The Sweet Little Fulang

In the afternoon, Lu Gu and Shen Yan sat in the hall to read and write. After so many days, the three-character classics were not thick. They were able to follow Shen Xuanqing to read it from beginning to end. Some of the difficult words were not familiar to them, but the simple words had already been written down. will write.

Reading and recognizing are fast, but writing and practicing is not so fast.

Da Hui had wounds on his body. Fortunately, he was fat and thick in winter. It was just a skin injury. It didn't matter if he saw some blood. The thin dog didn't look as thick as his fur.

As for the puppy, it's young, and other dogs don't really pay attention to it when fighting, because it's too clever and can dodge, only the hair is bitten off, and a pinch of tail hair is gone, which is quite obvious.

The dog was playing in the yard and chewing on the bones, and the people in the main room were tired of practicing calligraphy, but with Shen Xuanqing staring at him, Lu Gu didn't dare to get distracted.

The same is true for Shen Yan, even if she has never been beaten since she was a child, she is still more afraid of her two brothers than her mother. Besides, studying is a serious matter, Shen Xuanqing doesn't talk about her, Wei Lanxiang will come over to talk when she sees her running around.

After an hour passed, Shen Xuanqing read the words they wrote before nodding and said, "Okay, I'll be here today."

Shen Yan let out a long sigh of relief, stretched her waist when she stood up, frowning when she was writing, and then suddenly laughed.

Lu Gu has always been restrained, even if he felt that he had finally finished writing, his face was not as relaxed as she was. When he was about to get up, Shen Xuanqing suddenly realized that he had written a wrong word.

"Gui from Jia to Gui is wrong." Shen Xuanqing put the paper in front of him and pointed at the typo.

Gui characters are not difficult to write, but they made a mistake in this simple one. Lu Gu scratched his cheeks, a little embarrassed, and sat down to rewrite it twice.

Knowing that he was tired, Shen Xuanqing said, "Wash your hands and rest first, and then write later."

Hearing this, Lu Gu quickly got up and went to wash his hands. He moved quickly, as if he was afraid of being caught back to write, which made Shen Xuanqing behind him helplessly smile.

Shen Yan grabbed the melon seeds from the room and put them on the table for Lu Gu to eat too.

After studying hard, Wei Lanxiang brought a handful of chestnut pecans over when they saw that they had finished writing.

The stone for smashing walnuts is placed on the high table next to it. There are many pecans. When they have nothing to do these days, they sit and eat together.

"Your third grandmother said, after seeing whether Yuping can be settled after the end of the year, the matchmaker Wang told a girl from Chenjiagou. I heard that the girl is of good character. There are two brothers and one sister in the family. The two brothers seem to be close to each other. Qing is about the same age, and your third grandmother asked me to see if you two knew each other, and what was the name of Chen Zijun and Chen Zipeng."

Wei Lanxiang said while peeling chestnuts.

If your family wants to get married and see each other, it is right to inquire more. Although Chenjiagou is far away, young men often run outside and know many people. Yesterday, she went to visit Sanfang’s house, and Zhou Xiangjun let her Ask the Shen Yaoqing brothers.

Shen Yaoqing smashed two walnuts for Ji Qiuyue and said, "I don't know each other. When I went back and asked Boss Lu, he didn't have relatives in Chenjiagou."

"Sure, go and ask when you're free tomorrow." Wei Lanxiang nodded.

Eating walnuts and melon seeds and gossiping, the sky gradually became dark. The dinner is simple, with chicken soup and rice left over from noon, just heat it up and stir-fry a dish.

It was windy again at night, and the window paper was blown, so there was no need to worry about being blown out due to the thickness of the paste.

Lu Gu slept in a daze, and shrank into the quilt. The quilt was thick, Mrs. Tang at his feet was warm and warm, and even Shen Xuanqing slept next to him, not feeling cold at all.

