Splendid peasant girl busy farming

No food
Usually three bowls of porridge can fill the big bowl, and you have to walk slowly. Three people and six steamed buns can provide the staple food for a family of three.

Coupled with the pickled vegetables at home, it was delicious and full, and more importantly, there was no need to pay for it during the disaster, so Xian Junniang went to the porridge shed every day to get food, and it was a joy to run.

Of course, I ate what others gave me, but I never heard a word of gratitude from her.

"Mom, are you back? I said I was going to pick you up." Jiang Xianjun said.

If it was some time ago, Jiang's mother would definitely smile and say, "I'm not a child, so why should I pick it up?"

But this time, Mother Jiang's complexion was very ugly, she put the bowl and bowl in her hand into Jiang Xianjun's hand with a dark face: "Take it!"

Jiang Xianjun took the things in his hand, he didn't rush to look at the food in the bowl, but stared at Jiang's mother's face.

"Mom, what's the matter with you? Did you quarrel with someone again?"

"No!"

Mother Jiang snorted angrily, lifted the curtain and entered the east room.

In the east room, there was no light on, and Jiang Er was lying on the bed in the dim room.

Hearing the movement in the main room, Jiang Er struggled to sit up.

"What's the matter with you? Why are you so angry? What happened?" Jiang Er asked with concern.

Xian Junniang didn't bother to light the lamp, she pulled a stool and sat down, and started cursing after sitting down.

"I don't know that the story of my fight with Scar was spread to the Luo family, it must have been fueled by embellishments. When I went to collect the relief food at noon, it was still for three people, and at night I would lose my share! "

"Those women who cook are arrogant and say that Qing'er has spoken, saying that Scar and I have wasted food and deducted one day's rations. Besides this meal, there are two more meals to be deducted!"

"Ah? What's the matter?" Jiang Er was also dumbfounded.

Jiang Xianjun followed Mother Jiang into the house when he heard the punishment.

He paused, and looked down at the food in his hand.

Indeed, there is one serving less than usual.

Immediately, Jiang Xianjun raised his head and deliberately said in a relaxed and peaceful tone: "It's okay, Dad and I still have it, and the three of us can still eat together."

At this time, Jiang Er also followed his son's words: "The Luo family's porridge is sticky, and the steamed buns are also big. I can eat one at a time, and the rest is enough for your mother to fill her stomach."

Jiang Xianjun nodded, came to the table and put the things on the table, then fumbled to light up the lamp.

On the table is a soybean oil lamp.

Before the flood, the tung oil lamps were lit.

If she hadn't divorced Mian Mian back then, then candles must have been lit at home now.

After retiring with Mian Mian, I don't count on lighting candles, and tung oil is also good.

After the flooding, the furniture was repaired. In order to prevent the damp furniture from breeding termites, the little tung oil left was used to paint the furniture.

So I can only light this kind of soybean oil lamp. After lighting, the light is the size of a mung bean, jumping endlessly, and cannot illuminate the wide range of the sieve, but makes people drowsy even more.

Looking at the faint flame, Jiang Er yawned.

"Xianjun, go to the kitchen and get three bowls, let's finish our supper and then go to bed!"

Jiang Xianjun responded, turned around and left, but was stopped by his mother.

"Xianjun, just take your father's bowls and chopsticks, don't take mine." She said.

"Why?"

"I don't eat at night."

"Ah? It's been a long night, mother, why don't you eat?" Jiang Xianjun frowned and asked.

Xian Junniang was sitting at the table, the jumping flames were extremely weak, her face was half-lit, her eyes were dark, like a snake hiding in the dark, her whole body exuded resentment.

"Just stop making trouble, eat and sleep, don't worry about so many things!" Jiang Er also heard Xian Junniang's words, and said a little impatiently.

"Is it me? What's wrong with me? They took advantage of their power to deduct my rations first. Is it a disturbance if I refuse to eat her food?" Xian Junniang asked Jiang Er word by word. .

Don't be fooled by this 'calm' appearance, Jiang Er and Xian Junniang have been husband and wife for 20 years, and he knows this woman's temper well.

If she jumps up and says sarcastic remarks, it's fine, you just ignore her, and after a while, she'll be fine after she's done venting.

The more she breaks up with you calmly, the game will be over, which is a sign of seriousness.

What to do?

You have to bite the bullet and coax!

"I didn't say to stop your food all the time. Let's make do with these two meals. How can we not eat?"

"If you don't eat, won't your body collapse? If you collapse, who will help take care of the children when the wife comes in? Xianjun, don't you think so?"

Jiang Er kept winking at Jiang Xianjun.

Jiang Xianjun understood, and quickly responded: "Yes, yes, father is right, mother, you sit down, and my son fetches the bowls and chopsticks!"

Mother Jiang suddenly slapped the table and stood up.

"It's been said that I won't eat or eat, I won't die of hunger if I don't eat one meal, and I won't die if I don't eat three meals!"

"I still don't believe that I'm afraid of her, Yang Ruoqing!"

After saying this, Xian Junniang left the house angrily, and went back to sleep in her own room, and the door of the room was slammed by her and slammed.

Ever since Jiang Er became paralyzed, Junniang Xian didn't sleep in the same room with him.

There were only three rooms in the house, she carried the quilt directly to her son Jiang Xianjun's room, she slept on the bed, and Jiang Xianjun built a shop next to it.

When Old Jiangtou and Jiang Da saw it from behind, they all accused their mother and son of being shameless.

Two able-bodied people sleep with their heads covered at night, and throw Jiang Er, a paralyzed patient, in another room. They have no conscience!
Furthermore, Jiang Xianjun is engaged, and his wife is about to come in, and he sleeps in the same room as his wife, so if it spreads, he won't be afraid of being laughed at by the villagers?

So, due to the pressure from all sides and Jiang Xianjun's filial piety, Jiang Xianjun moved to Jiang Er's house to play the floor, so that he could take care of Jiang Er at night.

So Jiang Xianjun’s house was taken over by Xianjunniang alone, including now, in order to marry his wife, the beds, tables and chairs in the house have been renovated and painted with tung oil... Xianjunniang also lives in it as usual, There is no intention of moving.

"Father, do you see my mother here?" Jiang Xianjun heard the slammed door, bewildered, and asked Jiang Er for advice.

Jiang Erzhong sighed heavily, "She just has this temper. She feels that she has been humiliated, and she can't go to Qing'er to piss her off. This anger is suffocated, and it has become like this."

"Leave her alone. If you continue to do so, all your anger will be directed at our father and I, and we will suffer for nothing."

"Alright then!" Jiang Xianjun had no choice but to listen to Jiang Er's arrangement.

Since he was a child, he has been a person who has no ideas. He either listens to his father or his mother. Anyway, he has never had his own ideas.

By the way, it was his own idea to have Mianmian's childhood sweetheart at the beginning, but in the end...it still failed.

(End of this chapter)