didn't dare to look at it, so she quickly left the kitchen with the steamed buns.

Seeing that she left, Old Lady Chen went out and stood in the yard and shouted, "Get up, have dinner."

Then, I heard movements from various rooms in the main room.

The quiet little yard suddenly became lively.

Old Mrs. Shen went to the chicken coop, took out two eggs as usual, locked them into the cupboard with a smile, and then went out to wash her face.

At this time, Shen Mingxi was drying clothes.

The noise in each room was getting louder, and people walked out one after another and went to a corner of the west side of the yard to wash their faces.

The sun finally broke through the clouds and the world suddenly became brighter.

Fifteen-year-old Chen Baozhi yawned and pushed up the window, but he saw his cousin Shen Mingxi, who was drying clothes at a glance.

Chen Baozhi stopped his movements.

Although she has been malnourished for a long time, Shen Mingxi's hair is still black and shiny. When she is facing her, she can see her beautiful eyebrows, her almond eyes, her smoke-like water, her high nose bridge, her petal-like lips, and a typical oval face.

She remembered that Shen Mingxi went to work at the age of ten. She had been working for six years now, but her skin was still fair and shining with a faint luster under the rising sun.

The only disadvantage is that it is too thin.

Blood vessels can be seen on the back of the hands when drying clothes.

Chen Baozhi's eyes flashed with resentment, but when she heard the door behind her open, she frowned in disgust, but she covered it up very well.

She left the windowsill.

Sitting obediently on the kang covered with plaid sheets.

Old Mrs. Shen walked in, her eyes full of love and pampering, and she kept saying, "My treasure girl, why are you getting up so early? Why don't you sleep more often? Did grandma's voice just now wake you up too much? I'll make my voice smaller tomorrow, but when I wake up, wash my face. Grandma warms you the white flour steamed buns..."

Before Chen Baozhi could speak, Old Mrs. Shen lowered her voice again, "When they go to the field to work, grandma will cook eggs for you."

Chen Baozhi smiled with his eyebrows and eyes curled, "Grandma, you are so nice, thank you grandma."

Old Mrs. Shen was so happy that her face was pleated, "My treasure girl is really good at speaking. It's different if she reads a lot. Unlike the star of the Sangmen crying every day. I wish I could press her into the water tank to drown her, so as to save the waste of our family's food..."

The more she spoke, the more excited she became, and the spitting stars began to fly.

Chen Baozhi moved away calmly, slowly put on his clothes, and listened to Old Mrs. Shen starting to curse and curse every day with a smile.

Outside the window, Shen Mingxi didn't know what was going on in the house. Her mind was still very messy. There were still a few clothes in the large basin. She was about to bend down, but she was picked up by a big hand with distinct joints.

Shen Mingxi turned his head and looked.

In the sun, Shen Jiawen, the eldest son of the Shen family's eldest son, was helping her dry clothes.

The 18-year-old boy is tall and thin, but he still has sharp eyebrows and starry eyes.

The worn patches are stacked with patches and the clothes are clean. Although they do farm work all year round, their nails are neat and without any dirt.

The eldest brother has always loved cleanliness, was filial to his parents, and cared for his younger brothers and sisters. However, such a good eldest brother fell into the fertilized cesspool of the brigade at the east end of the village one night a few years later, and died in a miserable and humiliating manner.

Until she died, I didn't know how my elder brother fell into it.

Shen Mingxi looked at Shen Jiawen drying clothes with tears in his almond eyes.

Shen Jiawen quickly hangs all his clothes, moves the large wooden basin to the corner of the wall and stands it up, then he sees his sister looking at him intently.

He smiled, his white teeth shining in the sun, reached out and patted his sister's head affectionately, and said softly, "Silly girl, don't stand there, hurry up and go into the house for dinner."

As he said that, he walked towards the woodshed where they lived.
Chapter completed!