This year, he has cotton shoes with sleeves and badger oil soup again. The frostbite on his hands and feet has not been seen until now, which is much better than in previous years.

The Zhang family, which is separated by several households, is too cold because of the small number of people.

Li Wanyun didn't even eat the salted duck eggs that she had exchanged during the day. She let Mrs. Zhang eat it all. She didn't even dare to touch a chopstick.

The admonitions and virtues of filial piety to her parents-in-law and serving her husband were almost engraved in her bones, and her temper was too weak. At home, she listened to her parents to get married and obeyed her husband. until old age and death.

She has been able to eat these days. Mrs. Zhang has a broken leg and can only sit and lie down, but once she finds out that she eats a little more, she will also be scolded. She is old and has seniority. Several nephews and nephews from her family sometimes come to see her, and even one or two kind-hearted relatives from the Zhang family will come.

Whenever someone came to the family, the old Zhang would take the opportunity to attack, crying and yelling, saying that he could not eat or drink hot tea.

As soon as she had an attack, Li Wanyun would be reprimanded by her relatives and elders, becoming more timid and shrinking.

After decocting the medicine in the afternoon and bringing it to Mrs. Zhang's room, Li Wanyun had to kneel down to say goodbye before getting up and handing the medicine over.

Unexpectedly, the medicine was a little hot, and when the old Zhang drank it, he didn't pay attention, and his mouth was scalded at the first sip, and he picked up his crutches and hit him.

Li Wanyun didn't dare to resist, and endured it silently. Fortunately, the old Zhang's strength was weak, and even the strength of yelling due to injury was not as strong as before.

The cold wind howled, and the night became colder and colder, but Li Wanyun was sleeping on the ground, with a thin mattress and a thin quilt, and she didn't dare to take off her clothes.

The old Zhang was inconvenient to go to the toilet at night, so he told her to sleep over, but he wouldn't even let her sleep on the small bed.

In the darkness, the old Mrs. Zhang purred constantly, Li Wanyun couldn't sleep with her eyes open, she was hungry, and she was full at first when she came to Zhang's house, but gradually she couldn't even eat any food.

Hungry and cold, it made people feel even more cold. Her eyes were dizzy, and she was thinking wildly. The silver bracelet on Lu Gu's wrist appeared in front of her again.

She and Zhang Zhengzi got married earlier than Shen Xuanqing, and they were closer together. She knew everything about the second room of the Shen family, and of course she knew how Lu Gu came.

He was bullied and rubbed all the time in the Lu family, but when he arrived at the Shen family, he changed his luck.

Lu Gu was lucky and met good people.

She used to think this way too, but tonight, for some reason, this thought became stronger and stronger. Others have the blessings of others, but only her life is not good.

She was getting more and more hungry, but she seemed to be unaware, curled up in the thin quilt with her eyes open.

Her eyes turned black for a while, and then she looked at the darkness and felt dizzy and terrifying. There seemed to be a big mouth in the darkness, swarthy, trying to swallow her in one mouthful.

While the world was spinning, the old Zhang Shi who was on the bed woke up from a dream, coughed and shouted, "Chepot!"

Li Wanyun was awakened by a startle, and when she got up, her figure swayed, and when she stabilized, she took out the night pot from the bottom of the bed, and helped the old Mrs. Zhang to sit up and wait for her to pee.

The smell of stinky urine filled the air, and Li Wanyun's eyes were dull, as if he hadn't smelled it. After urinating, Mrs. Zhang spit under the bed and said, "Pour it down."

The purpose of preparing a nightpot in winter is to keep from going out. Most people leave it early the next morning. The old Mrs. Zhang didn’t like to be clean, but she was deliberately tossing it. Her son and Li Wanyun left without even getting married for two years, and she would be full of resentment and hatred. Sprinkling it on Li Wanyun, believing that she killed Zhang Zhengzi.

