MTL - Everyone Pampers the Small Blessing Who Has a Spatial Pocket!-Chapter 7 food delivery

   Chapter 7 Food Delivery

  Hujia Village is one of the most impoverished villages in the entire county and even the entire town. No matter how poor other villages are, there is still a small landlord who can have 180 mu of land, but Hujia Village does not. The richest village chief's family has only ten more acres of land than others, and the family just has enough to grow.

  The house is half brick and half stone, and it is poor after it is built.

  Because of poverty, every household has no surplus food. The snow has closed the mountain for a month, and it has not really thawed. Even if they want to sell iron to exchange food, there is no way to go out.

   Therefore, food is equivalent to life.

   Mrs. Wang only took a few breaths when she saw the food in the bag.

   This Jiang Dahua!

"Come back, take the things back!" Mrs. Wang took a few steps forward, grabbed Aunt Hu, and stuffed the bag into her arms, "Why are you looking down on me, our Wang family is not hungry enough yet! "

Aunt Hu's heart was still bleeding, but she was caught off guard and was pushed back. Hearing what Mrs. Wang said, she immediately blurted out: "Who doesn't know how much your family weighs? Half-sized boy, eat poor Laozi, your family can There are seven! You'd better pick up a girl movie—"

   Actually, she wanted to talk about losing money, but after being chased and beaten by Mrs. Wang all over the village, she changed her tune.

   Even the other Ai in the village who said so, also changed their words.

   It hurts to beat the broom, and it's a shame to be chased and run!

   "Shut up for the old lady, the old lady is in a good mood today, and some have the strength to deal with you!" When Mrs. Wang heard that she was going to talk about Ayu again, the slightest bit of emotion in her heart was blown away, and there was only a trace of anger left.

   She immediately stretched out her skinny paws towards Aunt Hu San.

   "Oh, what's the trouble? This day, I don't know how many days it will be sunny, so save your energy! Don't you want to celebrate the New Year?" An old voice came.

   Old Madam Wang had just pulled Aunt Hu's hair, she heard the words and let go, adjusted her cuffs a little, and turned to look, but it was Mrs. Hu, followed by two descendants.

  The two young students each carried a backpack, and they walked with ease, and there was not much in it.

"Mr. Hu, are you out to bask in the sun? How did you come here?" Mrs. Wang glanced at the two descendants again, "Are you going to look for something in the mountains? Although it is sunny for a few days, the snow in the mountains can be hard to find. It hasn't melted yet, so don't go in, and be careful to fall."

   Mrs. Hu is a charitable old man. He is the clan elder in the Hu family and has a high prestige in the village.

   Mrs. Hu stroked his beard, shook his head and said, "I think this day, I'm afraid it won't be sunny for two days, and the snow will still fall."

  It turned out that Mrs. Hu brought along two offspring to deliver food from house to house.

   Mrs. Hu was a teacher in a private school when he was young. Later, he returned to the village and saved a little money. It was not very rich, and the old age was enough.

  Sometimes everyone is really poor and can't open the pot, and there will be thick-skinned people who come to ask for help, and Mrs. Hu will help as appropriate.

"I discussed it with the other side of the pillar, the snow has not melted, and the road to the town is very dangerous. I just got together with a few clan elders and gathered some food, and each family in difficulty will share a little, anyway. Spend these few days. Last year, more than ten people starved to death, I feel distressed..."

  Pillar is the nickname of the village chief.

   Mrs. Hu was actually here to deliver food. He followed, perhaps to encourage everyone.

   Hujia Village has more than 100 households with a population of more than 700 people. Last year, the mountains were also blocked by heavy snow. Five young people who went out to the mountains to find food froze to death, and 12 died of starvation in the village. No one dared to mention it.

   As early as when Mrs. Hu came over, the old Wangtou over there saw it from a distance, and hurriedly followed.

