She was lying in a small but bright and tidy tile house.
The word "tidy" is not enough to describe this room. I saw a few beautiful landscape pictures and calligraphy and paintings with strong and elegant writing on the wall, decorating the ordinary house elegantly and not vulgar.
Shaoyin turned her eyes and looked at the four corners of the room. In the homes of poor farmers, there are no incense burners, screens, ancient racks, carved stools, etc., only a wooden bed, a square table with baskets to hold food on it, and a few small stools polished with wooden stakes. , and two suitcases with fresh paint.
There is some itching on the head, some uncomfortably blocked nails, and the stomach is very empty, more and more feelings that belong to this body come.
Shaoyin gradually understood what happened.
When the system launches, it will place her at the plot node by default. In other words, she had already caught Gu Tingyuan talking to the sister of a classmate, scolded him on the spot, and rolled around after returning home. Gu Tingyuan explained to her, but she held her head and refused to listen. Gu Tingyuan made a meal for her to eat, but she didn't eat it either.
But Gu Tingyuan couldn't coax her, he was angry and wronged, thinking that his classmates had to apologize, so he didn't coax her anymore, turned his head and went back to the dormitory.
She just felt that he was really impatient, and couldn't think about it for a while, so he threw himself into the river after hugging his son.
Now is before she throws herself into the river.
The itching on the head is uncomfortably caused by mud getting into it while rolling and splashing. The gaps in the nails were clogged, partly because Gu Tingyuan's face was scratched, with dried blood embedded in it, and partly because the soil got into it when he slapped the ground.
Awkward.
Shaoyin thought about Gu Tingyuan's scratched handsome face, and couldn't help raising the back of her hand to cover her eyes.
How did you dress up as such a character
"You're such a stinky hand!" She couldn't help but say.
She asked Huihui to grab it casually, but she ended up catching such a character, which really killed her.
Hui Hui murmured: "You have to do it yourself, I asked you if you want to change it, but you said no."
Shaoyin was too depressed to speak.
Once the words have been spoken, it is hard to swallow them back.
"Mother, mother?" A childish voice sounded at the door.
Shaoyin put down the back of her hands, sat up, and saw a little boy with delicate features standing at the door, holding the door frame with her small hands, carefully poking her head into the room.
The big eyes are black and white, and the long eyelashes are fluttering, so cute.
"Mother, are you awake?" Seeing her sitting up, Xiaowa let go of the door frame, stepped over the threshold with her calves, and walked into the room.
Shaoyin felt her body, she was so hungry that she had no energy left. Looking at the sky, it was already afternoon. This woman made a fuss without eating lunch, no wonder she was so hungry.
Get out of bed, put on your shoes, and go outside the house.
Chen Family Village is located among the green mountains and green waters, the scenery is extremely beautiful, Shaoyin stood in the courtyard and looked at it for a while, the depression and anger that no one could speak of gradually dissipated part of it.
It's just a mission. A mere ten years passed with a flick of a finger.
When the little baby grows up, she will leave this world, no big deal.
He let out another breath of depression, and his mood has calmed down a lot.
Looking down at the little baby next to her legs, she said, "What are you pestering me for?"
The little baby's name was Gu Yi'an, she blinked her eyes, and said, "Father left food, and mother eats."
This son is just three years old, but he has inherited his father's IQ and is very smart. At a young age, Gu Tingyuan has already taught him to recite a lot of poems, speak in an orderly manner, and have a good memory.
Probably Gu Tingyuan told him before he left, so he remembered to urge his mother to eat.
"Have you eaten?" Shaoyin asked.
An'er nodded: "I have eaten."
Gu Tingyuan loves his son very much. The wife he married was unreasonable, the husband and wife couldn't talk, and the relationship was just like that. On the other hand, his son is smart and smart. He has placed great hopes on him, and he will teach him to recite poems no matter how busy he is. Before leaving, he must have stared at him for dinner.
