Traveling through the barren years, picking up space, picking up food, drinking and picking up husba

Chapter 48 It's hot, the shoes have melted
Cen Abao came running: "Grandma, I have an idea."

Before talking to the good grandson, you have to squat down and be at the same height as her, otherwise the child will think that she can't count.

"Good boy, what do you think, learn from grandma."

Cen Abao pulled old lady Cen's fallen hair behind her ears with her small hands: "Grandma, we will live in this village from now on, right?"

"Correct."

"Let's live with my in-laws, right?"

Mrs. Cen thought it was a joke to put the word "family" out of the mouth of her good grandson.

Pursing his lips, Le: "Yes."

"Then we have to have a good relationship with the people in the village, grandma, think about it, Uncle Chen is the oldest, he is still an old man in the village, we let him lose, he can't go fishing, cut off his way of life, how many tricks People hate it, how can the people in the village be with us in the future." Don't look at Cen Abao, who is small, but has a lively mind and understands human relationships.

Old Madam Cen thought the same way. It's not good for a person from outside the village to offend people as soon as he enters the village.

"Grandma, I'll go too." Cen Abao raised his hands and said, "I'll go to Uncle Chen's house later. There are more than 30 households in the village. Let's send a fish to each household."

Li Xiang was a bit petty: "Huh? No way, this fish is so big and so good, why give it to others."

"You shallow-sighted thing, what do you know? It's not surprising that you are so polite. What can you do if you just come to the village and give me something? The provincial people are jealous of you seeing you catch so many fish." Old lady Cen gouged out the third daughter-in-law .

Cen Abao nodded straightly: "Yes, they got one, and they can feel better after taking advantage of it."

Mrs. Cen brought Abao Qi Zeyao with a fish basket, deliberately avoiding the meal time, and when she entered the yard, she heard the noisy noise inside: "Old Chen, let's see if you can do it, why don't you?" It's okay, there's nothing to gamble on, it's all right now."

Chen Fugui fell out of the chair with a snap.

The old lady Cen groaned when she fell, and Abao Cen picked up the small bench and put it into the room.

Chen Fugui's family didn't look very good when they saw them at first.

until……

"Big brother, look at it, we were discussing lessons yesterday, and you left the fish there, so I brought it for you, and I put an extra one for you."

"Why don't you bet or not? Let's learn from each other. I can't expect you to lead us in the future."

Chen Fugui's family laughed and went down the steps, what else do you want?I want to go to heaven: "Haha, yes, let's discuss, tsk, why give me one more."

"Oh, your little granddaughter is so handsome, she looks like the person in the painting."

Before leaving, he still had to stuff old lady Cen with two apples, and the two of them tore up: "It's not for you, it's for the two kids, take it, you're welcome."

After the Cen's family left, Chen Fugui smacked his lips: "Tsk, he's pretty good at handling things, and he can handle people too."

The smell of apples is old, just entering the door, the boys of the Cen family rushed over like grasshoppers: "Milk, what, it smells so good."

Mrs. Cen wanted to fool the past, she was a little selfish, and wanted to save it for A Bao and Xiao Yao.

Who would have thought that this good little grandson's paws were so fast, he took out the two apples in a swish, like a small mountain king: "Brothers, let's go, let's share the apples."

"Hahahaha, oh oh oh, that's great."

"Eat an apple."

"What does it taste like? I haven't eaten it before."

bang.

"Sweet, juicy, so delicious."

"I don't even want to swallow."

Before Mrs. Cen muttered something, her mouth turned cold, and the good grandson stuffed the apple into her mouth, and then jumped up and covered her mouth: "I don't want to spit milk, I'm blind for nothing."

Cen Abao ordered another two yuan for his parents to eat, which covered everything.

Although there were not many apples in each mouth, they both fell asleep with their mouths sweet.

In the morning, the smoke from the kitchen was curling up, and every household got up early to fill up the stove for cooking. Once the stove was fired, even the kang was hot.

Cen Abao, who was sleepy, was tossing and turning hot, his little head was sweating, and he dreamed that he was being charcoal-roasted on a fire.

The boys of the Cen family got up early and ran around blah blah blah. The angry old lady Cen knocked on the stove hook: "Keep your voice down, wake up your sisters and see how I can deal with you."

They said to themselves: Your own voice is louder than anyone else's.

"Grandma." Cen Abao's voice was hoarse and confused, and was hugged by Cen's old lady: "Wake up."

"Grandma, it's getting hot." I've already dried the ripe shrimp for me.

Mrs. Cen remembered it, she stuttered and took the fish basket to each house.

The whole village felt warm, and some felt embarrassed.

"Tsk, look at me, I'm not arrogant, and I said bad things about people, and people even gave us fish."

"Well, this family is nice."

"Go back and forth."

In fact, Cen Abao also wanted to follow, he took all the steps out, and then retracted, oops, his feet were hot.

Mrs. Cen came back sweating profusely, and Abao Cen threw a veil of cold water to cool down the milk: "It's really hot this year."

"Grace, there were fewer mosquitoes last night."

It is impossible to cook in the house, it will suffocate to death.

The front yard is not working either, there is a shack or something, and it will be set on fire.

In the backyard, it’s like in Marlborom, but what’s the strength? It doesn’t need yellow mud to build a simple stove with a few stones.

"My dear grandson, my grandma will roll out noodles for you at noon."

"Okay." Wiped the halazi.

When a fire started, the firewood crackled and crackled, Cen Abao squatted down and smelled it: "Hey, grandma, I would like to smell the firewood."

Mrs. Cen laughed, then dug out a small piece of meat lard and threw it into the pot. The congealed lard gradually melted with the temperature of the fire, bubbling, and the minced wild boar meat was thrown in, and it changed color. , the fragrance burst out, and put on the soybean paste made by myself, it was all shiny, and it was very exciting.

Mrs. Cen was fast and energetic. She kneaded the dough well, stretched it, cut it, and rolled it with strength.

The thick-flavored miso is mixed into the noodles, and the noodles are oily, and it is comfortable to eat.

After eating, the boys went to play, and came back after a while and screamed: "Grandma, the pool where we put the fish has dried up."

"Grandma, our land is dry and cracked."

Mrs. Cen ran out in a hurry. All the fish she caught yesterday turned over, and she made a decisive decision: "Pick it up and dry it into salted fish."

"Dig out the seeds from the fish maw to make sauce."

"I want milk." Cen Abao was a little greedy cat.

"I don't like to eat fish roe, children don't know how to count when they eat fish roe."

Cen Abao quietly ran out to look at the grain, and when he touched the grain bag, it was hot to the touch: "If it is dried in the sun, it won't dry out, and the rice will still be fine."

Cen Abao went to the cellar while everyone was busy. Regardless of the heat outside, the moisture inside was really baked away, leaving nothing but dryness.

She quietly climbed up and said to Mrs. Cen: "Grandma, let's move the food down..."

"Are you going down? Why are you so courageous, a child, what if you accidentally smashed your brain?" Mrs. Cen really felt that she could take care of one side and not the other.

The grain was moved down by Boss Cen and the others, and the firewood room was facing the sun, just right for drying fish and so on.

The old cows were lying on the ground in the heat, sticking out their tongues, looking as if they were about to die, Cen Abao hurriedly led them to the back, so that the back wall would be cooler.

The water on the other side of the river and the sea was so scalding hot that it was impossible to set foot, and the fish and shrimps who were afraid of the heat dived into the bottom of the water.

The wild boar leather shoes that were left to dry in the yard and were worn in the water were all melted.

Granny Cen slapped her hands: "The meeting."

(End of this chapter)