The first ray of sunshine in the morning sprinkles on the roof, pulling the shadow of the house long; the early birds stand on the branches and sing untuned songs at the top of their throats, adding a bit of excitement to the quiet courtyard; the curling smoke dances with the wind, forming the simplest picture of the farmhouse.

In the narrow and simple kitchen, mulberry leaves were quickly baked with more than ten coarse grain cakes, and then poured the washed brown rice in the basin and water into the pot. After covering the pot and adding a few burnt-resistant firewood to the stove, she got up and took out a kitchen knife from the corner behind the door, which had several missing mouthfuls and came to the yard, and chopped up pig grass on a black wooden board.

Bang bang bang—

The sound of chopping grass with a very rhythmic sense of sound spread to all directions, climbing over the low earth walls and spreading far and far away, shocking the birds on the branches and awakening the children in the room who were still sleeping.

"mother--"

A little Douding, about five years old, rubbed his sleepy eyes, pulled a pair of half-new cotton shoes and appeared at the door of the main hall, shouting softly at the mulberry leaves that were chopping grass.

"Huan'er is awake? Hurry up and wash your face. After my mother finished chopping the pig grass, she would start eating!" Sang Ye hurriedly looked up and handed her son a gentle smile: "By the way, go to your uncle's house to wake up your little brother, and you two will have breakfast together later."

"Well, Huan'er will call the little brother first and wash his face with the little brother." Xiao Douding responded seriously. Without waiting for his mother to praise him, he turned around and crawled into a room in the east wing with his short legs.

Mang Ye smiled slightly, raised his hand to wipe off the sweat beads that were about to drip into his eyes, and continued to chop off the remaining half of the pig grass.

After chopping the pig grass, Huan'er's white and tender little face had been washed clean. She sat obediently on the stool waiting for her mother to start dinner with another child of similar age.

"It's time to eat--" With a crisp sound, Mangye quickly walked into the main hall with a tray, and placed three bowls of porridge, three cakes and a plate of pickles on the table: "The porridge is a little hot just after it is out of the pot, so you two brothers eat it slowly."

"Thank you mother!"

"Thank you, my aunt!"

The two little Dou Dings said thank you in unison, then held a spoon in their left hand and a cake in their right hand, and ate it in small mouthfuls of pickles.

Looking at the little nephew who had been much more rules, Sang Ye smiled slightly, touched his little head, and made two cooked eggs like a trick, giving each of his brothers one.

"Wow, egg! My aunt, you are so good!" Sang Xiaoshan grabbed his egg and held it in his palm and looked at it with two lights. He was so happy that he couldn't find the southeast, west and north.

Compared with other families in the village, the Sang family lives a better life. Not to mention how good food and clothing are, at least they won’t endure hunger. However, at the Sang family, eggs are also precious objects, and even if they are laid by their own old hens, they dare not eat them casually. They have to praise them one by one. They have saved up enough and bought them to the town for a family of oil, salt, sauce and vinegar.

Looking at the little nephew who kowtowed the egg to his forehead, Sang Ye shook his head helplessly, picked up the other egg and gently circled it on the corner of the table, peeled it in a few seconds, and handed it to his son: "Huan'er, eat it while it's hot."

Huan'er silently took the fragrant eggs and looked at her mother who had already picked up the porridge bowl. She did not rush into her mouth like the little brother. She used a wooden spoon to gently put everything in the middle of the eggs, divided them into two pieces of similar size, and then carefully scooped one of them into her mother's porridge bowl.

Seeing that his mother was about to hide, Huan'er hurriedly said, "Mom, the egg is too big, please help Huan'er eat half of it."

Sang Xiaoshan, who had already eaten most of the eggs, saw his cousin's actions, he hesitated for a while, and handed the remaining half of the egg to Sang Ye with some pain: "Grandma, Xiaoshan will also give you food."

Sang Ye looked at his nephew unexpectedly and immediately started to tease. He took the little half of the egg over and praised with a smile: "Xiaoshan is sensible and knows how to respect his aunt, so he is not polite."

As he said that, he acted as if he wanted to swallow the eggs one by one.

"Girl, you, you-wow-"

As the youngest child of the Sang family, Sang Xiaoshan never thought that his aunt really wanted to eat his eggs. She couldn't stand this fact for a while and burst into tears.

Originally, when he saw his mother picking up the little brother's egg, but refused to eat what he gave him, Huan'er was sad. The little brother's crying sound suddenly sounded in his ears, which made him tremble his hands and almost threw the egg to the ground.

"Little brother, stop crying, this half is for you." Seeing that the little brother's crying snot was almost flowing down, Huan'er didn't think the eggs in her hand were so delicious. She put half of the eggs she planned to give to her mother into the little brother's bowl.

"belch--"

Sang Xiaoshan, who was crying and burping, looked at the egg cubes that were bigger than the ones taken by his aunt. He burst into tears and laughed, and a big snot bubble appeared from his nose.

He happily scooped the egg with a spoon and sent it into his mouth. When he was about to put it into his mouth, he stopped again. He looked at Huan'er and asked carefully: "Is this egg really given to the little brother? The little brother really ate it, you can't cry."

Huan'er glanced at the little brother, silently picked up the spoon and started drinking porridge, without any desire to talk to this childish little brother.

Looking at this scene, Mang Ye felt a little sad: Who would have thought that the little guy who used to be a luxury person, now even an egg every day has become a luxury?

