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

Chapter 58 Oh, my heart is going to be broken into dumpling stuffing
Huh.

numb.

There was a man lying on the ground.

Two cows and an ugly mule pushed their heads hard.

Cen Arun jumped high, screamed angrily, and beat people with his small fists like a calf, and even bit him: "Let you steal my garlic, let you steal my garlic."

Steal garlic?

Cen Abao was fine at first, but listening to this... oh... no.

Immediately, he ran over like a whirlwind to beat someone up.

Granny Cen grabbed her by the neck: "Don't go, I'll hurt you again."

She and the third daughter-in-law looked at each other and rushed forward, punching and kicking.

Why is the sound of begging for mercy so familiar?

He pulled his hair up and looked: "Acquaintance." A peddler who was caught selling buns and drugging them.

"Old woman, this is the first time I've seen such a shameless person." Old lady Cen spat: "How dare you be dishonest after being beaten several times."

The peddler begged for mercy: "I see that your garlic is selling well, so I'm thinking of taking the risk and stealing some to live in another place."

"You are beautiful, but you still want to take my garlic seedlings and go to other places to make a fortune, why? This place can't accommodate you."

"I can't get along here anymore, and my relatives in the north say that many people from the south have passed."

"Send him to the Yamen first."

When Mrs. Cen entered the house, she found that there was no one there, but the food and everything had been prepared.

Cen Arun rolled around in the soil like a dirty child, rubbing his face: "Grandma, the third uncle took my brother to pick herbs, my mother was taken out for a walk after taking the medicine, my second uncle and brother went out to welcome you Already, I guess we've gone two ways."

After a while, they all came back one after another, and when they heard about the situation just now, their hearts became agitated. Boss Cen admitted his mistake in time: "Mother, it's my fault, I shouldn't have left Ah Run alone at home."

"It shouldn't be at all. Suan is a child if he loses it. The child is broken or kidnapped. Let me see where you cry." Granny Cen slammed the table: "Aren't you weaned? I teach!"

"It's all gone, it's gone, I'm shaking when I look at you, Arun, I'll call you Huner later."

Arun nodded dumbly.

"Wait, grandma." Cen Abao rubbed his twitching eyelids with his little hands, "I just heard from the peddler that people from the south have all gone to the north..."

She grabbed Granny Cen's arm nervously: "Why do I feel something is wrong? Why are you running north? Is something wrong?"

Li Xiang muttered: "No way, our place is also considered the north."

Old lady Cen gouged her out: "What counts? At most, it counts as the border between the north and the south, half-pull back and cross or the south."

"We have to be sharp, and we can't catch our eyes blind like last time when we were fleeing famine."

"Mother is right." Boss Cen also said, "Even if you are lucky, if you don't run away, don't you have to prepare winter food in winter?"

"Tomorrow, go out to the booth and ask the stroller soldiers."

"to make."

At night, Mrs. Cen went back to rest after calling Ah Run for Hun'er.

In the middle of the night, when Cen's family was soundly asleep, Qi Zeyao quietly ran out.

He planned to go to the back mountain and ask some animals about the situation. After all, animals are more sensitive to danger.

Cen Abao, who was used to going to Qi Zeyao's room in the morning, opened the door and was stunned.

no one?

The quilts are folded so that all eyes are aligned.

As soon as she touched the quilt, it was cold, so she must have left early.

His eyes scanned the note pasted on the kang cabinet again.

"I have something to do outside."

Cen Abao found Granny Cen holding the note: "Grandma, the little dirty boy went out early in the morning, I miss you."

"One or two of you always like to run outside." The old lady Cen squatted down, met her big grandson's eyes, and said seriously: "You miss Xiaoyao, grandma knows, but I tell you, you can't go alone Let grandma miss Houshan, and I will let your father go to Houshan to find Xiaoyao."

Cen Abao nodded.

Along the way, including Cen Abao in front of the stall, his face was wrinkled like a little bun.

I didn't eat much at noon, so I had some energy before the stroller came over.

Mrs. Cen, Li Xiang, and Cen Azhuo who followed surrounded them, insisting on inviting the soldiers to dinner, and asked mysteriously: "Look, we haven't known each other for long, but we have a good relationship. You and us secretly Let’s talk about the truth... don’t you want something to happen? Like a war or something? Could it affect us here? Do you want to run away?”

The stroller smacked his lips: "I haven't heard about the war, but I know it's a mess now. To be honest, we're not the top ones, and we don't know anything. Like this, I'll talk to you guys here." , if there is even the slightest trouble, I will tell you."

"Hey, that's really interesting. Come on, let's have another bowl of clam porridge."

There were few people in the afternoon, and Cen Abao's thoughts were all gone. The old lady Cen sighed and said to her grandson: "A Zhuo, you take your little sister's house, and you can bring Arun later."

"Eh."

Cen Abao was both happy and guilty: "Milk is the best."

She happily returned home and when she arrived at the entrance of the village, she took advantage of the ferret and jumped out.

She called "little dirty boy" and "little helper" all the way, but when she opened the door, there was no sign.

The mother is doing needlework, the third uncle is helping the villagers see a doctor, and the second uncle is tidying up the yard: "What's the matter, Ah Bao?"

"Missing my father and little dirty boy."

"Don't worry about it, your father is an old hand at hunting and going up the mountain."

She let out a muffled voice and stayed with her mother for a while, feeling that her spirits improved after drinking the antelope decoction, she was not crazy, and she was able to work like a normal person, but she still couldn't remember the past.

But it doesn't matter, the past doesn't matter, mother's future will be as long as there are father, her, and brothers.

In the evening, Mrs. Cen and the others came back. Abao Cen thought it was his father and Xiaoyao and rushed out to have a look, and heaved a long sigh.

"My dear grandson, you are so unhappy seeing grandma, oh my grandma's heart is going to be broken into dumpling stuffing."

Cen Arun also imitated Mrs. Cen: "Oh, my brother's heart will be broken into dumpling stuffing."

Cen Abao, who was making trouble, twisted his body and laughed out loud.

"Let's cook first, so that when your father and Xiaoyao come back, you can eat hot and ready-made food." The old lady Cen moved her neck, washed her hands, and the third daughter-in-law hurriedly left.

Just as the steaming food was on the table, the door was pushed open.

Cen Abao looked, and it really was Boss Cen and the little dirty boy.

The two of them were covered with things, and they were both in a mess. She was about to grin, but when she thought of something, she snorted, and turned around angrily, holding her arms.

Boss Cen sighed: "Baby is mad at daddy? I haven't seen you for a day..."

Before he finished speaking, Qi Zeyao pushed him away as if he thought he was in the way, and went towards Cen Abao.

Old Madam Cen said, "Eldest son, don't be too sentimental."

Boss Cen: ...

"not angry."

"Go out by yourself and don't take me with you."

A small flower appeared in front of his eyes, and Cen Abao burst into laughter: "Humph."

He still pinned the little flower on his head and shook his head while holding his cheeky face.

"Boss, why have you been walking all day?" Mrs. Cen flipped through the things they brought back, and sat down on the ground with two ouches: "I'm dizzy, let me slowly..."

(End of this chapter)