Chapter 28 Look, he’s dead
Yu Tingwan’s menstrual period came at noon.
The pain in the lower abdomen becomes more and more obvious.
She lay on the old wooden table and huddled up, her dark hair covering her delicate facial features.
I don’t know how long it took, but she raised her eyes slightly, revealing a bloodless face dripping with sweat. He stretched out his hand towards the small piece of brown sugar that was no bigger than a palm.
Yu Tingwan knew that menstruation was very painful and he should drink some brown sugar and egg soup.
On this day, she did not go out again.
It rained for two days in a row, and the villagers in Linxi Village complained.
The mountain road is muddy and slippery, so Yu Tingwan will not take the risk and rush up the mountain.
It finally cleared up. She went out of the house and went to the corner to find a half-used broom to sweep the snow in the yard.
The two houses were so close that she heard the guard Shouzhong's voice next door.
“Where did these dates come from?”
Hui Niang held needle and thread in her hands without raising her head: “I went to the river to do laundry early in the morning and bumped into Widow Shi. She gave it to me.”
Widow Shi’s son works as an accountant in the county town, and his family’s conditions are among the best in Xilin Village.
She lost her husband at an early age and had a difficult life. It was not easy for her son to grow up. Now I am rich, but I am afraid of being poor, and I am still extremely stingy at heart. Even if relatives come to visit, they will only get a bad reception.
Hui Niang: "She wanted me to help make some meat sauce. When Li Zheng held a banquet at home, her son hated that bite. Afterwards, she thought about it many times, but she couldn't get the taste out of it."
< br>With a smile in her eyes: "Widow Shi said she would give me eight cents, so I agreed."
This is the family's income.
There are only five dates, but they are big and round and look delicious. Widow Shi's son should have bought it from the county town.
Hui Niang mended her clothes: "The head of the house washed the dates and sent them to Alang."
Wei Shouzhong didn't listen to her words. After washing, he stuffed two into her arms, and then gave the rest to Wei Zhao, who was lying on the chair and dozing.
He looked at the handsome Wei Zhao, with a soft look in his eyes: "Eat it. You have loved jujubes the most since you were a child, and you always went to the mountains."
But those years The wild dates on the mountain lack water and are sour despite their small size. How could the ones given by Widow Shi be sweet and crispy?
Wei Zhao didn't even raise his eyelids, his face expressionless: "I don't like to eat."
Wei Shouzhong: "What do you like to eat now?"
Wei Zhaosheng was helpless and had nothing to eat.
Wei Shouzhong: "What will Alang eat in the military camp?"
Wei Zhao glanced at him.
I thought I would not hear his response, but Wei Zhao spoke.
His voice did not rise or fall at all, as if he was talking about other people's affairs: "I will send some tributes to me during the New Year and festivals in Beijing."
Wei Shouzhong:...
Why did you start blowing again?
Wei Shouzhong did not reveal the truth, but followed his words and asked: "I don't see that our Alang is particularly respected. The tributes are all eaten by the emperor's relatives."
I don't know that either. The words stung him, and Wei Zhao looked gloomy: "You are just giving me some small favors to make me sacrifice my life."
Why does it sound like there is deep resentment and malice?
Wei Shouzhong sighed: "I have often inquired over the years, and the outside world has a very high reputation for Wei Jiajun. They say that the general treats his subordinates well, ensures that they have enough to eat every time, and often pays for you to eat meat. ”
Where is the border?
The wind and sand are strong and the days are hard.
Where do the soldiers in other military camps get this kind of treatment? Their responsibility is to protect the people, even if they die.
But the Wei Jiajun was different.
The young General Wei once said something.
【I, there is no rule here about exchanging flesh and blood for peace. The lives of the people are lives, and your lives are also lives! Your parents and brothers are waiting for you to return. You must go out alive and come back alive. 】
Wei Zhao said calmly: "The cooking soldiers often open a small stove for me."
"As long as there is no war, the Wei army will go into the mountains to hunt every three months, and the top hunter will be rewarded heavily. There will also be a bonfire night at night."
While he was talking, Hui Niang stopped what she was doing.
The couple listened very carefully, as if they could get a glimpse of Alang's days at the border from his words.
Wei Shouzhong: "What did Alang hunt before?"
Wei Zhao glanced at him: "Tiger."
Wei Shouzhong was surprised: "Really?"
Alang is so powerful! Wei Zhao: "I raised it."
Wei Shouzhong:? ? ?
Wei Zhao: "If you catch an enemy spy, give him extra food."
Wei Shouzhong:...
Okay, I don't believe it anymore.
Wei Shouzhong continued without revealing it: "Where is the tiger?"
Wei Zhao lowered his eyes.
Wei Shou Zhong knew that there was no reason to brag. He smiled and said: "Your mother and I were really relieved when we found out that you were selected by the Wei family army."
He looked at Wei Zhao, who was tall and powerful.
"Then General Wei is a good man."
Wei Zhao smiled.
But this smile is sarcastic.
“Really?”
Wei Zhao: “Good people don’t live long.”
He said coldly: “Look, he’s dead.”
"Who still remembers him?"
This sounded strange, but Wei Shouzhong didn't think much about it and just thought that Alang mentioned that the general was sad.
"Who said that?"
Wei Shouzhong: "The dignitaries who went to Beijing were all grieved and unbearable. The emperor dismissed Zao Chao."
Wei Zhaobu language.
Those who are too lazy to say that they go to Beijing are the most hypocritical, wearing a skin of hypocrisy.
Yu Tingwan didn’t want to eavesdrop on the movement next door, but he still heard it clearly.
She swept the snow hard, trying to keep her mind clear of distracting thoughts. But at this moment, Huiniang's voice reached her ears.
"Dad, why are there so few bowls in our house?"
Yu Tingwan froze:...
Here she is.
Wei Shouzhong climbed up to the roof of the stove to renovate: "If you count again, you must have forgotten where you put it."
Hui Niang frowned: "How is that possible? Wrong count? There are several dishes and chopsticks at home, but three of them are missing."
She searched inside and outside, but she couldn't even find them. It was really weird. There's no way there's a burglar in the house.
I don’t know if there is a thief in the Wei family. But she saw several bowls with the word "WEI" printed on them in the corner of the courtyard wall.
The snow was still flying, and the wall of the bowl was covered with snow as thick as a fingernail, and a small patch of thick brown juice still remained.
Yu Tingwan:? ? ?
Why did everyone come to her courtyard?
Just as I was thinking that, there was movement above my head. Yu Tingwan raised his eyes and saw something was thrown from next door.
Finally it hit her.
It was a jujube that had been bitten into, and there were teeth marks on it.
Yu Tingwan looked at the bowl and then at the dates, almost laughing out loud.
But Wei Zhao, who was next door, frowned and swallowed the dates in his mouth.
Jujube is sweet, but it tastes like chewing gum.
There are two more in his hand, but he doesn’t want to take them or eat them.
Wei Zhao conveniently threw the two burdens next door.
One hit the snow, and the other hit Yu Tingwan’s head.
The little girl held her head in pain.
Think of her house as a junkyard, right?
She really wanted to run next door and ask Wei Zhao why he couldn't get along with her!
But after seeing clearly what hit her, Yu Tingwan felt that she couldn't bear it any longer.
Yu Tingwan picked up the jujube and took a bite as if to vent his anger!
(End of this chapter)