Li Muwu didn't notice the difference in Zhang Chunhua's face, and greeted warmly: "Brother and sister, take the children to sit on the ox cart. Our family is far away, and you can't walk that far."

Zhang Chunhua glanced at the dirt on the ox cart with disgust, and squeezed out a smile: "No need, I'll just walk." Four-year-old Li Mingxin glanced at the tattered ox cart curiously, and pulled Zhang Chunhua. He held his hand and whispered, "Mom, I want to take a car."

Squeezing his son's hand, Zhang Chunhua raised his head and glanced at Li Mulin quickly, then lowered his head to look at his son, and whispered, "Let's walk warmly."

Li Muwu was a little unclear, so looking at the mother and son, Li Mulin quickly smothered the scene with a smile: "After riding the train for several days, my legs are stiff, it's better to walk."

"That's fine!" Li Muwu grinned and said bluntly: "If you know that my younger brother and sister can travel far, I won't ask Lao Lin to borrow an ox cart, and let him run with us in vain."

Lao Lin, who was driving the ox cart, turned his head and smiled honestly: "It's okay, I'm not an outsider, so what's so polite! Besides, I'm not here for nothing, so I won't help you with your luggage!"

Li Mulin hurriedly laughed: "Trouble Old Lin, brother." He took out a pack of cigarettes from his arms and handed one to Lao Lin.

Excited, Lao Lin quickly took off his gloves, wiped the sweat off his hands a few times on his clothes, and then raised his hand to take it. He put the cigarette under the tip of his nose and smelled it, then took off his hat and clipped the cigarette to his ear, showing an embarrassed smile: "I have never smoked such a good cigarette."

Li Mulin smiled and looked around again. After ten years away from home, he returned to his hometown again. Looking at a town that was both familiar and somewhat unfamiliar, Li Mulin couldn't help but think of what happened when he was at home.

Li Mulin didn't have any impression of the eldest brother, since he was sensible, he knew that the eldest brother went with the army to fight the Japanese devils. The second brother, Li Muwu, was a little honest, but he looked like an older brother, and he was very protective of his younger brother. Every time the family ate something good for the New Year, Li Muwu only tasted a little bit, and left the rest to the two younger brothers. Li Musen and Li Mulin are only two years apart in age. The two slept in the same bed when they were young, and they were no different from their twins. The two went up the mountain to pick up firewood and fished together in the river, and they were inseparable all day long.

When Li Mulin left home, Li Musen, who was already in his twenties, burst into tears.

Turning his head to look at his second brother who clearly saw the old second brother and his third brother who was estranged from him, and thinking of the white-haired old lady at home, Li Mulin was a little annoyed and regretful, why should he take time to go home after all these years.

The group had just walked for about 20 minutes, and Li Mingxin couldn't walk a little. He looked at Zhang Chunhua aggrievedly, and tears rolled down his lips: "Mom, I don't want to leave, I'm tired."

Zhang Chunhua glanced at his younger son and felt distressed when he saw his tired face. Then he looked at his eldest son Mingshu, who was looking eagerly at the bullock cart in front of him.

Zhang Chunhua bit his lip in annoyance and looked at Li Mulin unwillingly, but Li Mulin just lowered his head and walked forward without looking back at the three of them.

"Wait a minute." Seeing his younger son's listless and pale face, Zhang Chunhua didn't dare to play any more careful thoughts, so he could only bite the bullet and scream.

However, the four gentlemen in front were chatting and no one heard Zhang Chunhua's voice calling people, and still walked forward with big steps, talking and laughing. Seeing that no one cared about him, Zhang Chunhua's arrogance was extinguished by three points, and he could only raise his voice and shout again: "Mu Lin, Mingxin can't walk anymore."

Li Mulin stopped and looked back. The two sons were so tired that they squatted on the ground and couldn't get up. He hurriedly went over to pick up Mingxin and glanced at Zhang Chunhua complainingly: "You don't want to let your son ride an ox cart, if you are tired and have a fever Let me see how you fix it, seeing a doctor here is not as convenient as in Bingcheng."

