While Grandma Feng was telling Ru Feng about the situation at home, she was also crying with Ru Feng. Her younger brother Zhanqiang couldn't help it, and hugged his sister tightly while crying and persuading her.

Just like that, the three of them hugged each other and cried loudly, tossing and turning until the sky was dark and the earth was dark. Even the sporadic sound of firecrackers from people having dinner outside did not interrupt the crying of the three of them.

While other families welcome the New Year with happy reunions, Rufeng's family is filled with painful sadness.

It wasn't until it was getting dark that the three of them cried until they had no strength left, and the crying subsided. Grandma Feng knew that her granddaughter and grandson were hungry. They hadn't eaten anything for almost a day, especially the grandson, who already looked very weak.

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"We are all hungry, and we have to make do with the days. Don't cry anymore. Grandma is going to cook some corn noodle porridge. We, the three of us, grandparents, have to eat too! There is really nothing to eat at home, so we will cook some corn noodle porridge.

Make a living.

Ru Feng, please stop crying. Seeing your brother Zhan Qiang, you can’t stand it any longer. You’ve almost lost your breath from crying. Stop crying. Dead people can’t live without crying. It’s okay to cry out the sorrow in your heart.

Enough.

Rufeng takes good care of your brother. Grandma is going to cook. Don’t make you and your brother cry so hard that your grandma will suffer even more. Be obedient! Grandma is going to cook."

Grandma Feng went down to boil water to make cornstarch porridge, but Ru Feng didn't say anything and kept crying, but her voice gradually became weaker. Ru Feng saw that her brother was indeed a little weak, so she persuaded him to stop crying.

Let Zhan Qiang lie on the kang, stroke his head back and forth with your hands, and call his brother's name softly, fearing that he would be so weak that he would faint.

It is easy to cook corn noodle porridge. The corn noodle porridge is ready when the water is boiled. Grandma Feng was very cruel and put a full bowl of corn noodle into the pot of boiling water. The cooked porridge was thicker than usual.

many.

After all, the granddaughter has not been back for more than eight years, so she should be fed, not to mention that the three of them are hungry now.

The porridge was cooked and served in a big bowl. There was no table for eating. A wooden board was placed on the two wooden piers to serve as the table. Grandma Feng also cut a bowl full of pickles and brought it up. This was Feng's usual meal.

A five-day supply for grandma and grandson.

"There really isn't anything delicious at home, just some corn noodles. It's enough to drink until you're full. Rufeng, Zhanqiang has had enough to drink today. Our family is reunited. It's time to celebrate!

Come, let’s eat together as a family, and the rice bowl is enough. This can’t be sold, so that prodigal son threw away these broken pots and jars. Okay, let’s not talk anymore, let’s eat!”

Only then did Ru Feng suddenly remember that she had brought back a lot of food and twists, and her brother must have never seen them. So she jumped down and rummaged through the things she had brought to find what Mother Qiao had given her.

The twists I brought back.

"Grandma, let's eat mahua. There's a lot of it. We can't finish it all together. There's also rice and white flour in the things I brought, which are rare in our mountain valley and we can't usually eat them.

There’s also pork, chicken, mutton, etc., and by the way, there’s also a bag of sticky bean buns, which have to be taken outside because they won’t be easy to put away if they melt inside.”

"So much delicious food! I'm so confused, why didn't I think of making some. With so many delicious foods, our grandparents and grandchildren have had a good year this year.

Just put the sticky bean buns at the door. It's still freezing there in the dark, so you can't take them outside. There's no place to put them outside our house, not even a warehouse. If they don't get stolen, they'll be harmed by cats and dogs.

You and your brother eat first, and I'll just go and put them away. My eldest granddaughter is still thinking about home, and bringing back so many good things has brought blessings to our family. Our family's life will definitely get better and better next year!"

Grandma Feng happily went to put things in the outer room, while Ru Feng helped her brother up. Zhan Qiang was indeed a little drowsy. After all, he was still young and weak and could not withstand the torment.

"Zhanqiang, get up and eat quickly. Look what sister brought you, twists! It's delicious, fragrant and sweet. Get up quickly, try it and eat more."

Ru Feng helped her brother up, broke off a piece of twist and stuffed it into his mouth. Zhan Qiang looked at the food handed over by her sister in confusion. She didn't know what it was, but she was already sensitive to the sweet smell.

