It's New Year's Eve in two days. This is the second year since November came here. Last time, she married Yang Shifeng and had a husband. This time, she has another important man in her life—they Fat boy.
Last year, the family was not very lively, but this year, it became completely lively because of the presence of the little fat man. The little fat man is the pistachio of the whole family. When he yelled "Aahwawa" at home, the family was full of joy. Indescribably fun.
Grandpa Yang gave the little fat man a big red envelope and stuffed it on the little fat man's chest.
Uncle Yang brought his family here for the Chinese New Year, and he also gave the dumpling money, followed by Xiao Shi, who gave the 300 pen money he got in a red package to the little fat man, and the little fat man suddenly became a rich man .
Yang Shifeng, his own father, was not far behind. He took out the red envelope he had prepared long ago and gave it to the little fat man, and kissed him, "Duanzi, you have to grow up healthy and healthy."
"Ah—" Little Fatty danced in Eleven's arms.
Eleven stuffed him with the four red envelopes, pinched his cheek, "Little Fatty, just hold it and be happy for a while, it will be handed in tomorrow."
The little fat man didn't understand, and he had a lot of fun playing with the red envelopes.
The Yang family has no relatives, and they don't need to walk around, so they pay New Year's greetings to each other and eat and eat with people they know in the village. In their spare time, everyone's main pleasure is to make fun of the little fat man. A year goes by so quickly.
It is not long after the New Year, and the weather is getting warmer. The village has finally ushered in the season of sowing, and the famine in winter is about to end.
Yang Shifeng remembered the eleventh words, and ran to the village chief and said that he wanted to buy the land behind the house. The land was large, but it was facing the mountains. No one would buy it to build a house, so it was useless. Now Yang Shifeng wanted to buy it, and the village chief would not disagree, so he discussed it with the village elders, and finally sold it to him for five taels of silver.
After getting the land deed, Yang Shifeng finally asked the question in his heart, "Eleven, what are you going to do with such a large land?"
Eleven looked at the size of the ground and was very satisfied. Such a large area was just right for her to grow herbs. Eleven plans to reclaim the land behind it into a medicinal field, and plant medicinal herbs in it. Planting medicinal herbs is her old job. In the end times, natural land cannot grow natural medicinal herbs, so she is in the experimental field by herself. For those who cultivate medicinal herbs, when she arrives here, there are natural medicinal herbs. When she needs them, she goes to the mountains to pick them with Yang Shifeng, so she is too lazy to cultivate them by herself.
However, the disadvantage of picking medicinal herbs on the mountain is not only the distance and difficulty of picking, but also the quantity problem. Some medicinal herbs are very few in number, and the cherished medicinal herbs are even more rare. It depends on luck. Cultivated in experimental fields, there are as many as you want.
In the past, she couldn't use many herbs to see a doctor, so she never thought about cultivating it by herself, but now she has a plan in her mind that she needs a lot of herbs to achieve it.
Yang Shifeng was a little surprised, "Do you want to cultivate herbs yourself? Can you cultivate them?" In his knowledge, herbs are grown in the deep mountains and need to be picked by himself. He doesn't know that herbs can be grown by himself. He used to see in the mountains that many doctors and apprentices from the town went into the mountains to collect herbs.
"Of course you can grow herbs yourself, just like growing vegetables. Vegetables can grow in the wilderness, or you can grow them in the fields. As long as the method is right, it's better to grow your own. At least it's easy to pick and the amount of herbs more."
"But I often saw famous doctors in the town go into the mountains to collect medicines. They didn't grow medicines by themselves. Why?"
"That's because medicinal herbs are not easy to cultivate. The method is very important. If the method is wrong, nothing will be grown. If everyone can grow it like food, the medicinal herbs will not be so precious, and there will be no need for so many doctors and doctors. It's been a lot of hard work to go into the mountains to find it." In this era, the technique of planting medicinal materials is not very good, and very few doctors do it themselves.
Yang Shifeng suddenly realized that it is difficult to cultivate medicinal materials here, not as simple as growing grains and vegetables.
Eleven faced this piece of land and said, "Brother Shifeng, find a few people to help you, surround this piece of land with a wall and connect it with our house, just leave a back door, and then give it to me. Let's reclaim it, divide it into pieces, and I want to grow different herbs."
Yang Shifeng always agreed unconditionally to Eleven's request, "Okay, I'll find a few people who can work tomorrow to help, I guess it will take a month."
"If you come to work, you give people 30 pennies a day, and we will pack a meal at noon. By the way, if you don't have time to cook, go to Grandma Wang's house and invite someone to help you cook for a few days. The wages and work The same people. The people in Grandma Wang’s family cook deliciously and cleanly.”
