Who will go

Author: Wuming.

Moonlight

Who will go

In the house that is about twenty square meters, there is a chest of drawers on the ground near the east end, and there are two old wooden boxes for clothes in the north. In the west corner is an iron rack with a washbasin on it and two wooden benches next to it. The kang is made toward the south, so the lighting is better. Most of the kangs in the village face south.

There were six people from all over the Zhao family, not the one in their stomachs, and they slept with the kang from west to east. The hottest kang was Zhao Mingyu, next to him was Li Cuizhen, Zhao Wennan was next to him, followed by Zhao Wenlan and Zhao Wenduo, and Zhao Wenying slept at the top of the kang.

The local kang is against the fire temperature of the kang corridor below. The closest to the fire source is the kang head, which is the most susceptible to heat. The distance between the kang tips is far, so the heat is slower. Usually, the hand is already hot here and the hand is still warm.

In the middle of winter, no one wants to sleep on the hot kang, but there is only one location, so it is impossible for everyone to sleep with a large family. According to local customs, elders have always been sleeping on the head and younger generations.

The Zhao family is no exception. Zhao Mingyu has always been sleeping on the kang. He is the head of the family and has been sick for many years. Everyone has to take care of it. Li Cuizhen is a mother, so naturally she has to be ranked second. The two of them can be said to be in a hurry.

The lights were pulled out first, and the moon outside was also called clouds to cover the light. The room was black and black, and it was hard to see your fingers.

Li Cuizhen turned over and coughed twice: "Today's kang is quite hot. Third, you have too much fire at night. You really can't live at all. You only know how to save trouble, but you can't stuff it into the kang. How high is the firewood stack left? Can't you see? If you have to burn this way, you can't stick to it for ten or half a month. How do you plan to spend this winter? I'll cut the quantity to half tomorrow. If you can cook the food, you will turn off the fire. You can save one piece."

"Is the kang hot? Why don't I feel that your senses are broken, right?" Zhao Wenduo touched the thin mattress under him. After lying for so long, he was a little warm. He still relied on his body temperature to warm up. The kang mat was not as good as the body.

"Let you talk back again-" A 'sudder' in the darkness, and something came over.

"Ah--" It hit Zhao Wenduo's head accurately.

Li Cuizhen shouted in a high voice: "You have just finished teaching you a lesson and you are sick again. I will slap you twice next time. You still have to show off!"

"What I'm telling the truth is that the kang is not hot, why do you have to say it is hot? Boss, you don't even have a little heat, that is, you just hit someone without being cold. Why don't you tell her?" Zhao Wenduo covered his forehead and touched the broom bump that he had just flew over to sweep the kang in his hand, and said in dissatisfaction.

"What's her? I don't know if you want to call her mother? I think you remember to eat or beat her!" Zhao Wenying elbowed her: "You're used to listening to your mother's words. Where did you get so much nonsense? How can you keep it cold? It's hot after you've covered it for a while."

"That means it's still cold?" Zhao Wenduo continued intuitively.

Li Cuizhen got up, and the rag shirt under the pillow was rubbed into a ball and threw it over: "I think you are not finished yet--" Huhu lay back again with panting.

"Okay, third brother, don't get angry with mom." Zhao Wenlan poked Zhao Wenduo with her finger in the quilt: "If you want to burn less, just burn less. There is not much firewood at home, and mom is also anxious."

After joining her, she told the truth, but the three of them dealt with her together. Zhao Wenduo pursed his lips and stopped talking, and beating the little man harder in his mind. The little man's zombie face was shattered.

Seeing that she didn't say anything, Zhao Wenying smoothed out and said, "Mom, the third brother knows that he is wrong this time, but he doesn't dare to do it in the future. Mom, don't be angry, go to bed quickly, right?"

Someone handed over the ladder and naturally stepped down. Li Cuizhen breathed a sigh of relief and said, "You think I don't want to burn more fire. Who doesn't know that the kang is hot and hot in this cold weather? But our family's conditions are here, and the firewood is only a small pile. It's not even the New Year. It's a matter of time and night. Otherwise, I'll go up the mountain and cut some back in the past two days, so I won't let you burn it."

Putting aside who is right and who is wrong, Chaihe is indeed missing now, which is an indisputable fact.

Zhao Wenying said: "Then I might as well take another day off tomorrow and cut dozens of bundles of generals just before the New Year. Let's talk about it after the New Year, if it doesn't work, take another day off to cut it."

"You have only taken half a day off today. How can you ask again tomorrow? The work of cleaning the river is arranged by the team to pay the grain. If you miss a day, you will be deducted five kilograms of grain. It is not appropriate." Li Cuizhen firmly disagreed. He decided to distribute the grain. There was not enough food at all. If it was delayed, wouldn't it be even less?

"Why don't I go?" Zhao Wenlan said softly, obviously lacking confidence, and even she herself felt that it was unlikely to make it happen.

Li Cuizhen said: "Forget it, don't cut the firewood down and cut your hands. Besides, you can work overtime this month and earn more than two yuan a day. If you don't make more money at this time, you can't go."

"Cough, cough-" Zhao Mingyu coughed twice, panting in his throat, and said, "It's been cold these two days, and I'm so angry that I'm afraid I can't even go up the mountain, otherwise I'll go."

When he made a sound, the room suddenly became quiet and no one spoke.

Zhao Wenduo didn't know what the other people in the Zhao family were thinking. Anyway, she felt that Zhao Mingyu was a little bit - how to say it, it was just a special rest. If you feel uncomfortable at all, you would be exaggerated as the boss, making people feel that you might be in trouble next moment. In fact, the trachea is not very good, and you will get angry when you get cold when you get a wind. It's not a serious illness, and you won't care if you change to a slightly stronger person. But he was fine. He was so mean that he had to take medicine to rest after coughing twice. He couldn't do work, and he just lay at home to raise him.

It is precisely because of his weakness that Li Cuizhen has to be strong, otherwise this family would have to be ha-fashioned.

"Don't talk if you cough. Everyone knows that you are in poor health. What else can you do?" Since the time of marriage, Zhao Mingyu has been like this. Li Cuizhen has long been used to his illness every few days, and she doesn't expect him to help share the burden.

Isn't that right? I can't work, but the child can give birth as usual! I just lie down at home without doing anything for a day. I am so idle that I find my wife who has been tired all day at night to give birth! Zhao Wenduo was lying in the quilt and complained for a while. After being scolded twice, he also gained a memory. He even had something to say and would come if he didn't open his mouth.

After talking for a long time, it’s equal to zero eggs. Isn’t it still not a suitable person to chop firewood?

Bala calculated that there were only a few people in the family. Apart from those who earned food and money to raise their illnesses, the remaining three were five-year-old children and nine-month-old pregnant women. Which one could go up the mountain if it was cold?

(End of this chapter)
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