"Mahua! What is mahua? I have never heard of it. Is it delicious?"

"Look, this is Mahua. It's made of white flour and deep-fried. Come on, open your mouth and have a taste. It's delicious!"

"Grandma, sister, do you have any? Let's eat separately and let grandma eat first."

"Yes, there's a lot. The three of us can't finish several meals. You eat first, and grandma will eat with us soon. Put this piece into your mouth first, and sister will bring up all the twists. We can eat it!

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Ru Feng put a piece of twist into Zhanqiang's mouth, then jumped down, took out all the twist and put it on the table. Grandma also finished putting things away and came to the table. She saw a lot of twist and her mouth

I can't help but say yes.

"It's really quite a lot. I haven't eaten it in years. I just eat it with cornstarch noodles and porridge. It tastes the same."

"Grandma, eat it quickly. This twist is so delicious. My sister and I eat more of it. It's much better at resisting hunger than the corn noodle porridge. It's really delicious!"

"It's delicious. If it's delicious, eat more. Your sister brought it back. You can eat porridge and twists at the same time. They all taste the same."

I don’t know if this is the sweetest meal? But in Zhanqiang’s mind, it is the most beautiful and sweetest meal. Not only is the twist delicious, but also with my sister by my side, this is the best!

My memories of my mother before her death are vague. After all, I was still young at that time, and by the time I can remember, life has become difficult and difficult.

After dinner, it was completely dark, so grandma made an exception and lit the lamp, urging her granddaughter and grandson to lie down and go to sleep quickly. Grandma arranged for Ru Feng to sleep on the kang, saying that it was warm.

"We only have a shabby quilt in our house. Let Rufeng hug your brother and cover it with you. I just came back and your brother saw you being friendly, so I can cover you with a cotton-padded jacket.

This is just this worn-out cotton-padded jacket. Your brother and I wear it when we go out, and we use it as a quilt when sleeping. Go to sleep quickly, there is not much oil left in the lamp, and we, grandma and grandson, lie on the bed and chat for a while.

And he fell asleep."

"It's better for grandma to sleep on the kang, hugging my brother and covering him up with a quilt. I have a cotton-padded jacket and trousers, so I won't be cold. Grandma, just listen to me and sleep under the quilt. I'll sleep next to Zhanqiang."

Grandma stopped arguing, hugged her grandson, and covered him with a tattered quilt. Ru Feng took off her cotton-padded jacket and covered her body with her cotton trousers. Next to grandma, her brother lay down to sleep.

But I really couldn't sleep for a while. Although the extreme grief was somewhat relieved, the feeling of missing my mother was still very strong, and it even got worse in the quiet night.

Although her mother passed away, it was really hard to accept it, but with her grandma and younger brother by her side, she had to endure the grief no matter how sad she was. Ru Feng felt that she was already an adult!

Since her mother is gone, she should still show some filial piety. Ru Feng decided to go to her mother’s grave tomorrow to pay homage to her deceased mother!

"Is my mother's grave far from here? I want to go to my mother's grave tomorrow and burn paper."

"Not far away, your mother's grave is in the cemetery next to the village. I led Zhanqiang to pay homage to her a few days ago, but you are back, and it's the year before again. It's time to visit your mother's grave.

But our family doesn’t have any paper for death, and we don’t have the money to buy it. I’ll try to find a way to borrow some money to buy some tomorrow. You have to burn some paper when you go to the grave. Your mother didn’t spend much money when she was alive. We can’t lose money to her anymore after she leaves.

Yes, give her more money!"

"Is there anyone selling ghost paper in the village? Let's buy some, I still have money."

"Normally very few. Isn't this the Chinese New Year? Many salesmen come to the villages to sell groceries. Tomorrow is the 27th of the twelfth lunar month. Someone should come to sell goods. Every year, there are no goods for sale until the thirties.

I'll go out tomorrow morning to take a look and ask around. If there is anything, I'll come back and ask you to go with me."

"It would be better if there is a cotton or cloth seller. Let's all buy some. It's the Chinese New Year, so we have to let grandma and brother wear cotton clothes! If there is, grandma will keep him and call him to our house tomorrow.

Take your pick and buy something delicious."

Rufeng can no longer think about those sad and tragic things. The most important thing now is to arrange the living arrangements at home. She must survive!
Chapter completed!