Chen Xing is the eldest son of Chen Dawang, the poorest family in Yejia Village. He is fourteen years old this year. His mother is Yang, who loves to gossip and gossip.
In the winter, when there is nothing to do, the Chen family always only eats two meals. Two meals is not much different from one meal, because for breakfast, each person only has two bowls of muddy porridge, and there is no dry food at all.
There was no time for that kind of food. Before noon, my stomach was growling with hunger.
Yang was so hungry that she hid in bed and slept, not caring about the children at home.
It's not that she is cruel, in fact, she has a lot of food at home. If she doesn't care about it, she will eat as much as she wants, and when the disaster is over, she will have no choice but to drink from the northwest wind.
The whole family will starve to death before the wild vegetables grow in spring.
It's freezing cold outside, so it would be great to lie down under the quilt and sleep. You won't be hungry when you fall asleep.
She could sleep well every day, but her half-year-old children couldn't stay at home.
Besides, I feel so hungry that I feel uncomfortable, so I might as well go out and look for something edible.
Just like that, Chen Xing took his siblings and a few younger ones from his cousin's family, took the broken bamboo baskets from home and ran to the street, preparing to catch house birds and burn them.
It’s just that the idea is beautiful, but the reality is cruel.
They've been lying here for an hour and haven't caught a single house sparrow.
The jacket on my body was stiff and not warm at all, and the single shoes under my feet did not have any effect of keeping warm. My feet were numb and numb from the ice.
The biting cold wind blew against their bodies as if they were free of charge, and the Chen family brothers and sisters were all frozen into ice sculptures.
He just went back like this, but he didn't give in. He almost caught the generals, but ended up flying away again.
Just a little bit off.
Just a little bit of luck.
I'll definitely make it next time.
They don't want to be greedy. Just grab one or two and drink some soup to warm their stomachs that are burning with hunger.
So, a few people continued to lie down in the snow nest and waited patiently.
At this time, child Wang Jinling ran over excitedly.
Among the brothers and sisters of the Chen family, the youngest is called Chen Xiaolian, the younger sister of Chen Xingtang's uncle, and is about the same age as Wang Jinling.
Child Chen Xiaolian's face was red from the cold. She was sniffing and lying in the snow nest, staring eagerly at the bamboo basket not far away. When her sight was blocked by a round-faced lady wearing a bright red cloak, the little kid was a little confused.
"Little sister, how long have you been here? How many house finches have you caught?"
Child Wang Jinling came up to her with a smile, grabbed her cloak and squatted beside her, looking very familiar with her.
"Who are you?"
The little guy continued to be confused.
"My name is Wang Jinling, and that's my cousin."
Child Wang Jinling was quite proud to introduce her beautiful sister Xin'er.
All the brothers and sisters of the Chen family followed her fingers and looked at the person coming.
On the vast white ground, a girl wearing a red cloak walked toward everyone with a smile. Behind her was a majestic snow-white dog.
The bright red cloak is very beautiful, and there is a pure white rabbit embroidered on the lower right corner of the lapel, which is small and cute.
The hat was trimmed with a circle of snow-white rabbit fur and was tightly buckled on the girl's head, revealing only a small, bright and pink face, with bright eyes and bright eyes.
Where did this little fairy come from?
The Chen brothers were in a daze.
They had never seen anyone dressed like this in the village.
And the dog, all white, tall and handsome, noble and majestic, looks noble.
But it followed the girl very obediently, looking well-behaved.
This, this is her dog?
Also, ordinary native dogs are not worthy of her.
Chen Xing's heart felt as if a feather was gently brushing against it, itching and numbing, and suddenly it started beating wildly, almost as if it was about to burst out of his chest. This chapter has been completed!