Shaoyin didn't ask any more questions, turned around and went back to the room, sat at the table, opened the basket fastened in the center of the square table, revealing two white flour steamed buns and a plate of cold cucumber.
She took steamed buns in one hand and chopsticks in the other, and began to fill her stomach. An'er stood aside, looking up at her, Shaoyin grabbed a piece of steamed bun and stuffed it into his hand.
An'er took the steamed buns and began to eat them in small bites. The steamed buns can be chewed carefully, and a little bit of sweetness can be chewed out. Such refined grains are not available every day. An'er ate happily, her big eyes were full of joy, and occasionally dipped a little of the cucumber soup on the plate.
Seeing his small body, Shaoyin tried to stand on tiptoe and stretch out his small arms to dip in the soup on the plate, thinking it was very interesting. After watching for a while, he dragged the plate to the edge of the table, picked him up, and let him sit on his lap: "Eat."
An'er was immediately happy, but instead of dipping in the soup on the plate, she buried her head in her arms in shame: "Mother~"
Shaoyin was amused, patted his little head, and continued to eat.
After eating both steamed buns, there were only two pieces of cucumber left on the plate, and then she looked at her son who had taken his head out of his arms and was resting on her shoulder, biting the steamed buns like ants gnawing on them: "Can't you eat it?" eat?"
The little guy raised his head, blinked his big eyes twice, jumped off her lap, and reached out to grab the cucumber. He ate one piece by himself, raised the other piece and fed it to Shaoyin: "Mother eat."
Shaoyin was a little disgusted.
"You eat by yourself."
Ann was very happy and ate it with a crunch.
Shaoyin packed up the plates and chopsticks, washed them outside the house, and called his son together: "Come here."
In fact, she didn't need to call, An'er would follow her. Shaoyin rolled up her sleeves, scooped up a ladle of water, rinsed An'er's little hands, then wiped him clean with a towel, and said, "Let's go play."
Seeing her scooping up water to wash the dishes, An'er said, "Father is back to wash."
Gu Tingyuan did all the housework. Seeing her mother washing the dishes, An'er immediately stopped her. I saw my father doing housework a lot. In his short three-year life, it was very against the law for my mother to wash dishes.
Shaoyin didn't stop, and easily cleaned the dishes without oil and water, poured the dirty water into the yard, put the chopsticks and dishes on the stove, and buckled them with the basket.
Only then did he turn around and look over, "But I've already washed it, what should I do?"
An'er opened her mouth, and her delicate brows were frowned, revealing a bit of distress.
What should I do if my mother stole my father's work
"Is mother tired?" He ran over and hugged her knee.
Shaoyin shook her head: "Not tired."
"That's good." Ann breathed a sigh of relief.
Father said, don't tire mother. Since the mother is not tired, it's fine. He quickly relaxed, let go of Shaoyin's legs, ran to a corner of the yard, and poked ants to play.
Shaoyin felt a little lazy after eating and drinking enough, standing in the yard, he didn't even bother to move a stool to sit in the sun.
After a while, she stretched her arms, turned around and walked back to the kitchen to start boiling water.
Her body was so dirty that it took Shaoyin half an hour to clean herself from the inside out. The nails were also cut, and she loosely tied her wet hair, carrying a basin of dirty clothes and planning to go to the river to wash them.
An'er didn't know when she caught a caterpillar, put it on the path where the ants passed by, squatted there and watched it with great interest. From the corner of the eye, he saw Shaoyin going out, and immediately got up and chased after him: "Mother!"
"Yeah." Shaoyin nodded, instead of pushing him away, he followed.
It is summer now, children will not catch cold if they touch some water. While Shaoyin was washing clothes, An'er took off her shoes and stepped on the shallow water to play.
After playing, I picked up a few more snails and threw them into the river one by one.
"This is edible." Shaoyin said, drawing a circle on the ground, "Don't throw it in the river, throw it in this circle, pick up more and cook it for you at home."
