Second Sister Nongmen has space

Chapter 49
Song Liyun stewed the chicken and started to do other things.

After washing the large stove in the clean room and heating up the water, she was ready to take a good bath.

From wearing to this body, I had scrubbed it when I was in the water in Xiaoshi Village. I have traveled hundreds of miles these days and have not had a chance to take a bath, so I have been feeling uncomfortable for a long time.

The clean room of the big family is very particular, the floor is covered with bluestone, the sewage is left in the gutter along the sink, and there is a place for a bathtub next to it.

The tub had already been chopped into firewood by Song Liyun and thrown into the stove to burn.

Although Song Liyun doesn't have a cleanliness fetish, she doesn't know how to use someone else's bathtub.

While the large stove in the clean room is heating hot water, it will also heat the room, making it very warm inside.

Song Liyun stood on the wooden board, scooped water from the pot with a wooden ladle, washed it up and down, and then changed into Song Shuirong's new coat, feeling comfortable from the inside out.

After reheating the water, Song Liyun grabbed Xiao An and wanted to wash him.

Seeing that her sister wanted to bathe herself, Xiao An was very shy, but Song Liyun was not shy.

In her eyes, Xiao An is just a child.

If he gets married and has children in the last days, the children should be able to make soy sauce.

If it is said that the brothers were originally blood relatives at the beginning, but now that they get along and understand the brothers better, Song Liyun has more maternal love than sympathy in her heart.

Looking at Xiao An who was completely undressed, Song Liyun's heart ached.

A few days ago, she only felt that Xiao An was not in good health, and she didn't have the intuitive feeling after taking off her clothes at this time.

Malnutrition has seriously affected Xiaoan's physical and mental development.

Xiaoan is ten years old, but her development is only like that of a five or six-year-old child.

Moreover, the sternum and ribs are highly protruding and deformed.

Even if Song Liyun is not a doctor, he can still recognize that this is a typical rickets deficiency of vitamin D and calcium.

It has been ten days since I came out of Xiaoshi Village, and I can still see bruises on Xiaoan's body, and there are more mottled marks left after being bitten and scratched by lice.

Song Liyun suppressed the soreness in her eyes, and comforted herself over and over again: I have come, and there is still a chance to make amends, and there is still time.

After using a large pot of water, he scrubbed off the old dirt on Xiao An's body, washed his thin yellow hair with soap powder, and then took out a set of clothes from Song Xiaobao's room.

Song Xiaobao is older than Xiao An, and looks healthy. His clothes look tall and big on Xiao An.

Fortunately, all clothes in this era need a belt, and the cuffs and trouser legs are rolled up, and then tied around the waist with a cloth belt, so that I can barely wear it.

Although Xiao An, who had washed her face, was skinny and sallow, she had a pretty face. Her long eyelashes half covered her light gray eyes, like clear spring water. Because of her shyness, she was even more endearing.

Seeing Song Liyun couldn't move her eyes, her mother's love burst into her heart: she is such a cute and poor little guy.

Seeing the second sister smiling and looking at him, Xiao An felt embarrassed, turned her head away from Song Liyun's gaze, and looked like a shy little boy.

Song Liyun chuckled: "Xiao An looks really good-looking, if she gains weight, she will look even better!"

When she came out with a brand new Xiao An, Song Zhenping looked at the clothes on the two of them in a daze.

The casserole and dishes used at noon were all newly made by Song Lao Er. Song Zhenping had never seen them before. Seeing that they were all new, he thought that everything in the "treasure bag" was new.

Now looking at the clothes on Xiaoan's body, it looked very familiar, and it was the same as Song Liyun's.

"This... Yun'er, your clothes?"

Song Liyun didn't explain, just took out a set of clothes and stuffed them into his arms: "Don't ask too much, there is hot water in the clean room, you go to take a shower, remember to take off this set of clothes and throw them out. We will wait for you to eat."

"oh oh!"

Song Zhenping hugged the clothes, feeling a little out of his mind, the clothes in his hands seemed to belong to his second uncle!
Why are there clothes from the second uncle's family in the treasure bag?
Feeling dizzy, under Song Liyun's urging, Song Zhenping still went to clean the room.

After he also took off his worn-out jacket and threw it out, Song Liyun lit a fire in the courtyard, then picked up several sets of clothes with wooden sticks and threw them into the fire.

The quilts used by the brothers were also thrown into the fire.

The flame rolled over the fabric, and those children and grandchildren inside did not know how many generations lived under the same roof, and the lice and fleas that had grown into full-grown lice and fleas were completely wiped out, and the crackling sound made the smoke smell like meat.

This was still in the side room of Xiaoshi Village, and Song Liyun discovered that the brothers' torn and old bedding and clothes were full of insect eggs.

Song Liyun didn't even have the mood to wash these clothes, she was worried that Song Zhenping would be reluctant, and now it's time to dispose of them.

When Song Zhenping is also washed, the way of dressing is the same as that of Xiao An.

Because Song Lao Er is fat and his clothes are even more spacious, at this time, wearing Song Zhenping can hold two people, and the belt has to be tied four times.

Song Zhenping's hair had been washed, and his hair scarf was also burned by Song Liyun, so it could only be draped over his shoulders at this time.

He himself was so thin that he was like a bundle of cloth.

Seeing Song Liyun laugh out loud, Xiaoan next to him also covered her mouth and laughed happily.

For a moment, the three of them laughed together.

At this time, only half of the bedding and clothes in the yard were burned, and Song Zhenping was very distressed to see the clothes he could still wear turned into ashes.

Different from his melancholy, Xiaoan was happy at this time.

By the time the three of them washed up, it was almost dark.

The casserole on the red clay stove was gurgling and steaming, the chicken was cooked soft, and the few potatoes simmering in the hot ashes of the firewood below also smelled sweet.

Song Zhenping set the table in the clean and spacious main room.

A casserole with stewed chicken was also placed on the table, each person had a bowl of radish and chicken soup, and then each person had a stewed potato.

The chicken soup is already full, and adding a potato is also a staple food.

The slow-cooked chicken soup is really different, the soup is thick, delicious, and the chicken is smooth and tender.

Coupled with the fresh radish inside, it absorbs the fat of the chicken soup, making the soup taste refreshing.

The stewed potatoes are soft and delicious, and Xiaoan's cheeks are bulging and her eyes are shining.

Song Zhenping and his brothers had no objection to eating potatoes at night.

In their impression, those who hadn't eaten at night almost all fell asleep half-stunned from hunger.

Now there are chicken soup and potatoes, and Song Zhenping's instinctive desire for food has made Song Zhenping forget to ask the reason for these things.

The three of them had the best appetites and were at the age when their bodies needed the most nutrition. At this time, they ate and drank without any scruples. An ordinary chicken was easily eaten by the three of them.

As night fell, the desolate house was shrouded in darkness during the day, and there was a whimpering sound from somewhere.

Song Zhenping finally remembered what this place was, and his complexion began to turn bad.

It's just that in front of his younger siblings, he still has to be the eldest brother, strong and calm.

And now I realize that there are still many problems in the house I cleaned up.

The window paper in the main room was torn, and the cold wind was blowing in. The hole in the kang hadn't been cleaned, so it was impossible to burn the kang.

There is also firewood that is not prepared.

Song Zhen's face was burning hot: Yun'er cooks and boils water, so that everyone will be fed and clothed.

I only tidy up a room by myself and I'm not ready.

(End of this chapter)