In the afternoon, the old squad leader drove the mule back. The mule carried the rice and flour from the rice and flour on his back. What made Bangcui even more excited was that the old squad leader actually bought half a fan of pork and a jar of old wine. It seemed that the old squad leader was determined to live in Bangcui's shop, let Bangcui tie himself up with iron chains, and take on the role of a man for Bangcui.

The sunset shone into the thatched hut, a pile of fireworks burning in the stove, a wisp of smoke rising straight on the roof, and the hut was filled with the warmth of home. That year, the two brothers from the valley rafters and valley rafters took the hut from the Yellow River, and the hut always looked at herself very lightly. She felt like an unknown grass, sharing her own sunshine and rain. Now, a new owner has come to this hut thatched hut, and the days ahead have a new landing and dependence.

In the heavy autumn, yellow leaves fell in the yard, and two pumpkins could not fill the stomachs of the veterans. The veterans walked into the yard listlessly and suddenly smelled a smell of meat! It was an exciting moment. The veterans rushed into the hut and saw the old squad leader with a pleated skirt tied around his waist and standing in front of the pot to prepare supper for everyone. Bangmai sat in front of the stove and pulled the bellows to burn the fire. The red flames spewed out from the mouth of the stove, reflecting Bangmai's face red. At that moment, Bangmai was the most beautiful, and her cheeks were filled with happiness.

A veteran couldn't wait, so he rolled up his sleeves and prepared to pick up the meat from the pot. The old squad leader held a spoon in his hand and patted the veterans' heads, as if he was teaching a lesson to a group of disobedient children: "The meat has not been cooked yet, why are you panic? Wait for another half an hour and I guarantee that you can eat and drink well."

The veterans left the house and sat on the stone bench in the yard, chatting about the mountains while waiting patiently. Suddenly they saw outside the fence gate, the dogs in the village stood neatly in a row. The dogs must have smelled the smell of meat and gathered outside the fence gate, stretching their tongues and staring at the blood-red eyes to peek into the hut. The veterans' hearts were stung, and their fate was not much better than those dogs.

The sun fell into the west mountain and smashed, and countless sparks were splashed. A large pot of cooked meat and vegetables were brought to the stone table in the yard. Each of the veterans placed a large bowl, filled with old wine. The old squad leader and Bangmai stood side by side on the steps of the hut to invite the veterans to eat and drink. The veterans had just picked up the wine bowl, and the hungry dogs broke open the fence and rushed up one after another. A battle between humans and dogs competed for food. The veterans wrestled with the dog, and the veterans' legs were bitten by the dog. After all, the veterans were no match for the dog. The pot of pork was overturned to the ground by a group of mad dogs and ate it.

Every family in the mountains was preparing trauma medicine to prevent accidents. The sticks applied the trauma medicine to the legs of the veterans to comfort the veterans not to be sad. There were still leftover meat and vegetables in the pot. Everyone simply went back to the hut and sat on the kang, closed the wooden door, and sat on the kang to eat and drink. The old wine in the bowl mixed with the veterans' tears poured into their stomachs. No one was willing to speak, sucking the bitterness in their hearts.

After dinner, the veterans remained silent, as if they had some telepathy. They all came to the courtyard in the middle of the village and met with the veterans who came with them. They spread the straw of the crops on the ground and fell asleep soundly.
Chapter completed!