   Mrs. Hu doesn't usually talk to these village daughters-in-law, but just now he was afraid that they might actually fight, so he spoke out.

"Wangzi, you came just in time, bring in the food from your family." Mrs. Hu asked the younger generation to take out a bag of food, and he took out another bag, "Your family picked up a girl, I'm afraid there is not enough food to eat. , this bag is too much for you."

   Not every household has it, it just depends on which one is more lacking.

   Hearing the intention of Mrs. Hu, Old Wang thought of the giant python that was still skinning in the yard, and turned to look at Mrs. Wang.

   Mrs. Wang naturally knew what he meant.

  If the python and the others eat it at home to survive this cold winter and twelfth lunar month, then there is no problem at all.

   But if it is divided, how should it be divided?

   "You are the family, so of course you decide." Madam Wang was a little pissed, she turned around and took away the two bags of grain from Mrs. Hu's side, and then snatched away from San Aunt Hu's arms.

   Aunt Hu is no longer willing: "Hey, hey, donkey Zhang, the old lady has already given you food, it's ours, you give it back to me! I don't want to go hungry!"

   "How can you say that you can borrow it and take it back." Mrs. Wang rolled her eyes, turned her head and left, "It's your blessing to borrow my food!"

   This can make Aunt Hu mad enough, this old woman, a loser can remember her for so long!

   But soon, Aunt Hu lost her temper, because Lao Wangtou invited her and Mrs. Hu outside the gate of Wang's house.

  Everyone was dumbfounded when they saw the giant python that filled the whole yard.

   "Mother Lie—" The half-skinned giant python really hit the line of sight. Aunt Hu couldn't stand the stimulation and fainted.

   Old Wang rubbed his head and hands, and said to Mrs. Hu, who was almost unsteady, "This was killed by our family's Ayu. We only keep 300 kilograms. The rest, how do you divide it?"

   He wanted to stay more, but he had to let the big guy last through this period of time.

   And Mrs. Hu didn't hear the latter sentence at all.

   "Who is Ayu?"

   "Oh, forgot to mention, the doll we picked up was named Ayu."

   Mrs. Hu's eyes widened: "What?"

   Isn't that just a baby girl in his arms? Can you kill such a big snake?

   I'm afraid it's not the reincarnation of the gods!

  The old lady Wang carried three bags of grain, went to the kitchen with a bit of anger, and told about the giant python.

   The expressions of several daughters-in-law were different, but they didn't think there was anything wrong with dividing the python meat.

   Their family is the poorest family in the village, and also the one receiving the most aid in the village.

  The arrogant old lady Wang doesn't often ask for their help, but that doesn't mean they don't need to remember those kindnesses.

   Even half a tael of meat may save a life.

   Everyone looked at the sleeping little doll, and thought in their hearts: After saving people, isn't it also a blessing for the doll?

  Ayu Meimei slept, and when she opened her eyes, she saw Mrs. Wang by the stove, mumbling.

   "Jiang Dahua's bag was earned by Ayu. Don't worry about this. After grinding the rice, cook porridge for her. Poor baby, the family can't even afford a steamed bun..."

   It's just that his face is so stinky, it doesn't seem like he cares about people, but his face is full of reluctance, sadness and resentment.

  The villain got down from Liu's arms, took a few steps on his feet, and grabbed Mrs. Wang's sleeve.

   "Ama..."

   Mrs. Wang bowed her head and saw the doll whose face had not faded from sleepiness, and looked at her very seriously.

   "Grandma, don't be upset."

  The little man stretched out his little hand and hugged Mrs. Wang's leg very hard, and patted it lightly with his little finger.

   "When I grow up." Xiao Ayu stretched out her hand, compared her head, then thought about it carefully, and said, "Give Ama a lot of steamed buns!"

   Four-year-old Ayu's life goal: to grow as tall as Amai, have steamed buns that he can't finish, and add a bowl of egg drop soup that he can't finish!

   (end of this chapter)