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Zhao Jinge came out of Eldest Jiang's broken hut and went to his own house.
The Zhao family's acres of paddy fields have all been sold, but there is still more than one acre of dry land left. They can grow potatoes and vegetables, and their house is right next to this place.
Zhao Jinge stepped into the house and smelled the fragrance of food. At the same time, his mother Zhao Liu also welcomed him home: “Jinge, you are back?”
“Well, I don't have any work to do today, so I came back first.” Zhao Jinge said that he had done almost all the work, so he spoke to his employer and came back early. He planned to turn over his land and plant something in the afternoon.
“Jinge, you've worked hard.” Zhao Liu looked at her youngest son's tough face and deep scars on his eyebrows. She felt sad. If it wasn't for Jinhu, how could Jinge have suffered so much?
He's a ger who wants to support his family like a man.
When Zhao Jinge saw his mother's appearance, he knew that she was thinking too much. He could not comfort people. He just said, “Mother, do you have anything to eat?”
“Yes, mother made sweet potato porridge.” Zhao Liu said, lifting the lid of the pot.
In the pot there is orange sweet potato porridge, The porridge is made with sweet potato and a little rice grains, as for the steamer rack, there is a large bowl of pickles.
They usually eat two meals a day, and that's basically what they eat.
Zhao Liu wanted to get a bowl for Zhao Jinge, but Zhao Jinge grabbed a big porcelain bowl first, and filled a bowl of porridge: “Mother, I'll go out.”
“What's the matter?” Zhao Liu asked puzzled.
“Eldest Jiang asked me for something to eat.” Zhao Jinge walked towards the door.
Eldest Jiang's the one who hasn't spoken for years still want to eat? Zhao Liu's face showed surprise and said, “Isn't this Jiang family having a wedding? Will he have nothing to eat? The Jiang family gave a meal when they invited their neighbors to help them prepare yesterday. The people who went there said that they had a very good meal. Why did the Eldest Jiang want food from others?”
“He lay there, I am guessing he hadn't eaten for days.” Zhao Jinge pointed to the broken thatched cottage road about half a mile away from Zhao's house and strode over there as he spoke.
Zhao Liu was shocked when she heard her son's words. The broken hut could not be inhabited for a long time. What happened to Eldest Jiang, who had just fallen into the water a few days ago? Moreover, these days, she clearly did not hear anything, nor did she see anyone coming from Jiang family.
This Jiang family is too hard on Eldest Jiang.
Zhao Liu couldn't help sighing, but by this time, Zhao Jinge had already carried a bowl into the thatched hut.
Jiang Zhen was very weak at the moment. barely supporting himself. When he saw Zhao Jinge come back, he breathed a sigh of relief, and he was finally saved.
Zhao Jinge did not know Jiang Zhen's idea. He entered the house to support Jiang Zhen, and put the porridge bowl to his mouth.
The sweet taste of sweet potatoes made Jiang Zhen want to eat porridge in one bite, but considering his physical condition, in the end, he still ate slowly in small bites.
The porridge was no longer hot, but it was still warm. Jiang Zhen felt like he had come back to life after a bowl of porridge was eaten.
“Thank you.” Jiang Zhen thanked Zhao Jinge the bowl of sweet potato porridge and water, but it made his throat bitter.
“No.” Zhao Jinge watched Jiang Zhen drink up the porridge and immediately let Jiang Zhen go. He let Jiang Zhen lie in the hay pile and asked, “Would you like me to help you go to Jiang's house?”
Hearing the words “Jiang house”, Jiang Zhen felt a tightness in his chest. This sentiment does not belong to him, and it seems that Eldest Jiang is still unwilling.
“They don't care about me.” Jiang Zhen looked at Zhao Jinge again: “Jiang family… What are they doing now?”
“Today is your third brother's day of marriage.” Zhao Jinge said with a puzzled look at Jiang Zhen. When Eldest Jiang mentioned Jiang family, he was too alienated.
“I see. Thank you.” Jiang Zhen once again thanked him.
Zhao Jinge heard Jiang Zhen's thanks twice in succession. He was a little embarra.s.sed and asked, “Are you full? Shall I fetch you another bowl?”
“No, I'll go home after some rest,” said Jiang Zhen, he couldn't eat much now.
“Um.” Zhao Jinge answered, “Then I'll go first.”
Zhao Jinge left soon, and Jiang Zheng closed his eyes.
Perhaps because of the fever. His eyes were so sour that even opening them became a burden. After closing them, he finally felt better.
Jiang Zhen was powerless, but because of his strange experience, he was drowsy and wanted to fall asleep when he suddenly felt that the door had been opened again.
He listened to the footsteps twice and was already familiar with them. Who was it if it wasn't Brother Zhao Jinge?
After entering the house, he saw that he was sleeping with his eyes closed, and Zhao Jinge's footsteps could hardly be heard. He came to Jiang Zhen and covered him with some straw. He also laid bundles of straw around Jiang Zhen.
Country people often rely on straw to warm themselves in winter. When the bed is covered with thick straw, they regard it as a mattress. Zhao Jinge should be afraid that he is too cold to do so.
Zhao Jinge laid down the straw and left again. Jiang Zhen, however, could not help but find the memory of Zhao Jinge in his mind.
