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    "Good, good! I am obedient, work, eat, eat!"

    Er smirked so much that his saliva was about to flow out, he quickly breathed back, imitating Brother Fugui, shrank his head and spoke in a low voice, nodding desperately in agreement.

    Brother Fugui raised his arm and put it on the shoulders of the new recruit in satisfaction, a little dissatisfied with his height, tsk!  What's the point of being more majestic than the boss?  Fortunately, my family is only sixteen, and I can still grow up for two years. The two idiots are in their thirties, and they will never grow taller.

    Sun Yaozu was not a born idiot. I heard from Grandma that he was seriously ill with a fever when he was a child, and his family had no money to treat him. That was the delay.  Unlike those lunatics who are crazy and stupid, Sun Ersha is clumsy and has no brains. He is like a three or four-year-old child and can't speak clearly. If you let him do some simple tasks and teach him well, he will be fine.  of.

    He is very strong, confused and unable to speak, he is simply a strong laborer bestowed by God!

    Ouch, I am really kind-hearted in helping people out.

    Cao Fugui sighed, and was relieved to finalize the name of the younger brother.

    While speaking, Ersha looked back at the crushed worm on the ground reluctantly, and sighed sadly: "Oh! Meat."

    "Eat what you have! Don't worry about bugs."

    Cao Fugui rolled his eyes, took his hand, stuffed some wild pork jerky, and said: "You eat first, and I will come to 'play' with you when I am busy, do you understand? Don't tell anyone.  !"

    Ersha ate his eyes brightly, and nodded firmly: "Mmm, mmmm!"

    Cao Fugui and his second uncle pushed the cart to the entrance of the village, and met a group of children blocking the road, standing breathlessly under the tall ginkgo tree in Fengshui Temple, taking a slingshot in the middle and aiming at a small sparrow on the treetop.  It's the embolus of the third grandpa, Secretary Cao.

    Dog eggs, long legs, and tiger teeth, the big fart kids, all raised their necks and stared at the sparrow intently. From time to time, some people hissed and sucked their saliva, as if they could kill the sparrow in the next moment.  The bird is eaten alive, steamed and braised in brown sauce.

    Cao Fugui glanced at the group of greedy little redheads, and then at the sparrows shivering in the cold wind on the treetops. He suddenly let out a loud roar, which made a group of children tremble suddenly,  The sparrow on the sky was so frightened that it spread its wings and flew high, instantly turning into a black shadow in the blue sky and disappearing.

    The children howled in disappointment and anger, looking everywhere for which blind guy is so bad?  Turning his head, he was facing Brother Fugui's foolish smile.

    "Wow¡ª¡ª"

    "The bastard is here!"

    "Run!"

    Brother Fugui was famous in the brigade, one of them was scared to cry, five were scared away, and only one clan relative, Shuanzi, was left. His face suddenly turned into embarrassment with anger, and he stood there, stammering hello: "Fu, Brother Fugui! Uh¡ª  ¡ªAh! My mother told me to gather firewood and go home, I, I'll go first!"

    Before he finished speaking, he had already run halfway up the mountain.

    Cao Fugui sneered at these youngsters, and thought it was a big deal to hit a small sparrow. Grandpa hit a wild boar as big as a mountain and didn't blow it to the sky!

    The cart creaked and pushed across the wooden bridge in the middle of the stream, and the home was opposite. Fugui and the second uncle walked briskly.

    "Grandma, I'm back!"

    Looking at the courtyard gate from a distance, Cao Fugui had already shouted away, and a small figure rushed out like a cannonball, plunged into Uncle Cao's arms, and yelled loudly: "Daddy, daddy, what did you buy back from the city? Is it good?"  Is there something to eat?"

    "There are no delicious ones, but there is a big pot for cooking delicious ones."

    Cao Fugui knocked on the iron pot "Dang Dang Dang", Bao Feng stared round in surprise, and in an instant the wind blew back to the house, shouting: "Grandma, grandma! Dad and brother brought back the big one  Only pot!"

    Miao'er quietly stood beside the trolley at some point, stared at the pot seriously, nodded, and said to Fugui, "Brother, you have worked hard."