Yang Shifeng nodded, and immediately began to think about who should be called to do this work.
The village has just spent a winter of hunger and cold. Everyone's pockets are cleaner than their faces. It's the time when they need money. At this time, Yang Shifeng invites people to work. He still has thirty cents a day, which is a big attraction for everyone. There was no one in the village who didn't want to do it, but Yang Shifeng didn't want everyone, and only picked a dozen reliable and hardworking people to do it, including Uncle Yang and Dazhu.
Yang Shifeng handed the shop to Grandpa Yang to watch, while he led the men in the village to build fences and reclaim the land every day, and he was very busy every day.
Eleven will take the little fat man to the back every day to see how everyone is working. The little fat man sees it with gusto, and he points at those working people and yells at every turn, and sometimes keeps giggling. A discordant voice just blended into the work place, but everyone really liked Little Fatty. Looking at his tender and tender face, everyone wanted to pinch and tease him, or when they were drinking water. Talk to him a few words, and the little fat man will not refuse anyone who comes, and he is very happy to talk to others. Those who don't know really think he understands everything.
Sometimes when a patient on Eleven cannot take him to the back to watch people work, he will point to the direction behind and call Eleven, but Eleven will ignore him, and he will slap the bed board and get angry, screaming in anger. He was so amused that the person who came to see the doctor kept glancing at him, thinking that this child was too smart.
The little fat man has now become a little fat man that the whole village likes.
A month later, the reclamation of the following fields has basically been completed, and the time has come to the most suitable time for cultivation. Eleven will go to the mountains to find some seeds or seedlings of medicinal herbs to cultivate.
However, to go to the mountain, she still had to find so many kinds of medicinal herbs. One or two days was too little, and she would have to leave the little fat man at home alone.
From birth to now, Little Fatty has been in her arms every day, and has never been separated from her for a day. This is the first time to leave her. Eleven felt a little uneasy in her heart, wondering if Little Fatty would cry if she left.
Yang Shifeng was worried that Eleven would go to the mountain alone, and wanted to go with her, but Eleven shook his head and refused, "Although the little fatty usually likes to laugh, he basically doesn't cry, but I don't know if he can't find me. I won't cry. If you leave together again, we will not see each other. What should he do if he makes trouble? So you should stay at home and coax him, you will feed him rice paste and he will eat it."
Seeing that Yang Shifeng was still worried, Eleven said: "It's really okay, I've been to the mountains many times, and the ones I've already cooked can't be cooked any more. I know where the herbs are, and I won't go to those unsafe places. , I'll be back in three days at the latest."
Yang Shifeng was not at ease, but looking at the fat son who was unaware, he could only be ruthless and stay at home to watch him.
Eleven was afraid that the little fat man would cry when he saw her leave, so in the early morning before the little fat man woke up, he quietly ran up the mountain with the bamboo basket on his back.
This season on the mountain is when the herbs are growing wildly, seedling seeds are everywhere, Eleven can easily find the seeds and seedlings she needs, but although the collection went well, there are too many kinds, so she still stayed in the mountains. a long time. But there was no way. She had run away secretly, and she didn't know how the little fat man at home would react. Of course, she had to take advantage of this time to pick it well, and she couldn't guarantee that she would have a chance to come next time.
I didn't sleep much on the eleventh night. I collected the medicine at the fastest speed. Finally, I collected almost the same amount in the afternoon of the next day. I hurried down the mountain with a bag full of things on my back.
When I got home, it was just dark, and the Yang family had just finished dinner. Grandpa Yang was boiling hot water for washing in the kitchen, and the others were nowhere to be seen.
Eleven was strange, but he went into the kitchen to say hello to Grandpa Yang, "Grandpa, I'm back."
When Grandpa Yang saw Eleven, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he quickly stood up to take Eleven's backpack, "Oh girl, why did you come back, do you know that the little ancestors in the family are turning upside down!"
Eleven was startled, "What happened to the little fat man?"
"He didn't see you, let us take him everywhere to look for you, I cried for a long time, my throat was hoarse, and then I saw that you didn't show up, I started crying, my eyes were swollen, and even the rice was mushy. If you don't eat, we can't coax him, you've lost weight in the past two days, how could you have the heart to leave such a small child at home?"
The more Eleven listened, the more uncomfortable he felt. He ran to the room without saying a word. In the room, Yang Shifeng was sitting beside the bed with the little fat man in his arms, with a sad face, while Xiao Shi was also watching, gloomy.
Seeing Eleven come in, Xiao Shishi jumped up immediately, his face full of anxiety, "Sister, you are back! My little nephew is about to cry! Come and see my little nephew."
Yang Shifeng also breathed a sigh of relief, "Eleven, you're back."