The family is still too poor, and they can't get any meat and fish in the end of the year. If this continues, let alone a child, even she can't stand it. It's time to find a way to make money and improve the family's food.

Seeing that his cousin ignored him, Sang Xiaoshan was not angry. While eating eggs with confidence, he patted Huan'er's shoulder and said loyally: "Brother Huan is a good brother, and I want to be a good brother too. I will take you to the river to catch the monkeys and let my aunt cook for us."

Thinking of the fragrant roasted monkey climbing, Sang Xiaoshan kept swallowing, and then stuffed the remaining half of the egg into his mouth, which temporarily satisfyed his craving.

When Huan'er heard this, she was not happy, but her little brows were still tightly frowned. Her serious look set against her round, white and tender face, how cute it looks.

"No, I won't go!" Huan'er refused, not interested in the gray hard-shelled bugs like Crawler, which came out of the ground, and did not even understand why the people here were keen to eat them. He felt a little uncomfortable in his stomach just thinking about it.

"If you don't go? How can you not go?" Sang Xiaoshan looked at his cousin with a disappointed look, feeling that the eggs in his mouth were not as fragrant as that.

Seeing that the little brother's face collapsed and I looked very sad, Huan'er felt that she seemed too direct, so she made an excuse: "Catching the crawling monkey will make your clothes dirty. My mother has to be busy with many things every day, so we can't cause trouble for her."

When Sang Xiaoshan heard this, his face improved a lot, but he still couldn't resist the temptation of the delicious roasted monkey climbing. He pulled Sang Ye's sleeve and acted coquettishly: "Good aunt, please let Brother Huan go with Xiaoshan. Brother Huan is watching from the side. Xiaoshan will never let him do it, and promise not to dirty his clothes."

As for myself, if I don’t catch the crawling monkeys, my clothes will get dirty. I’d better catch a few crawling monkeys and come back. At worst, I can give them a few, which is a thank you for washing clothes for my aunt.

The young nephew, who was listening with relish, was not careful that his nephew threw the problem on her. Looking at her son who was begging, she smiled and said to her nephew, "Take Huan'er, but there is one thing, you must not go down the river to play in the water, otherwise you two are careful."

When Sang Xiaoshan heard this, he quickly covered his butt and nodded in a hurry: "Girl, Xiaoshan will never take Brother Huan into the water, otherwise you will beat Xiaoshan's butt and Xiaoshan will not cry."

Sang Ye was happy and pinched his black and round face: "This is what you said yourself, but remember!"

"Yeah, remember!" Sang Xiaoshan nodded heavily, revealing two rows of neat and white teeth.

"Be good~" Sang Ye praised his nephew a few words and stroked his son's frown brows: "I'll be there to deliver food to your grandparents and the others later. Just have fun with your little brother, don't play in the water, and don't be in the sun, do you know?"

Since that incident, the child has changed his personality. He doesn't like to contact others and doesn't like to go out to play. He looks like an old man. How can this work?

Probably understood the painstaking efforts of Mrs. Huan'er, even though she didn't want to go out, could not help but nodded when facing her mother's expectant gaze and whispered: "Mom, Huan'er understands."

Sang Ye touched his son's little face with distress, and did not say anything he wouldn't go if he didn't want to go.

There are many work at home. After delivering breakfast to those who go to the fields, mulberry leaves have to wash the clothes of the whole family. After washing, they have to cut pig grass, weave straw sandals, and dig vegetable fields... Although they have not worked in the fields, there are endless work every day.

He hurriedly stuffed the last piece of cake into his mouth, soaked the mulberry leaves in the bowl and chopsticks in the basin, then put the half-cool porridge in the pot into a clay pot, then put the remaining dozen large cakes into a small basket, covered it with a clean cotton cloth, put the porridge can and the small basket in a large basket, and prepared a full can of water.

After doing this, Sang Ye cleaned out the dirty clothes that the family changed last night, stuffed them a large bucket, then walked out of the door with a large basket in one hand and a large wooden bucket in the other, and walked towards the Sang family's wheat field.

It is May now, and it is the time to harvest wheat. Others from the Sang family went to the fields to work before dawn. In order to save time, they harvested the wheat earlier. Fortunately, when the rainy season comes, the rice and water are sent to the fields with mulberry leaves.

The wheat fields of the Sang family are just a waiter from the Sang family. Along the way, Mangye met many villagers who were also rushing to harvest wheat. Some familiar people saw Mangye and greeted them warmly:

"Yezi, I delivered the meal so early? What a diligent daughter!"

"Auntie Guihua has been awarded. I can't work harder than my aunt, so I can only stay at home to cook and wash clothes."

"Haha, who doesn't know that you are a good girl in the housework? With you here, your parents, brothers and sisters-in-law can eat hot food no matter how busy they are. Wouldn't this work be more energetic?"

Aunt Guihua smiled when she was praised and thought that the Sang family's daughter not only looked but had a top-notch temperament. She was rarely a polite person, but she was not lucky and became a widow at a young age!

Inadvertently seeing the sympathy on Aunt Guihua's face, Sang Ye knew it and couldn't help but feel helpless. He was about to say goodbye, but a sarcastic voice came in from the ground: "Bah, isn't it just a ragged thing that kills his husband? What's there to praise?"
Chapter completed!