Upon hearing this, Mrs. Li was frightened. She glared at the old woman who scolded her hatefully, picked up the broom and went home.
Mu Jianfeng didn't know what happened here for the time being.
At this time, he was sitting upright in the only blue brick house in the village.
"Daddy, my wife has given birth to a girl. She's so beautiful."
Mu Weiguo, who had a straight face, smiled rarely when he heard that it was a girl:
"Hello, girl, okay, baby." "
Have you chosen a name yet?"
"My wife gave it to me. It's called Mu Nannan." Mu Jianfeng puffed up his chest and looked proud.
The names given to other children in the village were rustic and ugly, but the names of the children in Lao Mu's family were all nice.
Liu Xiuying, who came out with the sugar water, laughed:
"When your wife was pregnant, I said she looked like a girl. No, it really came true."
Mu Jianfeng giggled, put down a few wedding cakes, and carried I'm going to another place with my basket.
Liu Xiuying stopped him and forced him to give him more than twenty eggs.
"Auntie, I don't want it. There are eggs at home."
"What you have at home is yours. It's my wish. I took the eggs and gave them to your daughter-in-law."
The two of them kept pushing back.
It was Mu Weiguo who said:
"Your aunt has been saving the eggs for more than a month and is waiting to send them out today.
Don't be polite, third brother." Mu Jianfeng had no choice but to accept them, not wanting to betray the old man's wishes.
Unexpectedly, Mu Weiguo took out another can of malted milk and gave it to him forcefully:
"My former comrades mailed it to me two days ago. They said it has high nutritional value and can be drunk by the elderly and children. You Take it home and give it to Nannan to drink."
Mu Jianfeng wanted to refuse, but was pushed out of the door.
He hid the eggs and malted milk, handed out the remaining wedding cakes smoothly, then wrapped up his cotton-padded jacket and ran home in the dark.
Only when he got to the house did he dare to take out this valuable thing.
Ma Yuehong glanced at the small jar of malted milk:
"Did your eldest dad give it to you?"
"Yeah."
Mu Jianfeng scratched his head: "I said no, but eldest dad gave it to me." "Your eldest dad gave it to me
."
All the good things in there have been given to our family."
Mu Baoguo knocked on his cigarette pole and said,
"Jianfeng, remember your father's kindness."
Mu Jianfeng patted his chest and promised,
"I will definitely remember it later. Dad is old, and I will provide for him in his old age."
Mu Baoguo lowered his eyelids and sat on the kang without speaking.
Mu Weiguo was his eldest brother, and among so many brothers and sisters, they were the only two who survived the famine.
Not because of anything else, just because his eldest brother would give it to him as soon as possible if he had food.
Later, in order to keep him alive, he joined the army.
With the money given by his brother, he started a family, married a wife, and had many descendants.
But his brother was alone with only one wife.
Both sons were sacrificed, leaving no heirs.
Ma Yuehong asked Mu Jianfeng to take the malted milk and hide it in his house. Just after hiding it, the four brats who had been kicked out by the family for a day's play came back.
"Master, grandma, father, mother."
Four and a half-year-old boys, two of them carrying a big wooden bucket, shouted happily:
"Come out and see, we have caught a lot of fish and shrimps."
It's winter in Hedu. They were frozen in ice, where did the fish and shrimps come from?
Ma Yuehong picked up the curtain and took a look. The wooden barrel was full of fish and one fish jumped out.
She walked out quickly:
"Did you catch all these fish?"
Mu Chen, the eldest, said proudly:
"Of course."
"We stayed by the river in the afternoon, and the fish in the river jumped out of the holes in the ice. , and shrimps, even our brothers can't pick them up."