Jiang Zhenwei, in fact, had originally thought about Zhao Jinge. Knowing that his parents would not marry him, he wanted to go to Zhao's house as son-in-law and marry Zhao Jinge.
His life in Jiang's family was very difficult, so he did not care about Zhao's family condition at all. Zhao Jinge was ugly and he did not care. But although he had this idea, he could not speak or dare to speak. So until he died, n.o.body knew about it except himself.
This Eldest Jiang's life is a bit of a mess… The more memories Jiang Zheng had, the more annoyed he was. Instead, he did not care about those people in the Jiang family. As soon as he packs up his belongings, he would go directly to the Zhao family and rely on Zhao Jinge.
Of course, that's a bit shameless… Jiang Zhen pondered that he still had to take good care of his health as soon as possible, and then think about other things. Food is very important if he wants to be healthy.
Jiang Zhen thought about what to do next, smelled the scent of straw, and finally fell asleep.
When Jiang Zhen woke up again, it was already dark.
He had been dying before, but after drinking a bowl of porridge and sleeping, he had recovered, but his hands and feet were still weak. … This body's const.i.tution is still good, but it's been too hard before and it still falls short.
Jiang Zhen took a deep breath and stood up and walked out of the hut.
It's still cold today, he doesn't want to spend the night in this thatched hut.
Along with his memory, Jiang Zhen went all the way to Jiang's house.
Now it's very late, but the Jiang family is still awake. Jiang's family was the busiest when Jiang Chengxiang was married. They waited until the wedding was over, and they tidied up their home again before they had time to sit down and eat together.
After the banquet, Madam Jiang shared some of the various dishes they served to people who came to help them and kept a lot for herself. Now the food was eaten by the whole family.
“Little sister, don't you like chicken wings? Here you go.” Madam Jiang clipped a chicken wing with chopsticks to give Jiang Xiaomei and put two chicken legs in an empty bowl next to her. “Yuan Wen likes to eat chicken legs. I specially left them hidden in the house and did not serve them on the table. I will give them to him when he wakes up tomorrow.”
Yuan Wen is the only grandson in Old Lady Jiang's family. He is two years old. Since he was born, he has been the sweetheart of Old Madam Jiang. Now he is asleep.
Jiang Chengwen, the second eldest son of Jiang's family, put a piece of pork in his mouth with chopsticks and suddenly remembered: “Where the eldest?” Today, the third married, he is so busy that his feet do not touch the ground, but Eldest Jiang did not show his face…
Jiang Chengwen also studied for two years when he was a child, but he did not like reading and did not want to go after two years. After he did not study, he was supposed to cultivate the fields, but Eldest Jiang was so capable that even though he was now twenty years old, he could not do any work. He went to the fields only twice.
Today, when Jiang Chengxiang got married, he just helped to lift the table and serve the dishes. He could not bear it. He could no longer stand it, and complained about Eldest Jiang if he were here, how could he be required to do these jobs?
“The debt collector doesn't know where the h.e.l.l you are going, so don't come back if you can!” Old Madam Jiang said, her face with it's drooping eye corners looked extremely mean.
When Jiang Zhen entered the house, he happened to hear such a remark, and there was another burst of indignation in his heart.
It was not his emotion. He would not get angry with such a remark.
“Big Brother?” Jiang Xiaomei was the first to see Eldest Jiang.
Among so many people in the Jiang family, Eldest Jiang's favorite is Jiang Xiaomei. Although Jiang Xiaomei likes to be lazy and delicate, she is the only person in the Jiang family who will take Eldest Jiang's eyes into account. For example, during the New Year's festival, the family has made some dumplings and other kinds of food. Madam Jiang refused to let Eldest Jiang eat them, and no one else would think of giving them to him to eat, but Jiang Xiaomei will take some to Eldest Jiang.
Only Jiang Xiaomei would call Eldest Jiang as elder brother. Jiang's second and third eldest brother had always directly called Eldest Jiang “Eldest.”
Jiang Zhen took a look at Jiang Xiaomei, who was gnawing chicken wings. His eyes fell on the other members of the Jiang family, and he remembered all their looks and demeanors.
“You're dead, little beast! There's no one at home who's not busy!” When Old Lady Jiang saw her eldest son come in quietly, she immediately cursed angrily.
Jiang Zhen looked at her coldly. “I had a fever. I spent three days lying in the thatched hut on the west side. I was hungry for three days, and no one delivered a meal.”
Eldest Jiang used to bow his head all day, but Eldest Jiang looked up and revealed his appearance completely, so that one could clearly see his thin face and cold eyes.
Old Madam Jiang's had a cold heart when she looked at her eldest son. However, she did not care about this feeling, and continued to curse: “Little b.a.s.t.a.r.d, you dare to talk back to me, you are such a big person, do you have to be fed?”
As soon as Old Man Jiang saw that Jiang Zhen looked haggard, he was still a little uncomfortable, but after hearing the scolding of old lady Jiang, he frowned again. His son has been acting strangely all day, and now he's blaming them? Even if you're hungry, don't you know how to squeak? Does such a big man need his parents to deliver meals to him?Madam Jiang continued to scold, and if she were not still eating, she would have found a stick to beat him with, but both Jiang couple and Jiang Xiaomei looked at Jiang Zhen in some surprise — this man actually spoke? And such a long sentence?