Zhang Chunhua was terrified when he heard this, and said quickly, "Sit and sit, I'll take my son in the car, we won't leave." Li Mulin didn't say anything, but silently carried his two sons into the ox cart, and then helped Zhang Chunhua up. . There were three small wooden benches on the ox cart. Zhang Chunhua hugged his youngest son, took out a ragged cotton jacket from his bag and put it on the post, and moved the two large bags to his legs to keep out the wind.

The ox cart slowly drove forward. Zhang Chunhua sat on it and rubbed his calf. He felt very regretful. If he knew that he would have to sit on this crap sooner or later, what would he do? If he was tired, he would be hypocritical for a while.

"Mother, we're back!" The carriage walked slowly for about an hour and finally arrived at the door of the house. Li Muwu shouted at the top of his voice as he took the bag.

"Are you back?" The wooden door was pushed open, the heavy curtain was lifted, and Old Lady Li's hands trembled with excitement while leaning on a cane.

Li Mulin, who had just carried his son down, turned around and saw the old lady who was bent over and leaning on a cane. Tears came down immediately, and she put her son aside and ran inside: "Mother!"

"You still know how to come back?" Madam Li, with red eyes, raised her crutches and hit Li Mulin a few times: "You forgetful thing, do you still have this old lady in your heart?"

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" Li Mulin suddenly felt very comfortable after a few hits: "I dream of my mother hitting me with a cane a few times."

"It's a shitty thing." Mrs. Li's mouth was almost grinning to the back of her ears.

While rubbing his shoulders, Li Mulin turned around and beckoned to his son: "Mingshu, Mingxin, come and call grandma."

Standing not far away, Ming Shu and Ming Xin looked at Madam Li's crutches in horror, and looked at their father's bright smile after being beaten up. After the two boys were silent for a while, the faces of one big and one small were white and tender. Quickly put on a cute smile: "Hello grandma!"

"Oh my grandson, come in quickly!" Looking at her grandson who was in pain, Mrs. Li didn't want the stick, she threw it aside, grabbed one in one hand, and walked in: "Are you tired on the road? Are you hungry? hungry?"

Mingxin looked down and grabbed his dry and thin hand, with a smile that was even uglier than crying: "Hungry!"

"Osmanthus, hurry up and cook a big bowl of noodles, beat two eggs, put a few drops of sesame oil, and give it to Ming Shu and Ming Xin." After the old lady Li gave her instructions, she glanced at her son and the first time she saw her. Daughter-in-law: "You two haven't eaten, have you? There are ready-made pancakes and gooey corn. Let's eat a bowl first and then talk."

In his mind, he simulated countless scenes of face-to-face with his mother-in-law, but Zhang Chunhua really did not expect that her mother-in-law would send herself away with a bowl of corn mush.

Everything is ready-made, and it has been kept warm in the pot. Osmanthus propped up the table, placed a basket of wotou, and put a few bowls of goo, a dish of pickles, and a pot of vermicelli stewed with sauerkraut.

After staying on the fire for a few days, the Li Mulin family made do with dry biscuits and hot water. Now sitting at the table and smelling the aroma of the steaming food, Zhang Chunhua had to temporarily stop thinking about it. bit down.

Osmanthus boiled the noodles swiftly, with a spoonful of pheasant soup stewed by Wang Sufen, and a few pieces of chicken. Ming Shu and Ming Xin stood by the kitchen and stared at each other with their eyes straight and gulping.

"That's a pheasant. It's nothing to chew on. It's for your second aunt to make up for your body. Another day, let your brothers take you to the mountains. If you encounter a silly roe deer and drag it back, that stew will be delicious."

Mingxin swallowed his saliva. He looked back at Zhang Chunhua, who was eating a meal and a dish, and couldn't help asking, "Mom, didn't you say that the milk family is poor? I see that the milk family eats much better than our family! "

Zhang Chunhua was taken down by his own son, choking his throat, and suddenly let out an earth-shattering cough.