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

Cui Zhaozhao shrank his neck.

"Um, Mom, didn't you hear anything?"

Lin looked at the two quails on the ground expressionlessly and snorted coldly.

"Where's that traitor?"

Cui Zhaozhao's throat tightened. It was over. Something terrible was happening.

"Hehe, my brother seems to be out."

Lin poured the dirty water out of the yard and walked back to the house step by step in anger.

"You'd better stay here and keep him away. Don't come back for a few days."

The door slammed shut.

Even the walls couldn't help but tremble, and dust fell all over the ground.

Xiao Liu stuck out his tongue, "Pfft," and considerately patted the dust off Cui Zhaozhao. He asked uncertainly, "Mom seems to be a little off. Is she okay?"

Cui Zhaozhao also patted him.

"Be good, Mommy is fine."

"It's your brother who's in trouble."

I was going to keep it a secret for him, but now I don’t have to.

Or should we just let him go out and hide?

Thinking of his mother wearing a copper hairpin every day, Cui Zhaozhao was so angry that he gritted his teeth. She deserved to be beaten to death for doing such a stupid thing.

The door opens and closes.

The candle flame on the stove jumped suddenly.

Lin stared at the ball of light, took a few deep breaths, and tried her best to suppress the anger in her heart.

Before, she was happy because her son was thoughtful enough to give her a gift. It turned out that she had picked up a ready-made gift and gave it to him generously.

It would be fine if they didn't meet, but she and Cui Chengliang met every day. Thinking of the vague gaze on her hairpin, Lin's face burned with shame and anger.

No wonder he praised the hairpin for being beautiful.

How did she answer at that time?

Well, she said she liked this hairpin too.

The candlelight instantly turned silent, but the fire in her eyes shot up into the sky.

Cui Jingwen came back humming a little tune.

The hairpin was thrown far away into the weeds. Unless something unexpected happens, I will never see this annoying hairpin again in my life.

Just as he was about to enter, Cui Jingwen was startled by two shadows beside the door.

"I almost scared you two to death. Why are you squatting here instead of going home?"

Cui Zhaozhao looked up at him and scooped up a handful of soil for him in his heart.

"You go back first. It's not time for us to go home yet. Wait a little longer."

She and Xiaoliu were still young and could not bear to see bloody scenes.

Cui Jingwen felt that she was acting weird tonight.

"I don't care about you guys, I'm going back first, I'm so sleepy."

"Good going."

Cui Zhaozhao leaned against the door, silently counting three, two, one.

Just as I finished counting, the howling of ghosts and wolves came from inside the door as expected.

Lin's deliberately suppressed angry voice came from the room.

"Don't shout, everyone else is asleep."

"You hit me and didn't let me scream." This was Cui Jingwen's weak protest. "Tell me why you hit me."

My mother just received the silver hairpin, so she could have a meal even if it was a gift. But when it was his turn, he had to stew meat with a fire stick.

"No reason, I just want to fight."

The house was not soundproof, and Lin didn't want to argue with him late at night. She just wanted to vent her anger.

......

Cui Zhaozhao sighed and held the door tightly.

The moonlight is nice tonight.

A quarter of an hour later, seeing that there was no movement inside, Cui Zhaozhao took Xiaoliu back to sleep.

Cui Jingwen huddled at the end of the kang, preparing to go to sleep feeling aggrieved.

Cui Zhaozhao quickly boiled some water and said, "Mom, take a shower before you go to bed."

Lin had calmed down and said "hmm" lightly.

Xiaoliu waited outside the house for too long, so he got on the kang and fell asleep immediately.

The other three people were left with their own thoughts, and they gradually fell asleep when the moon reached its zenith.

early morning.

Lin was awakened by the sound of someone knocking on the door. She sat up immediately, and when she thought that Dahei was still in the room, her tense nerves relaxed.

The rustling sound of the door continued in the room.

Lin called out uncertainly, "Dahei?"

Dahei didn't make any warning sound, which meant that it was Dahei who was trying to pry open the door.

"Woooooooo..."

Lin fumbled to put on her shoes. Dahei came over, his tail swishing on the cabinet, making a banging sound, and his eyes kept pointing in the direction of the door.

"Do you want to go out to relieve yourself? Don't worry, I'll open the door for you."

Lin was fully awake. She put on a coat and opened the door.

Dahei couldn't relieve himself in his own yard, so Lin stood at the gate and let him go out to relieve himself.

The village was silent, with a hint of misty light in the night.

After an unknown amount of time, Dahei came back limping, circled around Lin's feet twice, and spoke in a sobbing voice.

"Okay, okay, go back to sleep."

At this moment, sleepiness swept over her. Lin yawned and patted Dahei in the dark. Instead of feeling the warm fur, she felt a hard hair prick her palm.

"what?!"

Lin almost cried out. In the dim night light, she got closer and saw clearly that Dahei was holding a pheasant in his mouth.

The pheasant was already dead, its head swaying weakly with Dahei's movements, and blood was dripping from it.

Lin took a step back and said, "Dahei, sit here and don't move."

If I go back bleeding all the way, the others will be scared when they wake up tomorrow morning.

Lin's eyes had already adjusted to the night. She quickly went back to get a large basin and put the pheasant back in it.

Light the oil lamp.

The man and the dog looked at each other.

"Did you just go catching pheasants?"

Dahei shook his head and arched his mouth towards the mountains.

Lin suddenly thought of what Xiaoliu said that night.

"This can't be, is it Xiao Hui's father who gave it to you?"

"Wang!"

Dahei let out a weak cry, his face full of pride.

Lin held his forehead and said, it's true that dogs' feelings are more sincere than humans'.

"Okay, okay, put it here first and stew it for you in the morning."

Dahei looked at the pheasant reluctantly, then went back to hug the child and continue sleeping.

As soon as the sun rose, Lin couldn't sleep anymore, so she just dealt with the pheasant with fatigue in her eyes.

The chicken needs to be plucked with hot water, so she sat in front of the stove to boil water.

Although he was still awake, he kept yawning and felt exhausted.

It turns out that you still need to get enough sleep.

Cui Zhaozhao came out of the house with a frown. As soon as she woke up, she smelled meat. She was sure that it was not stewed pork because pork was not so fishy.

After opening the lid of the pot, quickly close it again.

"Where did we get the chicken?"

If they were eating it, they could use seasoning to neutralize the earthy smell, but because it was for Dahei, Lin simply boiled it in water.

The taste of boiled pheasant is really hard to describe, and it is comparable to boiled chicken feathers.

"It was given to Dahei by the wolf to nourish his body."

Cui Zhaozhao opened his mouth and struggled to digest this information.

The wild wolves actually catch pheasants to nourish Dahei. If they catch one a day, Dahei can eat it until his mouth is full of oil, and maybe they will also benefit from it.

But pheasant meat is a bit tough. It would be great if she could catch domestic chickens in the mountains so that she can satisfy her craving with Dahei.

Thinking of this, a bold idea suddenly flashed through Cui Zhaozhao's mind.

"Mom, did Dahei not escape?"

Lin raised her head and said, "It went out in the early morning, so it shouldn't need to be taken out now."

"I think it needs a walk, so I'll go out and walk it."

After saying that, Cui Zhaozhao called Dahei and went out.