Li Wanyun went out to pour the night pot, and the cold wind blew and shivered several times. There was no moon in the sky, and even the stars were sparse.

The snowflakes floated up and were blown on her eyelids by the wind, and quickly turned into a drop of cold water and flowed down. She blinked her eyes subconsciously, only to realize that she had been standing outside for a while.

The cold wind was piercing to the bones outside, and as long as the old Mrs. Zhang moved in the room, she felt that there was something heavy on her heart that she couldn't see or touch, but it made her breathless.

In a dilemma, the snowflakes got bigger and bigger, blown wildly by the wind, and rushed towards her face.

Ice and snow fell on the top of her head and shoulders, and it was so cold that Li Wanyun seemed to lose a trace of heat in her cavity. Her feet seemed to be rooted, and she didn't move. Swallow her up to the bone.

Why don't you just die in the snow outside.

Her eyes lost a trace of vitality, and the three souls and seven souls also seemed to gradually leave the aperture, and floated towards the sky, floating higher and lighter, without any restraint. The tiny body left in the world fell to the ground and no one knew it.

Hunger and cold combined are the most deadly.

However, the younger ones were a little more angry than the older ones, and the whistling of the wind and snow was getting louder and louder, and the people sleeping in the quilts heard it in a daze, and all wrapped up the quilts tightly.

Li Wanyun opened her eyes, her body was cold and stiff, and after a while she sat up on the ground, and a lot of snow fell on her body.

She looked at the vast wind and snow, and there seemed to be a burst of gas in her throat, but she couldn't even make a sound with her mouth wide open. When she regained consciousness, she found a foreign object in her pants. Dirty stench, like the dead dog corpse she had seen in the ravine.

The heart in the chest seemed to be clenched fiercely, and it was sore and painful.

Tears formed shards of ice on her face. No matter how she grew up, no one ever said she was dirty. If she was beaten again, her hair and clothes would always be taken care of. How could she ever suffer such a filthy crime.

Li Wanyun got up, and staggered into the room without caring about her body being dirty.

The old Mrs. Zhang fell into a deep sleep, not even hearing the door opening and closing, not to mention that Li Wanyun who was standing beside the bed stared at her in a daze, her face pale and her eyes flushed, and she looked like a ghost at night.

The night wind was blowing, and the thick quilt on the old Zhang's body was tightly wrapped.

Li Wanyun was standing beside the bed, she looked at her raised hand, and by the dim light, she suddenly grabbed the quilt from Mrs. Zhang's body, smothered Mrs. Zhang's face, and pressed her hands down hard.

She died once, and this time she came back to take the evil spirits out of the world.

Under the quilt, Mrs Zhang was whimpering, and even the broken leg was constantly kicking.

"Wang!"

There was a dog barking nearby, and Li Wanyun was startled. She woke up from the daze, and her men relaxed.

The old Zhang Shi gasped violently and broke free from the quilt. He was still in shock to see the person standing beside the bed. His old eyes were terrified, and this Li Wanyun was going to suffocate her to death!

Seeing Li Wanyun standing beside the bed in a daze, she propped her hands on the bed and moved quietly to the other side, daring not to get too close.

The old Zhang Shi was terrified of the suffocating feeling of death just now, but looking at Li Wanyun's ghostly appearance, not to mention killing her, now he is going to kill her again!

The anger and the excitement of Zhang Zhengzi's death made her a little crazy. She was staring at Li Wanyun with all her hatred. She suddenly picked up the crutches that were placed beside the bed and hit Li Wanyun **** the head. , and scolded: "God's nemesis!"

Li Wanyun was in a daze, but she did not lose consciousness completely. She ducked to the side like a reflex, and hit her shoulder with a crutch.

The pain made her arouse an energy from the bottom of her heart, snatched the crutches in Old Zhang's hand, and returned a few sap sticks in return. She held the crutches in both hands, tears streaming down her chest and trembling.

