Chapter 409: Remarried Widow 2
At this time, a little boy walked in. Seeing Yuanchun’s eyes open, he said in surprise, “Mom, you’re awake, how are you, does your head still hurt? ”
Yuan Chun recognized that he was the original owner. Her eldest son, she smiled weakly and said, "It doesn't hurt anymore, I'm just thirsty. Daqiang, please pour a glass of water for mother to drink."
"Mother, wait, I'll do it right now." Go get you some water."
Daqiang ran out of the house quickly.
After a while, he walked in carrying a small porcelain bowl.
"Mom, drink water."
"Yes."
Yuan Chun raised his head with difficulty, took the eldest son's hand, and drank all the bowl of water .
The burning throat felt much better.
She asked, "Where are Erqiang, Sanqiang and Yaya? My mother is sick these days, how do you eat?"
"Erqiang went to the mountain to collect firewood, and Sanqiang and Yaya followed. Went, our firewood was gone, I... I cooked corn mush for my younger brothers and sisters to eat , Mom, you are hungry, there is still corn paste in the pot, I will serve it to you.”
After the funeral of her husband, the original owner could no longer hold back the sadness in his heart and fell ill. , I am not normal these days, I have been in a daze, and sometimes I talk nonsense.
If Yuanchun hadn't come, the original owner would have been sick for half a month.
Now that Yuanchun is here, of course Yuanchun will not watch the four children working while she lies down.
She sighed and said, "Mom is indeed hungry. You can fill her with half a bowl of corn paste and eat it. When your mother is well tomorrow, she will do the work at home. Your father is gone and this family will be strong in the future." , I will never let you go hungry."
Da Qiang burst into tears and cried, "Mom, I have grown up. , I can also work. In the past two days, I have gone to the mountains to cut pig grass and earn three work points a day. Although I don’t earn much, I will grow up. Mom, when I grow up, I will definitely earn 3 work points a day. Ten work points, I will take good care of you."
"Okay, then I hope that my eldest son will grow up and support me in his old age." Yuanchun smiled.
Yuan Chun has no plans to stay in the village and make a living by farming. This year she is working in a collective, and she can earn food by working points. But when the household quota is implemented next year, she will not have anyone at home. Man, she had to work alone, and even if she was exhausted, she could not cultivate the fields of five people.
She must find other ways to make money.
In the 1980s, at the beginning of rapid economic development, she had to seize this opportunity and leave this valley with her four children.
"Mom, you eat the cornstarch."
Da Qiang held the cornmeal and placed it in Yuanchun's hand.
Yuan Chun looked at the emerald green paste and shed some tears. This is not corn paste, this is wild vegetable paste. There was a strong bitter taste in his mouth. Yuanchun resisted the feeling of vomiting and finally Swallow that mush.
This is too unpalatable.
But no matter how unpalatable it is, Yuanchun is reluctant to waste food.
She closed her eyes, picked up the bowl, drank it in one gulp, and then used the space to block it, stuffing a marshmallow into her mouth, and the bitter taste in her mouth faded a lot.
Handing the empty bowl to the eldest son, Yuan Chun said, "Daqiang, there is still some fine grains in mom's cabinet. I originally saved them for your father to eat when he comes back. Now let's eat them and cook some at night. Let’s eat rice porridge together.”
“Mom, there’s still corn porridge in the pot. How about we cook it tomorrow?” Daqiang said sensibly.
"Save the polenta for tomorrow." Yuanchun didn't want to eat any more polenta at night.
It tastes terrible.
It’s hard for the four children to eat that stuff these days.
(End of this chapter)