Became a poor little boy abandoned by his educated youth mother?

"Aunt, why don't you know how to embroider?" An Xueyan asked unwillingly on the way back.

"I can't help it. Your grandma can't do it either. I inherited it from her. I inherited her clumsy hand gene."

I remember how I enthusiastically learned embroidery with Zhou Huahua, but in the end I ended up with needle holes all over my hands and still didn’t learn anything.

This attracted the puzzled looks of her good sisters, just like a smart person looking at a fool, and she felt a little sad!

"Oh, I can't do that either!"

"How do you know you can't do it if you haven't even learned it?" An Qingyu was curious. Doesn't it mean that self-knowledge doesn't require trying?

An Xueyan stretched out her hand for her aunt to see.

"See my hands?"

An Qingyu nodded, still puzzled: "I saw it, it's white and tender, very suitable for embroidery."

Anyway, she saw that Zhou Huahua's hands were so tender, and she said that she took special care of them.

The little adult said, "You don't understand, little aunt. This is my wealthy hand. How can I possibly hold a needle? This hand will hold a pen in the future. Besides, I don't have the patience to do such delicate work."

After hearing this, An Qingyu rolled her eyes at her and tapped her forehead unhappily: "Why don't you just say you don't want to learn?"

"That's what I mean!

How about asking Sister Huahua to embroider beautiful flowers for me with my future pocket money?"

An Xueyan thought this was a good idea, as she just wanted to modify the small backpack.

"You can ask Huahua next time." An Qingyu felt that she should not get involved in the affairs of these two people.

The two returned home, but no one was home.

"Strange, where have everyone gone?"

"My brother is not here either. What's his attitude towards studying..." She was worried about him.

Seeing that it was getting late, An Qingyu took the initiative to clean up and cook dinner.

"Aunt, is Laba Festival tomorrow?"

"Correct."

"Do we cook Laba porridge at home?"

"I cook it every year. What? Are you craving for it?"

"I want to eat it! I wonder what ingredients grandma prepared."

"It's just rice, sorghum rice, grits, glutinous rice, red beans, black beans, and a little bit of sugar at the end." It's really just a little bit. She didn't feel the sweetness in previous years.

“Is this delicious?”

There wasn't much material and she thought it must be not very good.

"It's okay! I haven't eaten delicious Laba porridge either. Isn't it the same at every restaurant?"

An Qingyu was very confused!

Isn’t this the case in every household? Why does my niece think it doesn’t taste good?

An Xueyan...Okay! This era is so frugal. There aren't so many supplies. As long as you can eat your fill, taste is secondary.

I guess people don’t use so many ingredients to make Laba porridge because they don’t want to waste so much energy. Even if it tastes so good, it’s not enough for one meal.

Thinking of this, a question suddenly came to my mind: "Is the Laba porridge you ate in previous years very thin?"

"It's just like normal porridge. You don't think it should be boiled into water, right? That's something only your second mother can do." An Qingyu felt helpless when she thought of her second sister-in-law's temper.

"I want to eat thick Laba porridge with many kinds of ingredients in it. It must be delicious." I want to eat it just by thinking about it.

"If you had told your fourth brother earlier next year about Laba Festival and asked him to gather the ingredients in advance, it might still be possible. But this year, it's probably not going to work. Your grandma didn't prepare that much."

"Yeah." If you don't have any expectations, just wait until next year.

After An Qingyu had finished cooking the meal, the other family members came back one after another.

"Grandma, where have you been?"

"The cows in the cowshed are giving birth. I'm going to help take a look."

"You can even deliver cows!" He looked at her with admiration.

"No, I'm just helping to clean up."

Well, she is just so honest.

The dinner was simple, just cabbage vermicelli and pickled cucumbers. We didn’t even steam the rice.

Because rice is now a refined grain, no family can afford to eat it every day.

The next day, her grandmother cooked a big pot of Laba porridge and sent it to her two sons' families and other people she had good relations with. They also received Laba porridge from other people's families. An Xueyan took a look and found that they were all similar. With limited ingredients, she didn't have high expectations.

They drank Laba porridge for the next few days. An Xueyan felt full just by hearing the name. Her grandmother also soaked Laba garlic.

Her father has been very busy these days. He came back on Laba Day and said that he would be busy for more than half a month before he could have some free time.

When Wang Lai-chi returned to her mother's home, her brother and sister-in-law treated her very politely at first.

"Second sister, just stay at home and rest assured. How can your brother not give you a bite of food?" Wang Chuanzong said it beautifully.

"There is not much food left at home, head of the household, this..." The sister-in-law looked at the man in embarrassment.

"We just need to eat less, but you can't not give my sister food!" Wang Chuanzong scolded unhappily.

Wang Lai was deeply moved by her brother's attitude. She looked at him with tears in her eyes and said, "Little brother, you have a hard time, but you are still so kind to me. I am so happy."

As he said that, he took out 2 yuan from his pocket.

"Second sister didn't bring much money this time, so use these two yuan first."

"Second sister, what are you doing? How can I accept money? What kind of person do you think your brother is?" Wang Chuanzong righteously refused to accept the money.

"Boss, this is a little gift from our second sister. We should take it first so that we can feel at ease. Let's buy some delicious food for our second sister to nourish her." Wang Chuanzong's wife advised from the side.

Only then did Wang Chuanzong reluctantly take the money.

That night, Wang Laidi had a bowl of egg custard, which moved her so much that her eyes were filled with tears.

"Second sister, our family's conditions are not better than yours. We can only offer these few good things. Please eat them as you please and don't be disgusted." There was shame on Wang Chuanzong's face, as if Wang Lai was really indebted for this little treat of eggs.

If An Qingshun was here, he would know that his brother-in-law was up to no good, but the one who was here was Wang Laika, who favored boys over girls. She would only think that her brother had grown up, become sensible, and knew how to care for his sister.

"This is very good. Many people can't even afford it. Why are you complaining about it?" The blind Wang Laidi thought this was the best hospitality.

She also scooped a big spoonful for her brother so that he could have more food, and then gave some to her three nephews and nieces. After all the rounds, she only had two bites left for herself, but she was still happy.

After dinner in the evening, we sat on the kang and chatted.

Wang Chuanzong asked An Qingshun how much money he could earn by taking odd jobs.

Now that Wang Lai Kan feels that his younger brother is the one closest to him, he tells him everything without hiding anything.

"Sister, your family must have at least 700 or 800 yuan in savings. You're really rich." My sister-in-law showed an envious look.

I also think that my second sister is a fool. If her man was so capable, she would have worshipped him and would have done whatever he was told to do without hesitation. But she still made trouble for such a trivial matter. I don't know what's wrong with her brain.

How come such a good woman like her doesn't have such a good family?

God is really blind.

Wang Lai, who has now become heartless, directly exposed his own past.

"Not that much, only about two or three hundred. Although I earn a lot, the expenses at home are also high."