Rebirth 1983

Chapter 13 Every family has a hard-to-read scripture
Chen Song helped Wang Yao up and let Xiaoyao enter the house, only to find that outside the low wall of the yard, two aunts next door looked at him in surprise.

Chen Song's heart skipped a beat at the time, what a pity, it's melon fields and plums, so I can't explain clearly.

However, Wang Yao was still in a trance, her eyes were dull, and she didn't see the strange gaze of the aunt next door.

Looking at Wang Yao, Chen Song sighed, ignored the eyes of the aunt next door, and helped her into the room.

He sat down with Wang Yao's support, and sent Yaoyao to play beside her, but she didn't expect Yaoyao to keep her head down and not speak.

"Little Yaotiao, let's go to the side to play for a while, can you discuss something with your mother?" Chen Song said softly, holding his slim, slender, white and tender hand.

"Uncle, Yaoyao is hungry." Little Yaoyao touched her belly, raised her head and said weakly to Chen Song, the tears on her face were still wet, she looked like a weak little angel who needed to be cared for.

"My mother just came back from the field, before cooking and eating, those bad guys came. My mother said they were Yaoyao's grandma and aunt, but Yaoyao didn't like them. They bullied her mother and bullied Yaoyao."

Xiao Yaoyao talked to herself, her big eyes became watery again in an instant.

Chen Song looked at the little girl in front of him, and suddenly saw that when he and his wife quarreled in the previous life, the little daughter was standing so weakly in front of his room door, so well-behaved that it made people feel distressed.

"Good boy, don't cry. If Yaotiao cries, who will protect mother in the future?" Chen Song wiped away the tears on the little girl's face and encouraged her.

"Yaotiao doesn't cry, Yaotiao wants to protect her mother."

The little girl raised her head firmly, fisted in her small hands, with a serious expression, and made her promise like an oath.

"However, Yaoyao is still very hungry."

Chen Song was taken aback for a moment, then glanced at Wang Yao: "You look at your mother, little Yaotiao, okay? Uncle cooks for you."

"Okay, okay." Xiao Yaoyao leaned close to Wang Yao's arms, clapped her hands, and showed great interest and liking for the fact that her favorite uncle cooked for herself.

After reconfirming that Yaotiao can take care of the current Wang Yao, Chen Song went directly into their kitchen.

There are not many things in the kitchen, but there is a cabbage and a few cucumbers, and there are some leftover stews from yesterday.Chen Song scanned around, and finally decided to cook cucumbers, stir-fried cabbage, and stewed meat.

Scoop a bowl of brown rice, wash the rice, put the rice into a large pot, add an appropriate amount of water, cover the steaming rack, put the stewed meat on it, and cover it.

Chen Song walked to the earthen stove, grabbed a handful of straw, found a matchbox from the side, took out a match, drew a spark, and lit the straw.Chen Song quickly stuffed the straw into the earthen stove, and then stuffed it with a few dried mulberry branches. The bright flame burned the straw instantly, and green smoke floated out from the earthen stove. Chen Song couldn't dodge in time, and the green smoke pierced his eyes, and instantly the lacrimal gland secreted countless tears.

"I haven't used the clay stove for a long time, and today I was hurt by a small cluster of smoke."

Chen Song complained, but his hands were dissatisfied. After stuffing a few mulberry branches in one after another, a small peak was built in the gap. The flame gasped, and there was a crackling sound, and the underground mulberry branches had already ignited.

Chen Song let out a sigh of relief, luckily the car didn't overturn.

On a hot summer day, in front of the earthen stove, hot air gushed out and blew directly onto his face, making his face blush and sweat flow.

In the large iron pot, it was heated by the flame, and the water began to boil, and the raw rice was slowly cooked.

Water vapor escapes from the cracks in the lid and floats into the sky, invisible to the naked eye for a while.

Hearing the crackling sound of mulberry branches burning in the clay stove and the boiling sound in the big iron pot, Chen Song felt at ease.

Recalling what the old lady and the middle-aged woman said to Wang Yao just now.

Wang Yao married Chen Wenze from Chenjiaao a few years ago. After Chen Wenze separated from his family, he was given several acres of paddy fields. Relying on the paddy fields and Chen Wenze's salary as a primary school teacher, the family lived happily. Unfortunately, Chen Wenze got sick and died every two years, and the family lost their main source of income.

Wang Yao could only work in the fields while pulling Yaotiao up.

Now that Chen Wenze's mother and sister-in-law are here, their purpose is also very clear, that is, they want to return the few acres of paddy fields that were divided to Chen Wenze back then, and put them under the name of his eldest son, Chen Wenze's eldest brother.

Of course, this is against the rules.When the family was separated, the clan elders were invited. Even if Chen Wenze died, the few acres of land would still be the property of Chen Wenze’s family.

Thinking of this, Chen Song felt a little emotional.

Widows have a lot of right and wrong, so I really don't want to talk about it.

Chen Song also felt that the eating of these two people was a bit ugly. Think about it, if the few acres of paddy fields that the orphans and widows depend on for survival were taken away, what would they eat in the future?Orphans and widows are afraid that they will starve to death soon.

I don't know how those two people were so cruel that they wanted to kill them.

Thinking about it, Chen Song realized the sound of boiling in the big iron pot. After listening to it, he understood that the rice was already cooked. He stood up from the fire pit, picked up the rag, picked up the iron pot, put it aside, and put down a new pot to prepare for cooking.

The knife is a sharp large kitchen knife made of cast iron. Chen Song cut the cabbage into sections and put them in the vegetable basket for later use.Chop the cucumber into pieces, put it in a bowl, smash the garlic, chop it, pour it into the cucumber bowl, add a little minced chili and rice vinegar, mix it with chopsticks, and a delicious patted cucumber is ready.

After searching around but not finding cooking oil, Chen Song had no choice but to put some water in the pot. After the water boiled, he put the chopped cabbage into the pot and stewed it directly. The cabbage cooked quickly. Chen Song added some salt and took the cabbage out of the pot.

After serving the re-steamed stewed meat, patted cucumbers, and stewed cabbage on the table, Chen Song shouted: "It's time to eat."

Yaotiao, who was guarding her mother, had already smelled the smell of food coming from the kitchen. If she hadn't promised her uncle to protect her mother, she would have rushed to the kitchen with short legs.

"Uncle, it smells so good, even better than mom's cooking." Yaoyao stared at the food on the table, drooling unsatisfactorily.

Holding the rice bowl in front of Yaotiao, Chen Song patted her head: "You are so good, eat quickly, you must be hungry."

Yaoyao looked at the rice, then at Wang Yao: "Mom eats first."

Yaotiao took Wang Yao's hand: "Mom, it's time to eat. You have to eat obediently to grow up. This is what mom told Yaotiao. Mom also has to eat obediently."

Wang Yao's eyes recovered, she tilted her head slightly, looked at her daughter who was looking at her with wide eyes, and suddenly hugged her into her arms, silently hugging her tightly.

"Mom, Yaoyao is here, it's time to eat."

"Okay, let's eat."

A forced smile appeared on Wang Yao's face. Looking at the table of food, she nodded apologetically and gratefully to Chen Song, picked up the rice bowl at random, and began to eat in small bites.

Seeing this, Yaotiao sat down in her seat with peace of mind and began to eat.

Looking at the two of them, Chen Song seemed to feel the feeling of home that he had never felt at home.

(End of this chapter)