Farmers have space: open wasteland and set up stalls to farm

Chapter 5

Song Duoya, who was waiting halfway here, couldn't wait for Lian Zhi to come back, and it was almost noon, thinking that she was going back by another way, so she went home alone with hatred in her heart.

As soon as I entered the courtyard, I saw Shiwazi standing in front of the stove in the main room, holding a piece of white flour pancake in his hand!
"Mom! Sister Duoya, she snatched my pancakes!"

When Shi Wazi yelled, there were still crumbs of bread in his mouth that he hadn't had time to swallow, and he sprayed it all over the place.

It turned out that Song Duoya saw her mother feeding the chickens under the corner of the wall, so she hurried to the main room, quickly tore off a small piece of bread from Song Shiwa's hand, and stuffed it into her mouth.

"Oh, god! My little ancestor! Don't make a sound! That's white flour! White flour!"

Song slapped her hands when she saw it, shouted distressedly and ran towards the main room.

Running over, he first picked up the broken pieces of cake scum mixed with dust on the ground, and pulled them up with his hands, and kept chanting,

"Blind for nothing, really blind for nothing!"

"It's made of white flour! Don't waste a single bit of it!"

Mrs. Song put a pinch of broken cake slag mixed with dust into the small bowl on the stove, with a hint of distress on her face.

In the end, it can only be mixed with corn dregs...

Thinking of this, he lowered his head and reached out to pick up the broom from under the pot, yelling and rushed into the house,

"What a shame! Where have you been all this morning? The chickens at home haven't been fed, why don't you go cut some grass by the river?"

And Song Duo swallowed the pancakes like a gulp, and almost choked.

She ran into the house and saw that there was nothing on the kang, so she knew that the white flour pancake must have been hidden by her mother!

Before I could turn it over, I saw her mother walking in with a broom,

"What are you looking around for? I'm asking you something, do you want to be beaten?"

Unlike Lian Zhi, Song Shi just used the broom to scare Song Duoya, and didn't really want to beat her up.

"Mom, I went down the mountain to collect firewood. I picked up a lot of firewood and I was almost exhausted. Now I am thirsty and hungry!" Song Duoya looked outside and quickly argued.

"Gathering firewood? Can you find firewood?"

Mrs. Song had cross-eyed eyes, but when she stared at Song Duoya and questioned her, both eyeballs crowded together.

"It's just down the mountain, and Lian Zhi is packing it up there, she'll get it back in a while!"

Seeing that Lian Zhi hadn't come back, Song Duoya was thinking again, as long as she said this, the whole family would know that she picked up the firewood after a while.

Hearing what she said, Mrs. Song also believed it, and then reached under the straw mat at the top of the kang, and took out a cloth bag from the hay.

Opened the cloth bag and contained three white flour pancakes, broke off half of the top one, handed it to Song Duoya and said,
"Your father is coming back soon, I have to save some for your father, you are only allowed to eat half of this!"

Song Duoya nodded like pounding garlic, took half of the white flour pancake from Mrs. Song's hand, and stuffed it into her mouth in two strokes.

"You can't slow down, the girl's family has to have a good taste!"

Mrs. Song frowned and chattered, and she still didn't forget to hand her a glass of water. It would be difficult to find a husband's house like this...

Just when I was about to say a few more words to her, I heard someone yelling loudly outside the courtyard,
"Auntie! Uncle and the others are all back. They have already disembarked at the head of the village. Come to the street and wait to welcome them!"

When Song heard this, she hurriedly called her two children to the street, "Hurry up! Come on, your father is back, let's go to the street to meet him!"

(End of this chapter)