An'er had something to do, so she became even more excited. She ran around, pouted her buttocks, and picked up snails one by one.
While Shaoyin was washing her clothes, she missed the days when she could make a dust-cleaning formula in the world of Xianxia. I also miss the days when I was a princess and queen, there were many servants serving her, and she didn't have to do anything. I also miss the modern world, where dirty clothes can be done with a washing machine.
Rubbing clothes lazily, paying attention to his son from the corner of his eye, he shouted from time to time: "Don't run away."
Ann is very obedient. Thanks to Gu Tingyuan's good teaching, he listens to his parents very much and is a well-behaved and filial child. Shaoyin called him, and he ran over pattering on the water.
Seeing that his sleeves had fallen off again and were soaked with water, Shaoyin called him to her side, twisted the water from the sleeves and trousers, and put them back on for him.
An'er surrounded her mother, pattering, stepping back and forth on the water. He was lucky, besides snails, he also found two mussels.
"Mother, can this be eaten?" Holding a mussel bigger than his hand, he walked up to Shaoyin with bright eyes.
Shaoyin smiled and said, "You can eat it." He didn't hesitate to give a compliment, "An'er is very capable."
Ann was even happier. The child didn't know much, but he subconsciously felt that his mother was in a very good mood today, so he put the clam in the circle, and went to play even more happily.
After washing the clothes, Shaoyin took the basin and led his son home.
An Er looked behind her step by step.
They didn't take extra tools, and they couldn't take away the snails and mussels, so they stayed by the river for the time being.
"No one will pick it up." Shaoyin persuaded him, "Let's draw a circle, and when people see it, they will know that it belongs to the owner and will not touch it."
An'er said, "Yeah." But the frequency of turning around didn't change at all. It wasn't until we were on the path that we couldn't see, so we anxiously grabbed Shaoyin's hand and pulled her back: "Mother, let's go home quickly."
Shaoyin couldn't help laughing.
Picking him up with one hand, holding him by his side: "Come on—"
An'er screamed, and then "giggled" and laughed non-stop.
When she got home, Ann immediately went to get the bowl. Shaoyin took him together, turned back to the river, and picked up the snails and mussels that he hadn't taken away just now.
On the way back, An'er was not in a hurry, holding the heavy bowl and never letting go.
Whether it's delicious or not, he hasn't eaten it anyway. But it was picked up by him, so he treasured it very much.
The child walked slowly, and he was holding a heavy bowl, so he walked even slower. Shaoyin is not in a hurry, she is a peasant woman now, and she has only surplus time, not enough time, so she walks leisurely.
After returning home, Shaoyin found a basin and soaked the snails in it.
As for the two mussels, she pried them open, dug out the meat, put them on the chopping board, and beat them hard with the back of the knife.
"Mother, why did you hit it?" An'er asked.
Shaoyin turned the clam meat over and replied, "It's better to beat it by a dozen."
"Why?"
Shaoyin paused and said, "You'll know when you eat."
Put aside a piece of mussel meat, put it aside, and only crack another piece.
At dusk, Gu Tingyuan came back from the county seat.
Holding a paper bag in his hand, it was a meat bun bought for his wife.
His long brows were slightly frowned, and there was a layer of inextricable boredom on his delicate face.
When approaching the entrance of the village, Gu Tingyuan felt a strong resistance in his heart. But thinking about his clever and lovely son, he tightened his face, but quickened his pace instead.
It's so late, Ann must be hungry.
My wife never cooks, so I don't know if An'er is crying from hunger
He could have come back earlier. But today this kind of thing happened, it took him some time to apologize to his classmates, and he was called by the teacher to reprimand him, and he explained it to other students in the dormitory, many things had passed, and it was too late to go home.
He rushed home in a hurry, when he saw a puff of white smoke rising from a distance, he couldn't help but pause, feeling horrified in his heart!
"not good!"
He ran home immediately, running at an unprecedented speed, like a gust of wind. I was worried that if it was too late, my son would be buried in a sea of fire.