"Someone, help!" The old Mrs. Zhang was beaten and hurriedly shouted for help.

With a clang, the crutch was thrown on the ground. Li Wanyun pulled the quilt and shoved the quilt into Mrs. Zhang's mouth. Her tears fell down like a string without money, soaking the quilt and clothes, but there was nothing in her hands. Stop, savagely pinched the old Zhang's arms and thighs, pinched the old meat and twisted it around, and saw the old Zhang's body twitching.

"Uuuu." The old Mrs. Zhang wanted to take the corner of the quilt out of her mouth, but she couldn't stick her tongue out. Li Wanyun was too ruthless.

She wanted to pull it out with her hands, but Li Wanyun pinched and twisted again, and she almost didn't hold back from the pain, so she hurriedly tried to block it.

Finding that she couldn't stop Li Wanyun, she raised her hand to beat her, and even tugged at her hair.

Li Wanyun's scalp was aching, but she gritted her teeth and said nothing. She raised her hand and tugged at Mrs. Zhang's hair. She grabbed a bunch of them, and Mrs. Zhang's tears flowed out of pain, and she immediately let go.

If he couldn't beat him or scold him, the old Mr. Zhang wanted to show weakness, and finally pulled the horn out of his mouth, so he wanted to cry and beg for mercy.

"Wan Yun, ah!"

Li Wanyun clenched her teeth with tears in her eyes, as if she wanted to take back all the suffering she had suffered, maintaining her only sanity, and beat and pinched the old Zhang's stomach, arms and thighs with all her might, without saying hello to her face.

The old Mrs. Zhang begged for mercy and was interrupted, and tried to fight back, but she was an elderly woman who used to have the strength to do farm work, but now she has a broken leg and hasn't recovered, how can she compare to a young woman like Li Wanyun People, after a while, they were beaten and dared not fight back.

"Oh, oh." She fell on the bed, her broken leg made it difficult to move, and she cried out in grief. She was so frightened by Li Wanyun's madness tonight that she couldn't even utter the whole sentence.

Li Wanyun gradually regained her sense of reason and stopped beating. She wiped away tears with her sleeve and took a deep breath before opening her mouth: "From now on, if you dare to beat and scold me again, don't blame me, we all die together, and then we will die. clean!"

Her voice was low, but the ruthlessness of the fish died and the net broke did not diminish at all, and every word seemed to roar out of her throat.

She wanted to die, but God confiscated her and let her back. She has already paid Zhang's life, and from now on, her life is her own.

"If you dare to speak nonsense with a heartless conscience, and tell others that I'm not good, wait until those good nephews and nephews of yours are gone..."

How could the old Mrs. Zhang not understand what happened next? She didn't cry anymore, she just thought it was absurd and couldn't believe it, but there was pain everywhere, and the broken leg was even more painful, which made her fear, even if Li Wan Yun rolled up and walked away , did not dare to scold.

In the west room, Li Wanyun didn't cry anymore, she changed all her trousers and clothes, and wiped her body with a towel. She had very few thick clothes, so she pulled out Zhang Zhengzi's cotton-padded coat and put it on.

It was too late to boil water for a bath, but she still went to the kitchen.

The flint rubbed and splattered sparks, and soon the firewood was lit, and the fire at the bottom of the stove flickered. She stared at it for a while before standing up. With the light of the fire and her familiarity with the kitchen, she picked up a few leaves of woah, but it was too late to wash it. Just so chopped up.

Pour a lot of oil for cooking, add water to the pot and boil it, grab two handfuls of fine white noodles, add water and stir with chopsticks until it becomes a paste, pour it in and boil for a while, half a pot of soup will be ready.

When the pot was out, Li Wanyun remembered that there were still eggs in the basket, so she took two and beat them in.

She stirred with a big spoon and scooped out a bowl of egg drop soup with oil floating in it. She sat in front of the stove holding the bowl and shed tears while eating.