The three of them are all in good physical strength. It usually takes about two hours for the villagers to walk to the town, but they only walked for more than an hour to reach the entrance of the village.
There are rice fields on both sides, and behind the village are several big mountains and a small river, from which Linshui Village also comes. Unfortunately, a reservoir was built upstream, and the river is almost dry. However, there is one advantage of building a reservoir. There will be two irrigation periods every year, and water will be released according to the drought during the busy farming season.
Linshui Village is a large village with about 500 people. There is a big banyan tree at the entrance of the village. Under the tree, there is a person holding an oil lamp and looking over here.
"It's mother." Rong Yao exclaimed, pulling Rong Yu to run towards the entrance of the village.
The two arrived in front of Rong's mother in a moment.
"It's good to be back, it's good to be back." Mother Rong murmured, holding up the oil lamp, and looked at the son carefully, she didn't know what to think, and tears fell instantly.
Now both of them were in a hurry, Rong Yu stretched out his hand to help her, and...
"Don't cry, I, I, I'm sorry." Rong Yu clutched the corner of his clothes tightly, not knowing how to comfort him.
He thought about whether they also looked for him in the previous life, and was it sad that they couldn't find him
It must be sad.
Rong Yu whispered in his heart, his eyes were also red.
"Mom, don't cry, I'm hungry again, let's go back for supper." Rong Yao helped Mother Rong wipe away her tears, and took the oil lamp from her hand.
"Okay, okay, don't cry, let's go back." Rong's mother held the hands of her son and daughter and walked slowly into the village: "I made sweet potato syrup and fried noodles with soy sauce. Do you like it?"
"I like it, I like it!" Rong Yao nodded quickly. In fact, she doesn't like it at all. There are not many fields at home, and food is scarce. From time to time, she has to rely on sweet potatoes to fill her stomach. She is already afraid of eating.
"I like it too." Seeing his mother and Rong Yao looking over, Rong Yu nodded quickly.
It took about five minutes to walk from Rong's house to the entrance of the village. A three-meter-long path led into the yard, about seventy to eighty square meters, with a peach tree and a well. In his free time, Dad Rong would dig water wells for other people. The money was fine, but it was also hard work.
The house of the Rong family is a tiled house cut out of mud bricks. There are two flats in front of the yard, the one on the right has three rooms, and the lobby and dining room are in the middle. On the right is Rong Yao's room, and on the left is Rong's parents' room.
The suite on the left also has three rooms, but the lobby in the middle is a bit smaller, and there are only some silkworm raising tools and agricultural tools. The room next to Rong’s parents is the silkworm house, and the room on the left is Ying Xun’s former residence. I live in Ying Xun's room. There is a window in this room, and there is a small forest outside the window, Rong Yu used to be scared by the night wind and trembled a lot.
It was almost ten o'clock in the evening, the rustling sound of the wind blowing through the grove aroused the fear in Rong He's heart again, and he couldn't help but move closer to Rong Yao.
One of the parents unlocked the lock, and the other held the oil lamp. After a few bangs, the door opened. The ancient wooden door opened with another creak.
"Tomorrow, we have to turn on some diesel fuel so it won't go off." Rong Ma said nimbly, she went to the dining table and grabbed a light cord and pulled it. The dim light came on, which was better than an oil lamp.
In the 1990s, this small mountain village had just been powered on, and the wattage of the light bulbs was not large, and the brightness was about the same as that of a bedside lamp manufactured in the 21st century. Ying Xun used to like to read with such lights on.
Ke Rongyu doesn't like the dark, so every time he grinned and danced on Ying Xun's body.
But that person can't see it.
Mama Rong used well water to chill the sweet potato syrup. It is very refreshing to eat in the hot summer. Although the soy sauce noodles are a bit lumpy, Mama Rong is good at cooking and it is very delicious to eat.
This supper lasted until almost eleven o'clock, and Rong Yao could barely open his eyes, but he was in good spirits.
"Yaoyao go take a shower and go to bed. Get up late tomorrow, we don't rush early." Father Rong felt distressed seeing his daughter like this, and after driving her away, he said to Rong Yu, "You must be tired too. Wait for Yaoyao to finish washing. I also quickly washed and rested."
