Before dawn, Qiao Wei woke up. When she opened her eyes, she saw the two little buns lying on her body, and a tinge of warmth flowed through her heart.
With the faint morning light on the horizon, Qiao Wei walked around the thatched cottage.
There is a large empty yard outside, with water tanks, wells, and some rusty tools. The kitchen is next door, pots and pans are scattered around, there is leftover gnocchi soup in the pot, the rice jar has bottomed out, and two not-so-fresh carrots are poured into the vegetable basket beside it.
Qiao Wei cleaned up the kitchen first, heated water from the well, and sterilized the pots and pans. Then, sharpen the rusty kitchen knife sharply and brightly. She can do anything, except the knife.
After tidying up in the kitchen for a while with a serious attitude towards the operating room, smoke from the chimney wafted straight into the morning sky. The villages at the foot of the mountain also gradually wafted smoke from cooking houses, and the green hills and distant mountains were shrouded, and it was hard to tell whether it was clouds or smoke.
When Qiao Wei cooked the porridge and was about to bring it back to the house, the two brothers and sisters woke up and ran to the kitchen one after the other.
"Mom!" The little girl threw herself into Qiao Wei's arms with crooked eyebrows. Her body is soft, her little hands are warm, and she is close to Qiao Wei, who likes it a little.
Qiao Wei touched her daughter's head, afraid that the porridge in the bowl would burn her, and said to her: "Go to the house with brother first, and mother will be ready soon."
The little boy took his sister out of the kitchen.
Qiao Wei filled the porridge and brought it to the room. Over there, the two brothers and sisters had already set up the small square table.
Oh, this is too good.
Qiao Wei couldn't help laughing, and put the bowls and chopsticks on the table. Originally, she wanted to use spoons for the children, but she couldn't find them after searching for a long time: "Let's make do with it, mother will make you a spoon later..."
Before finishing the following words, the brother and sister picked up the chopsticks and began to eat wheezingly.
After the meal, Qiao Wei told them that she hit her head and couldn't remember many things, including their names.
The brothers and sisters were so well-behaved that they immediately reported their names. The elder brother is Qiao Jingyun, and the daughter is Qiao Wangshu.
When the tiger roars, the wind grows in the valley, and when the dragon lifts up, the cloud belongs to the scene. [Note①]
Looking ahead, Shu makes the pioneer, and Fei Lian makes rushing back. [Note②]
The person who named the two should be a scholar.
From Xiao Jingyun's mouth, Qiao Wei also knew that this village was called Rhinoceros Village, not far from the town. The three of them originally settled in the town, but they were robbed of their money and ended up here. The villagers were kind enough to take their three mothers to live A house on the hillside.
This was originally the place where the forest guards lived, and the villagers gradually settled down at the foot of the mountain, planted fields, and rarely went up the mountain, so no one guarded the forest.
After breakfast, Qiao Wei cleaned up the dishes, and then repaired all the tools in the yard. The shovels, shovels, hooks, and sickles were polished one by one.
The two children had never seen these things before, squatting aside curiously, while watching, they felt that their mother had suddenly become very capable.
Qiao Wei cleaned the tools, sharpened them, and stored them in the kitchen. Then, she took out the shovel and shoveled away the snow in the yard, dug a pile of mud, and poured hot water on it.
In this ancient time when productivity and technology were very backward, cement had not yet been born. There were only rammed earth and raw soil. The reinforced one was called rammed earth, and the pure natural one was raw soil. The rammed soil is dense, firm, and has few gaps. It is perfect for building houses. The foundations of the Great Wall, the Forbidden City, and the Mausoleum of Qin Shihuang are rammed earth. But Qiao Wei didn't know how to ram, so she had to settle for the next best thing and use raw soil. The windows are covered with raw earth, but at least they are airtight.
At this time, Qiao Wei is so grateful that she grew up in an orphanage. If she is a delicate young lady, how can she know these ways of survival? Even if she was given a chance to travel through time, she would starve to death in this mountain.
After tidying up the house, Qiao Wei took the sickle and shovel to see if she could dig something to eat in the mountains.
The little buns followed their mother like crazy, making two joyful little tails.
Unexpectedly, as soon as the three of them reached the door, they were stopped by a woman wearing a pair of black cotton trousers and a purple floral short jacket. The woman was holding a stick, and without looking at anyone, she scolded her head and face, "Little bastard, you stole from me again, didn't you?"
