I rewrote family history

Chapter 34 Brown Sugar Water

Niang's story is very simple, there is no outstanding plot.In Xu San'er's narration, she is similar to the peasant women in the village, cunning, shameless, loves to play tricks, and likes to care about everything she does.Sneaked into the neighbor's field to pull a handful of shallots and a few persimmons...

"Mother is like this."

Xu Er was disappointed.

He thought his mother should be as docile as her husband, with the outstanding figure of a county yamen lady, and even if she cursed, she should speak softly like the shopkeeper in an oil workshop.

Mother became ugly in his eyes.He attached his memory to the peasant women in the countryside everywhere, but he couldn't find any beauty that a woman should have, such as dark and thick skin, and greasy braids.Uh..., mother actually looked like this, he regretted hearing the news.

The gray and white fox was also disappointed.The mother in his memory was rocking the crib and smiling, her long braids were black and shiny, with the fragrance of gardenias, her hands were as soft as smoke.Along with the air is gentle.

It ran out of the courtyard, along the dirt road, and came to a raised grave on the plateau.There are no stone monuments or wooden plaques in this tomb, it is just a small earth bag that is simply raised.The weeds were cleaned up, and the surrounding late wheat was nourished by the bones of the ancestors, golden and splendid, and grew luxuriantly.

Yo Yo, the humming of foxes resounded in the wilderness.

Immediately afterwards, the summer wind on the plateau blew up, setting off golden waves of wheat, and the sweet scent of wheat poured into its mouth and nose, stuffing it everywhere, and the falling wheat awns scratched its white fox fur.

It drooped its head, stopped the mournful fox cry, and walked towards the house.It was the first time that it knew its mother's voice from its father's mouth, but this undoubtedly shattered its dream.

Yes, it actually already understood that Niang was an ordinary peasant woman.

In the courtyard, Xu San'er was weaving willow baskets while talking about the past of his deceased wife, "You are not your mother's first child, but the third son. Eyes rolled up, eyes hanged, dead, buried in..."

He pointed to a growing vein on the plateau slope, "That's Wawawagou, where the dead Wazi were thrown and buried with a shovel of loess."

Wawagou, this is what Xu never knew.

A willow basket was formed in Xu San'er's hands, he threw it aside, and weaved another willow basket mechanically and numbly, his big hands like flying shuttles first bent the willow, and then tightened the base of the willow basket, "Your mother gave birth to you!" It's the third child, so I didn't care, cut the umbilical cord and went to the fields to do farm work, they all did this, only your mother suffered a disaster and died."

"Before she died, she begged me to drink a bowl of brown sugar water. She heard from others that drinking brown sugar water could cure her illness and her death. In the end, I borrowed a bowl of brown sugar water and brought it home. By then, she was already dead."

Thick smoke came out of his mouth and nose, covering half of his face.

He remembered that the red blood stains wet the whole kang.

"Your mother is a miserable person."

He repeated the first sentence again.

If he had brought that bowl of brown sugar water home earlier, she probably wouldn't have died.

The gray and white fox walked into the courtyard, and it took a sip of the cool well water.It didn't know about the mother's death before, and it was because of this bowl of brown sugar water.But thinking about it, even if this bowl of brown sugar water is served in front of my mother, it won't save my mother's life.

"Master Hu, what did you do?"

Xu San'er was shocked when he saw the somewhat embarrassed fox fairy.He hastily put down the willow basket, walked up to the gray-white fox, smoothed its hair, and took off the few strands of wheat ears tied to its body.

The gray-white fox shook his head.

It just wants to be a fox fairy, and it won't say anything more.

Said, probably no one will believe it.

"This is late wheat, it must be harvested."

Xu San'er withdrew his gaze from the fox fairy, glanced at the ears of wheat in the palm of his hand, and said sharply.

On the ears of wheat, some grains sprouted.

"This malt is also a snack." Xu San'er tore off the wheat grains from the ears, picked out the germinated grains, handed them to Xu Er, and smiled, "It's sweet."

Raw malt is sweet and a country delicacy.

Xu Er took the malt and stuffed it into his mouth, a faint sweet taste filled his mouth.After eating the malt, he also quit talking, went back to the house, and blew out the lamp to rest.

The next day, he got up early again and rushed to the county government workshop to continue copying books.

Day after day, after half a month.Only then did he learn who the young lady was from Zheng Xuli's mouth.She is Miss Wednesday, a distant relative of Xian Zun.

Chen Xianzun in front of the steps of the Lingxing Gate of the Confucian Temple stands tall.Xu Er was stunned and suddenly lost his ridiculous thoughts. He is not able to climb up to such a person.

It's just that, from time to time, when he walks out of the ear room of the county government office, he is easily touched by the scene, as if he saw the charming and beautiful girl on Wednesday.The girl on Wednesday lived in the back house of the county government, separated by a wall.

Another ten days later, Xu San'er went to the mountain to pick a lot of wild fruits, filled a bamboo basket, and asked him to pay homage to Mr. Xie Hongwenxue.

……

"This is my first love. When I was young, I saw her short side and remembered her in my heart. At that time, she probably didn't know that I was there."

Xu Cong's voice echoed in the ward.

The mother's matter disappeared in Xu Cong's explanation.

Mother is too bitter.

Those who know, shed a few drops of sad tears for her, but they can't bring anything.Sad people should be buried in memory.Just like Wawagou, it is a secret between adults and should not be mentioned to children.

"Foot binding? Did Miss Wednesday also have her feet bound?"

Xu Qing thought that the first love in the old man's memory should be beautiful and flawless, but unexpectedly, such a perfect person was a girl with bound feet.

"At that time, all the ladies had their feet bound, except for the enlightened gentry. No matter if they were rich, poor, or lowly, they all had their feet bound. Only some people had their feet bound."

Xu Cong replied affirmatively.

"Fortunately, I was born in the new century."

Xu Qing, who was silent for a while, patted her chest and said happily.

She couldn't imagine how to live after her feet were bound.I can't walk fast, so I have to take a sedan chair when I travel.No, her family didn't have the money to take the sedan chair, so the soles of her feet should be walking with pain.

Wu Hao didn't make a sound for a long time.

"Unfeeling son, what are you thinking? Your girlfriend?"

Seeing Wu Hao in a daze, Xu Qing pinched the soft flesh on his arm and teased.

Wu Hao didn't reply, just shook his head.

He also has girls he likes.

Even though it was coaxed by a best friend in the same class, if you don't like it, why would you post a Q chat message along the way.However, love is mostly based on material things.He understands this.Few of today's students don't understand the truth...

　Get up tomorrow morning for another chapter.My mind is a bit blank, and writing a book in two pages is too much effort.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)