"You wash first, I'm not tired, it doesn't matter if I'm late." Rong Yu clasped his hands under the table lightly, secretly glanced at the yawning mother Rong out of the corner of his eyes, and wanted to tell her to go to sleep, but opened his mouth a few times, and his mother He still couldn't pronounce the word.
Raising his hand to wipe the sweat off his face, Rong Yu lowered his head.
"It's stuffy in the room, let's go outside to cool off," Rong's father stood up, seeing that Rong's mother was going out with him, he quickly said, "You go to bed first, and I'll do the dishes."
"But… "
"Go, you are not in good health, don't get overwhelmed."
Rong's mother hesitated a little, wanted to speak but stopped looking at Rong and said for a moment: "Why don't you sleep in mother's room, that small room is near the grove, are you afraid at night?"
Of course Rong Yu couldn't say he was afraid, so he shook his head again and again: "I'm not afraid."
"Here," Rong's mother clasped her hands tightly, looking at Rong's father for help, seeing him shaking his head calmly, complaining in her heart, but she didn't say anything: "Then I'm going to bed, you go to bed early too, Remember to close the door and call mom if you have anything to do."
"Okay." Rong Yu continued to nod.
Mother Rong couldn't bear to look at Rong Yu, so she turned and went back to the room.
Father Rong started to clean up the dining table. There was a big plate, three bowls and three pairs of chopsticks. Mother Rong didn't eat, so she put them together and went out. Rong Yu saw that the dining table was a little dirty, recalled how they did it before, bent down, and saw a rag under the dining table, picked it up and wiped the dining table before taking it outside for washing.
There are two basins in the well of the Rong family. Father Rong ordered one, and Rong Yu put the rag in the other basin to wash. Although the technique was a little blunt, the procedure was correct.
They didn't allow Rong Yu to participate in the housework before, but they didn't expect him to look good.
After the rag was washed, it was hung on the peach tree to dry, and Dad Rong’s bowls were also washed. The door of the outdoor bathroom connected to the kitchen was pushed open. , everyone is comfortable.
Rong Yu has been staying here for a week, he walked back to his room familiarly, turned on the dim light in the room, and looked at the suitcase in the corner. Push-pull suitcases are still rare in this era, and Rong Yu entered the village during the daytime, so he was surrounded by people.
Rong Yu went over to open the suitcase, put the 50 yuan he had in it and closed it again. Instead of taking clothes, he opened the tattered closet. The door was half broken. Although the door was broken by him, Ying Xun Use flimsy.
There are two sets of clothes in the simple wardrobe, which Ying Xun didn't take away. The fabric is a little rough in the hand, but it feels at ease.
"Xiao Yu, have you got your clothes? Go wash it, it's too late."
Rong Yu's voice sounded, and Rong Yu responded, holding his clothes and going out.
Rong Yu sweated a lot today, but he washed it off quickly. Father Rong didn't take a shower immediately, but sent him to the door. Rong Yu was a little nervous, thinking that he wanted to talk to him, but he heard him say: "Go to sleep, if you are afraid at night..."
"I'm not afraid."
"Okay, don't be afraid."
"Close the door, call me and your mother if you need anything."
"Um!"
In response, he closed the door and prepared to unlock it, but he forgot how to do it. This kind of wooden door uses a built-in lock, which was closed by Rong Yu in a previous life, but for Rong Yu now, forty years have passed, and his fingers are still unable to handle the hidden latch, so he just plugged the latch. Go back to the house.
The house made of mud and mud is not soundproof. The rustling of the woods outside the window, the chirping of cicadas, and the inexplicable singing of birds still make Rong and the soles of his feet a little cold. I got up, opened my eyes wide, saw the flickering light on the beam, and then remembered that the light was not turned off, and the rope to pull the light was at the door.
The electricity bill is very expensive now, and it is impossible for him to order it overnight, even if he is a little afraid of the messy sound outside the window.
Rong Yu pulled the quilt up around his neck, thinking to himself: Count one, two, three and rush over, turn off the light and run back, it's good, one, two, three, rush, rush...
However, the lights were still on.
Rongyu was a little discouraged, took a deep breath, and continued to meditate: This time counting down to one, rushing forward in one breath, and then rushing back in one breath, come on, Rongyu, nine eight... six five... twenty one... rush...
However, the lights were still on.