When Nuan Nuan woke up again, it was almost dark, and all the things that could be moved at home had been moved. Only the wooden bed she slept on was left. The original cabinets and tables were moved away, leaving the woodshed empty.
When Wen Ran woke up when she saw Wen Nuan, she immediately went to bring the medicine that was warming in the stove to her to drink.
Nuan Nuan took the medicine and took a sip, then he knew what medicinal materials were in it. The prescription was relatively symptomatic, but not good enough. She drank it all in one gulp.
"Third sister, we can move." Wen Ran said a little reluctantly when she saw Nuan Nuan finished drinking the medicine and looked at the woodshed.
From now on, we won’t even have a woodshed to live in!
"Third sister will definitely let you live in a big house from now on. A big house with blue bricks and tiles, warm in winter and cool in summer." Wen Nuan saw her reluctance and comforted her.
Wen Ran smiled after hearing this: "Okay, a big house like the upper house."
Nuan Nuan smiled and said nothing.
Going to the room? The house she built was naturally better than the previous house.
"Sister Nuan, have you taken the medicine? Grandma will help you get dressed." Mrs. Wang walked in at this time, and without waiting for Nuan's consent, she wrapped Nuan tightly with a shabby quilt and used her hair to wrap herself up. Wrapped in a cloth, only a pair of eyes were exposed.
Wen Jiarui walked in at this time, picked up Wen Nuan and put it on the cart parked outside the courtyard gate. Then he dismantled the wooden bed on which Wen Wen slept and put it on the side of the cart: "Sister Nuan, Sister Ran Son, come on, let’s go live in a new house!”
"Okay!" Wen Ran said happily.
"Mom, you get in the car too, and I'll push you over."
"I don't have to, I'll just walk over." Wang waved her hand and strode forward, walking a little hastily without looking back.
Wen Jiarui pushed the cart and walked towards the end of the village.
Nuan Nuan saw Mrs. Wang at the corner raising her hand to wipe her eyes. Her heart suddenly felt as heavy as being pressed by a stone.
Nuan Nuan turned around and glanced at the large blue brick house.
This is a large blue-brick house built with the money earned from Wang's dowry shop, because the original owner needed money for medical treatment and sold it to Zhu.
Not only the house, but also the shop and land were sold to the Zhu family.
Can Mrs. Wang not be sad
In the future, she will build a bigger and better house for the Wang family to live in.
When they left, the door to the upper room was closed. Mrs. Zhu thought she was unlucky, so that was just right!
It’s best to have nothing to do with each other from now on! Nuan thought.
The thatched hut is at the end of the village, and it takes about half an hour to walk there.
The thatched shed had been turned into a bamboo house by Wen Jiarui and several brothers from the same village.
The wall is made of green bamboo. One look at the bamboo and you can tell that it has just been cut down. The roof is paved with thatch, and the ground is yellow mud that has been compacted after weeding. The air is still filled with the fragrance of bamboo and earth.
In a hurry, the house only had one large room built on the frame of the original thatched shed.
At this time, there were several men about the same age as Wen Jiarui, and two boys were using bamboo to surround the yard.
It was close to the back mountain, and they were worried that if they didn't enclose a yard, wild boars and the like would break into the house at night.
When Wen Ran saw them, he immediately greeted them loudly: "Uncle Guangrong, Uncle Quan, Uncle Fugui..."
The uncles and uncles called out sweetly.
Nuan Nuan also greeted him.
After being laughed and praised by a few people, they continued to work. After all, it was almost dark and they had to finish the work quickly.
They were all farmers and good at work. Wen Nuan saw that one of them was responsible for cutting bamboo, one was responsible for making bamboo gates, two were responsible for weaving bamboo fences, and three were responsible for fence poles. All of them were very skilled in their hands and feet and moved very quickly.
Ran sister consciously ran to find a job.
Wen Jiarui carried Nuan Nuan into the house and placed him on the wooden bed brought from the woodshed: "Sister Nuan, sit down and dad will make a bed for you soon."
Wen Jiarui went out, brought two benches in, and placed them in another corner of the house. Then he moved two bed boards and placed them on the benches, and a bed was set up.
He tied a piece of bamboo to the four stool legs, hung up the patched mosquito net, and spread the worn-out mattress. The whole process took less than half a quarter of an hour.
Wen Jiarui hugged Nuan Nuan and said, "Sister Nuan, if you keep lying down, you will have food in a while."
Nuan Nuan nodded.
Wen Jiarui strode out to help build the courtyard wall.
It was completely dark that night, and everyone had just finished their work.
