After the separation, my wardrobe is modern

Chapter 9
Early in the morning, everyone in Hedong Village was notified to go to the patriarch's house to discuss matters.

When they arrived at the patriarch's house, the patriarch's father, Lin Youwang, moved a chair and sat beside him, drinking the wild tea the family picked on the mountain leisurely.

Standing behind him, Lin Xiaoman and Lin Erhu were peeling something to eat, and from time to time they would feed Lin Xiniu, the five-year-old grandson of the Lin family.

Lin Daqiang was standing on the steps in front of the door, and when everyone was almost there, he made a gesture, and the crowd gradually quieted down.

"Everyone knows that Xiaoman and Erhu's life is difficult, so they want to go up the mountain to get some food to survive this winter."

As he spoke, his eyes swept across the faces of old man Lin's family, and everyone in the village followed his gaze.

The faces of Old Man Lin's family were all gloomy, and Mrs. Lin's face was even more pulling the elders, "Patriarch, you called us here early in the morning to settle the old score? You and your father were there when we separated yesterday. We gave everything we gave, you are the head of our family, you can't let your heart crooked to the point of creaking."

Lin Daqiang snorted coldly, "Don't do bad things for others, and don't be afraid of ghosts knocking on the door in the middle of the night. Did I mention your family?"

Seeing Mrs. Lin pursed her lips and was speechless, Lin Daqiang snorted before continuing: "Xiaoman and Erhu picked some thorn balls from the mountain and brought them back to me last night. It’s delicious food. I tasted it and it was delicious, but the most important thing is that the prickly ball keeps you full.”

The crowd below immediately buzzed with discussion.

Last year, the earth dragon turned over, and the houses were destroyed by the earthquake. Most of the villagers built new houses and used up all their family resources. Who knows that this year there will be another drought, and the remaining food will be difficult to eat through the winter. Every family is worried. How will you live in the days to come.

At this time, I found a new food that I could eat, which can be said to be a life-saving food.

"Patriarch, do you mean the thorn ball you mentioned hurts people? Last year when I went to the mountain to chop firewood, I was hit on the head by a thorn ball that fell from the tree. It hurt. Can that thing be eaten?"

Lin Daqiang looked at Lin Xiaoman, who was eating well, and the villagers followed him. They saw the siblings pinch their little hands and throw them into their mouths. Looking carefully, the shell thrown on the ground really looked like the inside of a thorn ball. the long one.

The rich aunt in the village shouted: "Erhu, give my aunt a taste."

Lin Erhu reluctantly threw one over, and Aunt Fugui followed the example of the siblings and pinched the shell open, revealing the golden and soft meat inside.

As soon as I put it in my mouth, my eyes widened immediately, "Sweet, so sweet!"

Lin Erhu raised his chin proudly, "Can it be fried in sugar oil, can it not be sweet? Your family is willing to use sugar oil to fry it?"

"That's not worth it!" Aunt Fugui immediately looked disappointed, but then she thought about it, maybe she can eat it without frying it in sugar and oil.

So he said to Lin Daqiang: "Then what are you waiting for? I'll go home and get the basket."

Although the people next to them have never tasted the taste of thorn cones, they know that they can be eaten, and they are full of fighting spirit.

"Yes, patriarch, let's go up the mountain to pick the thorn balls. Don't let the people from other villages get the letter and pick all the thorn balls."

"Don't be in a hurry! Listen to me." Lin Daqiang raised his hand to stop everyone's chatter, "I think, in addition to the strong laborers in the village, let the women and children of the family go up the mountain together this time, and strive for an early Pick up all the thorn balls. Also, there are no strong laborers in the family, and they can’t just watch people starve to death. Like the second wife in the west of the village, the second mother is old and her legs and feet are inconvenient. Legs, you can’t follow up the mountain. There is Ergou and his wife, who is now a widow and lonely mother, and the child is still young, so she can’t carry much if you follow up the mountain. I just thought, let those who can’t follow up the mountain stay at home to prepare food, and the rest can go up the mountain How about going up the mountain together, no matter how much you pick, put it in one place, and then divide it by head?"

Most of the villagers agreed after listening to it, and a few who thought there was nothing to do, and they all shut up after being glanced over by Lin Daqiang.

"Xiaoman and Erhu found that the prickly balls can be eaten. Why didn't they hide and eat them secretly? Isn't it for the whole village to have enough to eat? You old men are just blah blah blah. , are you not afraid that one day something will happen to your family, and others will look on coldly?"

Immediately, the number of people dropped these people, and these people lowered their heads and did not dare to make a sound.

In this world, natural disasters continue, and they dare not say that they will be safe all the time.

Seeing that the villagers agreed, Lin Daqiang asked the villagers to go back and wear thicker clothes to avoid being pricked by the thorn balls. They also wrapped a thick layer of cloth strips on their hands, and they should be more careful when picking them off.

Almost all the people in the village who could walk and jump followed up the mountain.Those who went up the mountain first had found a forest of thorn balls and stopped to pick them, but the people at the foot of the mountain hadn't gone up the mountain yet.

Lin Xiaoman and his brother followed Lin Daqiang in front, and stopped when they saw the first thorn forest, and asked people to put the newly fallen fruits on the ground into baskets and transport them to the side.

Small-strength women and children use stones to gently break the outer shell, and then pick out the fruits inside, and let people carry a basket down the mountain when it is full.

After picking up the ones on the ground, let a few people put baskets on their heads and beat the thorn ball tree with long sticks, knocking down all the fruits on the tree.

After that, some people were left to work here, and they took people to the mountain to look for it.

From morning to night, baskets of peeled chestnuts were carried down the mountain. Everyone had smiles on their faces and spoke good things about Xiaoman and his brother.

When it was dark and Lin Daqiang returned to the village with the people who went up the mountain, there was a smell of roasted chestnuts in Hedong Village.

People who stayed in the village all day did not cook, and when they were hungry, they grabbed a handful of fried chestnuts and ate them.

In the afternoon, Lin Xiaoman did not follow up the mountain, and taught the women in the village what he had learned to eat chestnuts. Although they were not as sweet as fried chestnuts with sugar, chestnuts themselves were very sweet and soft, much more delicious than corn and coarse grains. up.

The people who went up the mountain today also shared half a bag of fried chestnuts. Except for dinner, the rest can be taken to the mountain tomorrow to eat.

That night, most of the villagers no longer had to worry about food for the winter, and it was rare for them to have a good night's sleep.

In contrast, Mr. Lin's family couldn't sleep all night.

Old man Lin was sitting on the bedside smoking a pipe, and Mrs. Lin was choked to the end of the bed, "Smoking all day long, why don't you smoke to death?"

Old man Lin dared not speak out, and knocked the cigarette pot on the sole of his shoe.

Mrs. Lin turned around, "What do you think Xiaoman and Erhu are? Before the separation, they didn't say that the thorn balls could be eaten. After the separation, they went to the patriarch to show their hospitality. It's not clear. The two of us as grandparents? You haven't heard how ugly those people in the village say."

"Don't listen to it if it sounds bad!" Old man Lin took off his shoes and lay down on the bed. His mind was filled with the sneering and sarcastic words of the villagers.

In the past, Mrs. Lin would have blown her hair a long time ago, but today she seems to be a different person. She was silent for a long time before pushing old man Lin, "Do you think those two little bastards know how their mother died?"

Old man Lin shivered, and the drowsiness that had just brewed was immediately chased away, "It's in the middle of the night, what nonsense are you talking about? There were only the two of us and the second child in the room that day, and the second child was dead. How could they know?" The second daughter-in-law was killed by you?"

(End of this chapter)