Eleven walked over and looked at the little fat man in Yang Shifeng's arms. Although he was still full of flesh, he seemed to have lost a little bit of weight.
But the most pitiful thing is that the little face is red from crying, and the eyes are swollen, which makes people feel distressed.
"How's the little fat man?"
Yang Shifeng kissed the little fat man's face in distress, "I was tired from crying, and finally fell asleep. If you don't come back, I will be unable to coax you. Eleven, although the dumpling usually likes to quarrel with you, in fact The stickiest thing in him is you, and he doesn't even want to eat it when you're not there."
It was the first time Eleven felt a mother's deep-seated attachment and reluctance to her child. Feeling sour, she couldn't help lowering her head and gently kissed the little fat man's eyes.
I don't know if I can feel the smell of my mother, Eleven just left the little fat man's eyes, the little fat man's eyelashes blinked gently, slowly opened his eyes, his big black eyes looked at Eleven, his mouth was full. There was an "oh oh" sound, a little hoarse.
"Fatty, mother is back, do you miss mother?"
Seeing that the person in front of him was his old mother who had disappeared for a long time, the fat dumpling blinked and suddenly closed his mouth, motionless and quiet.
What's going on here? Wouldn't it be two days before I didn't know her
Eleven was wondering why he reacted this way. The next second, with a "wow", the little fat man let out an earth-shattering cry, which resounded through the sky. The fat arms and fat legs were swung vigorously, as if they were going to turn all the enemies over.
eleven:"... ... "
Yang Shifeng: "..."
small stone:"... ... ."
Grandpa Yang ran in in a panic, "What's the matter? What's wrong with the dumplings?"
Yang Shifeng looked bewildered, and hurriedly patted his son's back to coax, "Duanzi, isn't mother back, why are you crying again? Don't cry, don't cry, mother is really back."
"Wow-wow--" the cry grew louder.
Yang Shifeng was so anxious that his forehead was sweating, "Eleven, what's wrong with him? Is there something wrong with him? He didn't cry so much the last two days."
Eleven glanced at Little Fatty's face, it was probably a mother-son connection, at this moment she inexplicably felt that Little Fatty was not as sad as he had shown, and there was a bit of acting.
But Eleven still decided to give Little Fatty some face and coax him.
He took the little fat man from Yang Shifeng's hand, and first kissed his small forehead, "Fat, mother is back, mother, don't cry anymore."
"Wow-" Little Fatty continued to cry.
Eleven kissed both of his eyes again, "Good darling, mother's good darling, don't cry, mother shouldn't leave you gone for two days, mother's bad, please forgive mother."
"Wow--" The voice seemed to be a little lower, and the tightly closed eyes were also opened a little bit.
Eleven's eyes flashed a smile, and then he took a sip on his little nose, "My mother is fat, my mother loves you the most, and my mother will never leave you fat again, okay?"
"Wow-" The cry became much smaller, and a small eye squinted Eleven.
Eleven felt that it was time for her to make a big move. She put the little fat man on the bed, lifted his clothes to reveal his fat belly, and then lowered his head and blew on his belly, making a "puff" sound. Fatty has loved this trick since he was a child, and when someone blows on his fat belly, he will let out a big duck laugh.
"Quack quack—" Sure enough, the little fat man couldn't stand this move, and finally laughed, his short hands and legs fluttering wildly.
"Puff puff—" Eleven continued to blow, and the little fat man fluttered even more, his little finger grabbed Eleven's hair, and shouted, "Mother—"
Eleven stopped and looked up at him.
Yang Shifeng, Grandpa Yang and Xiao Shi also stared blankly at the fat dumpling on the bed, in disbelief, "Is the dumpling called 'mother' just now?"
Little Stone nodded, "I just heard it."
Grandpa Yang was a little excited, "Did our dumplings speak?"
The most exciting was on Eleven. She clearly heard the sound of "mother" from the dumplings, and her heart froze all of a sudden.
Her child just called her mother.
The fat dumpling saw that everyone was not moving, and the mother didn't brag about him anymore, so he patted the bed in confusion, "Ah?" Why didn't you tease him
Eleven grabbed the fat dumpling's foot and kissed it, "Duanzi, what did you just call me? Call me again."
"Giggle-" The fat dumpling laughed.
Eleven smiled, then lowered his head and blew on the fat dumpling's belly again, making the fat dumpling laugh again, so excited that he couldn't help himself, and he called out again, "Mother-mother-quack-"
Eleven took the fat dumpling into his arms and kissed him several times on the face, "Mother fat, you are so smart, you will be called a mother!"
The fat dumpling hugged Eleven's neck and laughed, and everyone couldn't help laughing after him.
It's finally raining.