Mother!Do you want to change your father?

Chapter 77
He Zexu had been sitting in the room for a full hour. In the first half of the hour, he carefully looked at everything in the room, and in the second half of the hour, he sat facing the direction of the bed.

This place that he has dreamed of for 13 years is his home.

He lived here for more than nine months, nearly three hundred days, but he never knew what it was like.

It turned out that it was like this!
When I lived here before, I knew the conditions of the family were very poor and poor, but seeing all this with my own eyes, I was still shocked. His and Sanniang's homes are so simple.

The bowls in the kitchen are made of rough pottery, and they all have some blemishes.

He Zexu remembered that Sanniang told him that such bowls were cheap.

At the beginning, it seemed that there were no bowls, and the ones they used were the ones with notches.

Sanniang said, as long as it can hold rice and use it, it is fine, saying that the days will get better and better, and slowly buy and replace the good ones.

However, until the day of departure, the replacement dishes and jars were still flawed.

The four walls of the house are made of yellow mud mixed with straw.

The bed was very simple and rough. He looked through it and found that the thing under the mattress was reed flowers.

The quilt and quilt are the most common and cheapest kind of coarse cloth.

He Zexu stared at the thing for half an hour. It was the bed curtain, which was made up of many pieces of cloth of different sizes and colors. Tong San said that when he first came here, he washed it twice a year. , Later, because I was afraid that it would be damaged by washing, I only washed it once a year.

Even so, this patchwork bed curtain is still seriously faded, after all, it is more than ten years old.

He Zexu imagined in his mind that Sanniang must be happy when she was sewing the bed curtain, otherwise, how could she have the patience to put together so many scattered pieces of cloth so skillfully, and the stitches are so even .

Even, even the colors are all shades, patterns and solid colors are well-proportioned.

Although the life here is hard, she lives it happily. How much she loves this family!

If those people hadn't been found at that time, then the life of the two of them would have been so simple and warm!

At this time, He Zexu had an idea in his mind. Even if Zhuo Yan and the others said that the day after they said that the enemy was chasing them, she immediately said that they believed her and went with her.

Even though she had already prepared the bamboo raft for the route to leave, he now felt that she had indeed prepared to escape from here long ago, but if there was no last resort, she actually had no plan to leave here of.

Otherwise, life is just passing by. How can you think about everything in the future?

There is no need to go to the mountain to dig wisteria and plant it at the gate of the courtyard, and the fence wall does not need to be so beautiful. It is only necessary to grow vegetables that need to fill the stomach. What to do with some flowers!

Thinking of this, He Zexu's heart suddenly twisted and felt uncomfortable, so, what kind of last resort did Sanniang have that made her prefer to live such a miserable life in the Valley of Broken Soul?
Although he didn't look at her carefully when he was in Dama City, even so, He Zexu can be sure that Sanniang is definitely not an ordinary girl.

The sky gradually darkened, and when he heard footsteps walking back and forth outside the door, He Zexu knew that it was his subordinates who were worried about him.

He walked out, and sure enough, when they saw him, they immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

"Master, there are no restaurants and restaurants here, and my subordinates have made dinner." Tong San said cautiously.

Seeing the master looking in the direction of the kitchen, Tong San hurriedly declared: "Master, this subordinate is not cooking in your kitchen." After speaking, he pointed to the side with his hand.

He Zexu frowned, walked out of the courtyard door and looked to the side, only to find that there were two more cabins here. He walked in and took a look, one was for sleeping, and the other was a simple kitchen.

The pot was steaming and smelling fragrant.

The other people's stomachs have been growling for a long time, and now they heard that there was something to eat and smelled the fragrance, and they all looked at the master.

"Master, if you don't like it, my subordinates will dismantle it later and move away." Tong San, who had been restless, said cautiously.

"Let's eat." After He Zexu finished speaking, he turned and left.

When Jiao Ba and the others heard the master speak, they immediately entered the house to move the table, and rushed into the kitchen to help with the bowls and chopsticks.

"Why are there only a few bowls? Only two pairs of chopsticks?" Someone asked incredulously.

"Ahem, I'm the only one here." Tong San responded with some embarrassment.

If he knew that one day, the master would bring people over, he would definitely prepare some more dishes and chopsticks.

"If you want to eat, find your own way." Someone shouted.

So the big guy hurriedly used his brain to find a way, pulled a few thin bamboo sticks, used daggers, and sharpened chopsticks on the spot with knives and swords.

"Hey, Tong San, there are so many bamboo bowls here, why don't you let us use them?" Someone wandered outside and saw a few stacks of bamboo bowls under the corner and asked loudly.

When Tong San heard this, he slapped his head, how could he forget this: "I'm sorry, I was too excited, I didn't remember it, let's use it, just rinse it with water for a while."

The big guys rushed forward to grab the bamboo bowl.

In the kitchen, someone lifted the lid of the pot, saw the contents inside, and immediately wowed.

In the big iron pot, large pieces of wild boar stewed gurgling, exuding fragrance.

Tong San was afraid that it would not be enough to eat, so he added dried mushrooms and vegetables to it, and stewed a big pot.

On the edge of the pot, there is a circle of corn tortillas, which look golden and yellow, which is very beautiful.

"Tong San, I can't tell, you still have this hand." Someone said with a smile, and wanted to use the freshly sharpened chopsticks to pick up the meat in the pot.

Someone praised himself, Tong San was very happy: "What's the matter, you try here alone, if you don't learn how to cook, it won't work. Hey, wait, don't grab it, send some to the master first ah."

Only then did the big guy remember, yes, there is also the master.

In the room separated by a wall, He Zexu was eating corn tortillas in his hand, thinking of the days with Sanniang, most of the days he ate cornmeal, sorghum rice, and corn mush.

Life at home was so tight, but she didn't sell all the wild game the two of them got up and down the mountain.Instead, this time the wild game is sold, and the next time it will be kept at home to improve the meal.

Sanniang said that saving money is important, but the health of the two is more important. If you don’t eat something good, you will be weak, and if you are weak, you will get sick easily. If you get sick, you have to spend money to see a doctor to prescribe medicine. Yes, you don’t need to spend money to buy it, so why be harsh on yourself.

He Zexu ate a piece of wild boar meat, which was really delicious, but compared with Sanniang's, it was still not good.

Tong Sandun's wild pork is old and tough, while Sanniang's stewed meat is soft and delicious.

That night, He Zexu slept on the bed in the room, and the pillow was filled with wild buckwheat. Unfortunately, even though Tong San took care of the room very diligently, the wild buckwheat in the pillow had turned powdery. The comfort that I remember.

Next door outside, Tong San is already stewing the second pot of meat, there is no way, there are more than [-] people, one pot is not enough to eat.

He planned to transport the wild boar out of the valley early in the morning to sell. The twenty or so bamboo bowls were also the result of several days of work. Although they could not be sold for money now, Tong San didn't feel bad at all.

He is happy, very happy.

"By the way, how long will the master stay here this time?" Tong San remembered and asked...

　Dear fairies, the banshee still owes a chapter of the monthly ticket to add updates, and it will be updated a few days later.
　　
　
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