Chen Li groaned in pain, but did not dare to talk back. She quickly started washing rice and making porridge. She carefully stirred it a few times, then put a wire curtain on it, and then put the steamed buns and steamed buns in the wicker basket.

All arranged.

Mrs. Shen put down the fire stick and snorted coldly.

Chen Li covered the big iron pot and started chopping pickles without stopping.

Living in poverty, although cooking is simple, there are many people eating and my hands and feet are not quick, which will delay farm work.

After cutting the pickles, she started to light the fire. After doing this, her lips moved a few times, and she still argued in a low voice, "Mom, Xiaoxi is not Sangmenxing..."

Mrs. Shen's triangular eyes suddenly widened, staring at Chen Li viciously like a cobra. She rushed over and slapped Chen Li hard on the face.

Chen Li was caught off guard, her face was hit to the side, and clear palm prints instantly appeared on her skin. She barely managed to stabilize her body and almost fell down.

She covered her cheek tightly with her fingers, and she gasped in pain. But she didn't dare to say a word, she just glanced at Mrs. Shen obediently.

Mrs. Shen frowned tightly and almost cursed, "It's that little bitch Sangmenxing. Ever since she was born, nothing good has happened in this family. I have raised her for so many years, and I have done my best to benevolent and righteous. This kind of

You're a money-losing product, sold to a widower and an old bachelor in the village, no one wants it, and now you're kicking me in the face..."

Tears rolled in Chen Li's eyes, and her dry lips opened, but she did not dare to refute, so she could only lower her head, "Mom, I was wrong, don't get so angry."

Mrs. Shen cursed several times, but she didn't feel relieved. She took a sip of Chen Li's mouth, then turned around and locked the cupboard.

Chen Li knelt down and filled the stove with corn poles for burning.

The bright and dim firelight illuminated her waxy and slightly red cheeks.

But even so, the beauty of youth can still be seen.

But now, he seems to be terminally ill.

Old Mrs. Shen glanced at the woman squatting in front of the stove coldly, and cursed, "Sangmenxing raised by a sick man, without my Shen family and my precious girl, you would have been dead for eight hundred lifetimes.

After living with you for so many years, I have raised a group of white-eyed wolves..."

Chen Li's head hung lower.

Mrs. Shen snorted coldly and looked away.

After a while, steam came out of the big pot, and the aroma of rice porridge came.

The Shen family's breakfast is ready.

Mrs. Shen skillfully poured the sticky rice porridge into a large pot. There was still about a tablespoon of rice grains left in the big pot. Chen Li poured in water from another wooden basin next to the pot and stirred it up.

After a few strokes, it was all poured out again.

Then put more than half of the pot of water, and put in the rice bran that Mrs. Shen brought and the gray cabbage that was cut last night at the door. This is pig food for the two pigs.

After boiling the pot, she took the rice water so thin that she could see a person's figure and went to the woodshed.

When she came back, she took the three thick-faced steamed buns that Mrs. Shen threw to her.

Without pickles, this is breakfast in the big room.

Mrs. Shen's place is full of baskets of steamed buns, with a white-flour steamed bun on top.

This is the breakfast for the second and third bedrooms as well as for her and Old Shen.

Chen Li didn't dare to look, so she took the steamed bun and left the kitchen quickly.

When Mrs. Chen saw her leaving, she went out and stood in the yard and shouted, "Get up, it's time to eat."

Then, I heard noises coming from various rooms in the main house.

The quiet little courtyard suddenly became lively.

Mrs. Shen went to the chicken coop, took out two eggs as usual, locked them in the cupboard with a smile on her face, and then went out to wash her face.

At this time, Shen Mingxi was hanging clothes to dry.

The commotion in each room became louder, and people came out one after another to wash their faces in the west corner of the yard.

The sun finally broke through the clouds, and the world suddenly became brighter.

Fifteen-year-old Shen Baozhi yawned and propped up the window, but at a glance he saw his cousin Shen Mingxi hanging clothes.

Shen Baozhi's movements stopped.

Despite long-term malnutrition, Shen Mingxi's hair is still black and shiny. She is facing her now, and she can see her beautiful eyebrows, almond-shaped eyes, high nose bridge, petal-like lips, typical Oval face.

She remembered that Shen Mingxi had been working in the fields since he was ten years old. It has been six years now, but his skin is still fair and has a faint luster in the rising sun.

The only drawback is that she is too thin.

Blood vessels can be seen on the back of the hand where clothes are hung.

Shen Baozhi's eyes flashed maliciously, but when she heard the door behind her open, she frowned in disgust, but covered it up well.

She left the window sill.

Sitting obediently on the kang covered with plaid sheets.

Mrs. Shen walked in, her eyes full of love and doting, and she kept saying, "My dear girl, why did you get up so early? Why don't you get some more sleep? Did grandma's voice sound too loud just now?" I woke you up. I’ll keep my voice down tomorrow, but when you wake up, wash your face. Grandma will heat up white-flour steamed buns for you..."

Before Shen Baozhi could speak, Mrs. Shen lowered her voice again, "When they go to work in the fields, grandma will boil eggs for you."

Shen Baozhi smiled with crooked eyebrows and said, "Grandma, you are so kind. Thank you, Grandma."

Mrs. Shen was so happy that she said, "My precious girl is really good at talking. Reading a lot makes her different. She is not like that Sangmenxing who cries every day. I wish I could put her in a water tank and drown her, so as not to waste our family." of food..."

The more she spoke, the more energetic she became, and the spitting stars began to fly.

Shen Baozhi moved away calmly, put on her clothes slowly, and smiled as she listened to Mrs. Shen's daily routine of cursing and scolding.

Outside the window, Shen Mingxi didn't know what was happening in the room. Her mind was still very confused. There were still a few clothes in the big basin. She was about to bend down, but was picked up by a big hand with clear joints.

Shen Mingxi turned his head and looked.

Under the sun, Shen Jiawen, the eldest son of the Shen family, and her eldest brother were helping her dry clothes.

The eighteen-year-old boy is tall and tall. Although his face is thin, he still has sharp eyebrows and starry eyes.

The old and patched clothes are piled on top of each other and are clean. Although they have been doing farm work all year round, their nails are neat and free of dirt.

The eldest brother has always been clean, filial to his parents, and protective of his younger siblings. However, one night a few years later, he fell into a manure pit at the east end of the village and died miserably and humiliatingly. Dirty.

Until her death, she didn't know how her elder brother fell into it.

Shen Mingxi looked at Shen Jiawen who was hanging clothes with tears in his eyes.

Shen Jiawen quickly hung up all the clothes and moved the big wooden basin to the corner and set it up. Only then did he see his sister looking at him intently.

He smiled, his white teeth shining in the sun, stretched out his hand and patted his sister's head affectionately, and said softly, "Silly girl, don't stand there in a daze, come in and eat quickly."
Chapter completed!