Crossing the farm gate, the whole family reunites in the disaster year

Cui Zhaozhao walked over quickly and found wild grapes among the dense leaves.

The wild grapes, as big as a little fingernail, were covered with white frost. He plucked two, wiped them on his clothes, and put them in his mouth.

As expected, his facial features wrinkled with jealousy the next second.

That’s it!

Cui Zhaozhao picked a few more bunches and couldn't wait to show them to her mother.

"This is sour, don't eat it." Yu felt her cheeks sour at the first sight and advised her to throw it away.

The mountain where her mother's family lived was full of wild grapes. They rotted all over the ground and no one ate them. Every time this happened, the mountain was filled with a sour and smelly smell.

Mrs. Lin knew what she was thinking, smiled, and told her to take it first and talk about it when she got back.

People came home one after another, and everyone had a smile on their face.

There are more chestnuts than I imagined, so I don’t have to worry about running out of food at home.

Erlang led his younger brothers and sisters to pick up two full backpacks.

Before setting off, Lin reminded the villagers to prepare a few pieces of coarse cloth to cushion their hands. Feng was reluctant to waste the cloth, so Erlang and his companions relied entirely on their hands, and each of their palms was covered with densely packed small holes.

"Why are you standing there? Send it home quickly. You can pick it up again when you come back." Feng urged.

Erlang stood still, looking at Old Lady Cui, seeming to want to say something but stopping himself.

"What are you looking at me for?" Old Mrs. Cui said unhappily.

When they were still living in the old house, their mother often ordered them to go upstairs to steal food, especially after their mother gave birth to their younger sister. They were greedy for the chickens raised by their grandparents, and when they couldn't eat them, they cried and shouted that they wanted to sell their younger sister for money. They had no choice but to steal chickens.

He knew that his grandmother didn't like them, but he had no choice but to speak up.

"Grandma..." Erlang's face flushed red, "Can you please leave the chestnuts in the old house?"

Before Old Mrs. Cui could react, Feng jumped up with a yell.

"What do you mean? Why are our things kept in the old house?"

All day long, Erlang felt nothing but disappointment. It was fine that his father earned money before, but his mother didn't give them food, but all the chestnuts were picked by him and his younger brothers and sisters. If they were in his mother's hands, she would never cook them for them.

It doesn’t matter whether I eat it or not. My younger brothers and sisters still need to grow. If they don’t have wild vegetables to eat in winter, they will starve.

Erlang walked past Feng and knelt upright in front of Old Lady Cui. The other children also followed Erlang and knelt in a row.

"Oh my God, you think I'm a burden and you're trying to drive me to death!" Feng sat on the ground and wailed.

The villagers were picking chestnuts in their hands, but their eyes were secretly glancing over here.

Old Mrs. Cui had a dark face. She really didn't want to get involved in the affairs of the second house. If she accepted it, who knows what Feng would do to her behind her back.

She is already half buried in the ground, she can't be angry to death.

"Mom, why is Second Aunt crying?" Xiaoliu asked with his head tilted in confusion.

Cui Zhaozhao tried to hold back his laughter. This kid definitely had some sinister qualities.

Anyone with a discerning eye knew that Feng didn't want to work but wanted to eat and drink well, but he insisted on asking Feng directly in front of her.

Lin gently touched Xiaoliu's head, the sound was neither too loud nor too soft, just loud enough for everyone to hear.

"Because then she can't eat whenever she wants."

The crowd burst into laughter, and even Old Lady Cui almost couldn't hold back her laughter.

"Oh——" Xiaoliu suddenly realized, and the ending tone rotated, finally turning to Feng, who was blushing.

"But I saw Second Auntie didn't pick any chestnuts. Didn't Mom say that you have to work hard to get the harvest? I saw Second Auntie didn't do anything, so I thought she didn't like eating chestnuts..."

As soon as Xiaoliu finished speaking, there was another burst of noise in the woods, even more lively than before.

"Yes! Lidong's mother is not as sensible as a child of a few years old." Someone shouted loudly.