Qiao Wei thought it was some kind-hearted villager who went up the mountain to see their orphans and widows, but she didn't expect that they came to scold them. Qiao Wei's face immediately turned cold: "Who are you spraying shit on?"
The woman said without even thinking about it: "What's wrong with me spraying dung all over your mouth?" As soon as she finished speaking, she realized that she had scolded herself, and immediately blushed with embarrassment, glared at Qiao Wei and said, "Oh, you're awake!" ? I thought you fell to your death, and I didn’t care about your son, stealing things all day long!”
Qiao Jingyun hurriedly said, "I didn't steal anything!"
The woman said disdainfully: "You didn't steal anything, why did my marinated chicken disappear? I saw one less every day! You stole it!"
"I didn't!" Qiao Jingyun's eyes turned red anxiously.
The woman's eyes widened: "You still don't admit it?"
"That's enough, what's coming at me, don't attack my son!" Qiao Wei shielded Qiao Jingyun behind her, and stared back at the woman's venomous eyes mercilessly.
The woman was stunned for a moment by the sudden aura. In her impression, Mrs. Qiao was not so tough...
Qiao Jingyun was so anxious that he was about to cry: "Mother, I didn't steal anything, I really didn't..." He was not afraid that others would wrong him, but he was really afraid that his mother would not believe him. He was not a bad boy, as his mother said, he would starve to death You can't steal or snatch death, he remembers it, he always remembers it...
Qiao Wei patted her son on the shoulder: "Mother believes in you."
The woman came back to her senses, and felt that it was embarrassing to be intimidated by a shameless abandoned woman just now. She raised the wooden stick in her hand and said aggressively: "Stop pretending to be pitiful to my old lady! Hand over my mother's chicken!"
Qiao Wei said indifferently: "We didn't take anything from you, how can we hand it over to you?"
The woman spat: "You want to renege on your debt, don't you? Okay, don't let me find out!"
Qiao Wei refused to give way: "You search as you say? Do I agree?"
"I'm going to search for you. What can I do to you?" The woman raised her stick, as if she would kill Qiao Wei if she didn't move away.
Why is Qiao Wei afraid of her? She stretched out her hand and clasped her wrist. She used skillful strength to make the woman cry for her father and mother with just one touch.
The huge movement disturbed Aunt Luo who was nearby, and Aunt Luo hurried over: "Little Qiao, are you okay... Huh? Liu Cuihua?"
Liu Cuihua, known as Aunt Liu, is a well-known shrew in the village.
I thought it was Xiao Qiao who was being bullied, but it was her. Aunt Luo glanced at Qiao Wei in astonishment: "Little Qiao, what's the matter?"
Qiao Wei could see that Aunt Luo had no ill intentions towards her, so she explained what happened just now: "If she really came here to find something, I don't mind helping her find it, but if she finds something wrong, I will Don't blame me for being rude."
Ask for their opinion, but don't put on an "I think you're a thief" face. It's true that the three of them are helpless, but they can't be bullied for nothing.
Aunt Luo: "Cuihua, it's your fault. What's wrong with running up the mountain for the things you threw down the mountain?"
Aunt Liu snorted, "I've seen it all, he stole it! He's been running around the village in the dark for the past few days, isn't he stealing something, or what is he doing?"
Qiao Wei sneered: "Did you see my son stealing your chicken, or did you just see him enter the village?"
Aunt Liu choked.
Qiao Jingyun cast his eyes on Aunt Luo, and Aunt Luo nodded at him, then turned to Aunt Liu and said, "If you really want to know where your chicken went, then ask your man! No one knows except him!"
Obviously it was Lao Liu who traded the chicken for wine, and didn't dare to tell his mother-in-law, so he lied that the chicken was stolen. This muddled Liu Cuihua actually depends on other orphans and widows!
Aunt Luo had a husband who worked as a long-term laborer in the county government, and even the village head gave her a little face, so Aunt Liu didn't dare to fight her, so she walked away in despair.
Qiao Jingyun walked up to Aunt Luo, called "Grandma Luo" shyly, then took Aunt Luo's hand and said to Qiao Wei, "Mom, I really didn't steal anything. I went to the village to find Grandma Luo." .”
It turned out that Aunt Luo gave the steamed buns and chicken legs yesterday, not only that, but during the period when the original owner was in a coma, the two brothers and sisters had been relying on Aunt Luo's relief.
Knowing the truth, Qiao Wei stepped forward without saying a word, and bowed deeply to Aunt Luo.