    "Baofeng is an idiot, how can we be as well-behaved as Miaoer, here it is!"

    Brother Fugui was generous and gave the younger sister a handful of dried meat. Miao Er happily took it with her eyes wide open.

    Entering the yard with Miaoer, Cao Fugui seemed to catch a glimpse of a figure out of the corner of his eye. He turned his head, and the person sitting in the corner looked at him, slowly lowered his head, and continued to concentrate on weaving the basket in his hand.  Two or three woven bamboo baskets have been piled up beside them.

    Fugui lowered his head and asked Miao'er: "He has been weaving baskets? Didn't he take a break?"

    Miao Er nodded earnestly, stretched out a palm, thought for a while, counted and retracted one finger, and said: "I have made four of them, and I haven't stopped. Grandpa said that there are not enough bamboos, so he went to chop bamboos."  .¡±

    &nbsHe walked to the small table made of square chairs next to him, and the three children Yingzi, Miaoer and Qiao Yingnian sat and ate together.  Yingzi and Miaoer had already finished eating, and they were helping to clean up the bowls and chopsticks. Qiao Yingnian had also finished his sweet potato porridge. He silently picked the porridge grains at the bottom of the bowl, and there were two intact slices of bacon pork left.  did not move.

    Cao Fugui's eyes flickered, he immediately picked up his bowl, and preached with a stern face: "Do you still want to recover from your leg injury? Eat all the meat! No matter how poor the family is, it doesn't depend on saving your rations." He picked up himself  A few slices of meat in the bowl were quickly put into his bowl, and he said: "Eat meat to nourish the meat. Another day burnt the pig's trotters and tendons. You can eat them all for me to nourish your hamstrings."

    Qiao Yingnian looked silently at the sudden extra pieces of meat in his bowl, slowly raised his head, fixedly looked at him, then suddenly lowered his head, tearing and biting, and devoured the meat.

    "Tsk! Well, bloody. He is a man, so he has to eat meat like this and drink in a big bowl!"

    Cao Fugui was talking nonsense there, making Yingzi and Miaoer laugh while covering their mouths, and Baofeng also yelled for a big piece of meat.  Grandma laughed angrily, picked up her chopsticks and knocked on the forehead of the eldest grandson.

    After lunch, everyone started to get busy.

    Grandpa and Uncle Er are going to rebuild the stove and install the newly bought cauldron.  Grandma has to do handicrafts, the second aunt is doing housework, and Yingzi and Miaoer are responsible for feeding the thin-footed and lonely chickens at home, and Xiao Qiao also helps them get chicken food to feed the chickens.  Bao Feng was free, so he slipped out to play with his friends.

    Cao Fugui was about to sneak out to do "business" when he caught sight of the chicken food in Xiao Qiao's hand out of the corner of his eye. He was taken aback, walked over and asked, "Yingzi, this is what the chicken eats? No wonder it's full of bones."

    In the broken pottery dish were chopped chicken grass, rotten sweet potato pieces, and half a grain of rice, not to mention meat such as snails and worms.  It's strange to eat these things to gain weight.

    Yingzi frowned sadly and said, "That's all. In winter, it's hard to catch bugs, and I can't eat enough. A few hens won't lay eggs."

    Cao Fugui cheered up, rolled his eyes, and frowned: "This is difficult. In this way, anyway, there will be no meat, and it will cost food to keep. I might as well catch a few to exchange for food. Yingzi, you and Grandma  Say."

    Without waiting for the startled Yingzi to reply, he stretched out his hand to catch it very skillfully, and clamped the only big flower rooster in the family under his armpit. It was clamped tightly before it could even make a cry.  I picked it up again, and the black-tailed hen, which is the favorite of the flower rooster and the most egg-laying, was also taken into my hand.

    While Yingzi was stunned, Brother Fugui already had two chickens in his hands, and drifted away, disappearing in a blink of an eye.

    Only the two little girls were left looking at each other with bitter faces, and they did not know how to explain to the adults.  Qiao Yingnian silently watched the direction Cao Fugui was going away, held the chicken food plate steadily, called the chickens with a "smack" in his mouth, and worked hard to feed the remaining chickens.

    Brother Fugui thinks they are too thin!  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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