Old Lady Cui was amused by Xiaoliu's cleverness: "Xiaoliu is right, people who don't work don't deserve to eat. Erlang, let's put the chestnuts in the old house."

Mr. Cui didn't say anything, which also meant he agreed.

Erlang was overjoyed.

Old Lady Cui glared at Feng and said, "I'll keep watch over it for you. If you want to eat, come to the old house and cook."

"Thank you for the milk!"

Erlang jumped up, picked up the backpack and hurried down the mountain.

These are dozens of kilograms of chestnuts!

Feng walked past the village head and rushed to Master Pei crying, "Master, please help me. They are forcing me to die."

Master Pei followed them up the mountain just to see what the chestnut trees looked like. Qingyang County is mountainous, and if there were chestnuts on other mountains, more people would not starve to death.

I didn't expect that I would not only see chestnuts, but also a farce.

"Ahem." Master Pei pulled the hem of his clothes from Feng's hand. "I am only a master, not in charge of the affairs. Besides, the affairs of Xiahe Village are under the management of the village head."

Feng's crying stopped abruptly, and her eyes wandered between Mr. Pei and the head of the village.

"But Pei has something to say. Although the world values filial piety, Pei believes that only a loving mother can make a son filial."

This time when he went up the mountain, Master Pei also met all the villagers of Xiahe Village. Feng's five children were poorly dressed and stood out in the crowd.

It can be seen that Feng does not care much about her children on a daily basis.

The village head was so disgusted with Feng that he wrinkled his nose. Now, chestnut shells that Feng had vomited were all around his feet.

"Erlang did the right thing. Even if I have to support justice, I will support Erlang."

Seeing that the village head was on Erlang's side, Feng wiped her tears and started picking chestnuts mumbling.

"If you have the guts, don't go home and wait for his father to come home. Now you're bullying me alone."

When there were only a few chestnuts left on the ground and on the treetops, the village head called everyone to a halt.

Although Master Pei was not from Xiahe Village, he came to help the village dig a well after all, so he should be given some of the money.

But Master Pei and his companions were all men, and they knew nothing about the kitchen, so they needed women with good cooking skills to help them process the chestnuts.

After looking around, I finally chose Lin.

Cui Chengliang delivered a batch of chestnuts along the way and now carries dozens of kilograms. The remaining baskets are carried by Old Man Cui.

Yu and her three children were also very skillful and picked up a lot of things. The Cui family supported each other and went down the mountain with smiles on their faces.

Only the village headman and a few young people from the village were left in the forest. Feng shamelessly picked up some more, weighing about twenty or thirty kilograms, and went down the mountain satisfied.

All the chestnuts that Erlang picked were piled in the west room. When Lin and the others came back, several children were peeling chestnuts.

"Grandpa and grandma, uncle and aunt." Erlang stood up awkwardly.

Lin smiled and nodded, and Xiaoliu jumped over.

"Second brother, you are wasting your hands like this."

Xiaoliu skillfully pulled out a piece of firewood, shook it in his hand, and swung the big stick at the ball of hair on the ground.

The balls of hair that Erlang picked up all had openings at the bottom and were fully ripe, and the chestnuts burst apart in an instant.

Xiaoliu picked up the chestnuts happily: "This saves a lot of effort."

Erlang's face turned red. He was too stupid. Xiaoliu was smart.

He mastered the method, and he and Silang kept working. The round chestnuts were jumping in the yard. Lidong led his two younger brothers to play and pick chestnuts, and Xiaoliu also joined in the fun.

The dusk was golden and the Cui family was filled with laughter.

Lin smiled and scooped water to wash away the dust on the chestnuts.

Cui Zhaozhao looked out the window and said, "I don't know who Xiaoliu inherited this cleverness from."

Neither she nor her mother had ever let Xiaoliu do any work, but this kid pretended to be mature and taught Erlang how to peel chestnuts.

Now he is explaining in detail how to make sugar-roasted chestnuts.

"No matter who you follow, you won't suffer any loss."