Mrs. Wu went to her neighbor's house to borrow some rice and noodles, cooked porridge, steamed steamed buns, and went to the vegetable garden to pick some vegetables.
Mr. Wen threw a piece of meat over in the evening, saying that he bought too much and couldn't finish it.
He dropped a piece of meat and walked away without giving anyone a chance to speak.
Mrs. Wang knew that he was secretly subsidizing her family, allowing them to treat people who helped with the work in the village to eat, so that they would not be too shabby.
She really hates and loves this man!
Mrs. Wang gave the meat to Mrs. Wu, who made a meal with these simple ingredients and invited several villagers who helped build bamboo houses to have a simple meal.
During the meal, Mrs. Wang and Mrs. Wu ate in the house with their children.
Wen Jiarui accompanied several villagers to eat in the yard.
Nuan Nuan glanced at his own bowl and then at other people's bowls.
What she had in her bowl was thick meat porridge. There was some minced meat in the porridge and it smelled very sweet.
What everyone else had in their bowls was porridge water. The porridge water was real porridge water, very clear, and not a single grain of rice was visible.
Wang said happily: "It's time to eat!"
Only then did everyone hold up their bowls and take a satisfied sip of the hot porridge water.
There were three black-faced steamed buns on the plate. Mrs. Wang picked up one and handed it to Wen Nuan: "Sister Nuan, you eat one steamed bun. Brother Luo and Sister Ran have half a bun each, and Brother Chun and Brother Hou also have half a bun each. .”
In my memory, their family has not eaten steamed buns for a long time. If it were not for moving today, it would be a new beginning. Wang would not be willing to make three more steamed buns for the children.
Wen Nuan took the steamed bun but didn't eat it.
Wen Chun was the eldest son and looked very similar to Wen Jiarui. He shook his head: "Grandma, I'm not hungry. You can eat the steamed buns."
Wenhou's stomach was already growling with hunger, and he finished the porridge and water in one breath: "Grandma, I'm not hungry either. You can split the steamed buns with my mother! I'm going to bed."
It's late at night, and I don't know how hungry I am even when I'm asleep. Why eat so much? Waste of food.
"Second brother, wait." Wen Wen divided the steamed buns into two and put them into Wen Chun and Wen Hou's bowls respectively. Then he used a spoon to add a spoonful of thick meat porridge to each of Wang and Wu's bowls. .
When she was about to add more to the bowls of the other four children, their expressions changed!
Wang reacted and quickly grabbed her hand: "Sister Nuan, what are you doing?"
Wen Nuan said matter-of-factly: "Let's eat the meat porridge together."
From the memory of the original owner, the family has not eaten meat for almost half a year.
Not to mention eating meat, I don’t even know how long I haven’t had a full meal.
"No, Sister Nuan, you are not in good health. Eating some meat is good for nourishing your body. We don't need to eat it. Grandma has eaten outside just now, and she is thirsty now. Please drink some porridge and water."
Mrs. Wu also nodded hurriedly: "Mother has already eaten a bowl of meat porridge when she was cooking. You are not hungry. Sister Nuan, be good and eat it yourself!"
The two of them said that they were going to spoon the meat porridge in the bowl that had not been melted by the porridge water back into the warm bowl.
Wen Chun put half of the steamed bun back on the plate: "Sister Nuan, brother is not hungry. He ate at the master's house. You eat!"
If my sister is in poor health, she should eat more. If she takes good care of herself, everything will be fine.
Wen Hou also put the buns back on the plate: "Sister Nuan, the second brother also ate at the master's house. The second brother is so full that his Adam's apple is on his throat, and he will vomit if he eats any more. You can eat by yourself, eat a little more, and be full." Come on, eat well and you will be healthy. When you are well, my second brother will take you up the mountain to dig out bird eggs!"
After saying that, he even pretended to burp!
Wen Ran and Wen Luo also expressed that they were not hungry.
If the third sister is hungry, she will be in poor health. If her health is not good, she will have to spend money on medical treatment, and she may even die. It doesn't matter if they eat less, as long as her sister is in good health.
Nuan Nuan put down the bowl with a calm expression: "If you don't eat it, then I won't eat it either."
She just sat there with a determined expression, as if she was the only one who ate after they ate.
family:"... ... .."
Why does Sister Nuan seem to have changed after she fell into the water
It wasn’t that strong before!
No matter how many people tried to persuade her, Wen Nuan refused to eat. In the end, everyone couldn't resist her. Under her gaze, each of them ate half a steamed bun and a bowl of porridge with a spoonful of meat porridge.
This is enough for Sister Ran to have one more meal!
Nuan Nuan saw that they had finished eating, and then ate the remaining half bowl of thick meat porridge.