sbdcsierra Chapter 1575 A Warm Night for the Zhao Family of Five
Chapter 1575 A Warm Night for the Zhao Family of Five
Chapter 1575 A Warm Night for the Five Members of the Zhao Family
The east house of the Zhao family in Yong'an Village.
Zhao Youcai, who was hit in the vitals, took two deep breaths in succession, then suddenly turned around, lifted the quilt and crawled inside.
Zhao Youcai lay down with his head on the pillow, his face facing the kang cabinet, leaving the back of his head to Zhao Jun, Wang Meilan, Zhao Hong and Zhao Na.
Zhao Youcai was angry, but the four members of his family were used to it and no one tried to comfort him.
"Brother!" Zhao Hong called Zhao Jun excitedly, "Is our family going to buy another camera?"
"Yeah!" Before Zhao Jun could say anything, Wang Meilan responded first, then glanced at her second daughter and said, "This time you can write about it in your composition."
How could a child hear the sarcasm? Zhao Hong's eyes lit up when he heard it, and he nodded repeatedly like a chicken pecking at rice.
The world of children is so pure. Zhao Jun and Wang Meilan were both amused by this girl.
Zhao Jun touched the second sister's chubby little face with his fingers. The little girl had good food, and she was growing taller but not thin, with a chubby little face.
Zhao Hong grinned when her brother slapped her face. The eight-year-old girl was in the process of changing her teeth after the Chinese New Year. Zhao Hong, who was missing a front tooth, had a particularly funny smile.
In Northeast China, this is called "gap-toothed", but no children of Zhao Hong's age dared to call her that.
Seeing her brother being intimate with her sister, little Zhao Na lifted Zhao Jun's other big hand and pulled it to her head, shouting, "Brother, look, there is a big bump on the back of my head."
Zhao Na told Wang Meilan about this and let her touch it. She also told her second sister, eldest sister, and eldest brother-in-law and let them touch it too. Now it was her brother's turn.
Hearing what Zhao Na said, Zhao Youcai, who was farthest away, instantly lifted his head off the pillow.
"Ouch." Zhao Jun touched the back of little Zhao Na's head and said with a smile, "Will my little sister toss and turn from now on?"
What Zhao Na asked Zhao Jun to touch was the external occipital protuberance, commonly known as the occipital bone.
Everyone has this, but some are big and some are small.
The most famous one is Wei Yan in Romance of the Three Kingdoms. Zhuge Liang said that he had a "rebellious bone on the back of his head, and he would definitely rebel in the future", but the Zhao army said that people with a particularly prominent occipital bone have an erratic personality and do things in a repetitive way.
Of course, this statement is not accurate. Zhao Jun said this just to tease the little sister.
But Zhao Na held the back of her head with both hands and asked Zhao Jun: "Brother, what do you mean by tossing and turning? My elder sister said the same thing to me today."
"Hahaha..." Zhao Jun laughed, trying to let it go. If it was just a joke, it would be fine. His little sister was so nice, how could she be the kind of person who would turn back and forth?
But at this moment, Zhao Hong grabbed Zhao Na's shoulder and said, "Little sister, I told you that you are not honest when you sleep."
"Ah?" Zhao Na was puzzled. Zhao Jun and Wang Meilan were also puzzled. Zhao Youcai, who was "autistic" on the side, was also curious.
"Mom always says that about Dad." Zhao Hong said seriously, "She says Dad doesn't sleep well, tosses and turns, and sleeps like a cricket."
“Hahahaha…” Zhao Jun and Wang Meilan laughed loudly, but Zhao Youcai’s face was gloomy.
Zhao Youcai usually has a good sleep quality, but he has been troubled in the past six months. How can a person who is depressed sleep? When he lies down and turns off the lights, his wife and children are all asleep, but he is the only one who can't sleep, which makes him even more upset.
The more upset he was, the harder it was to sleep. Then, if he turned over, it would disturb Wang Meilan, who was a light sleeper, and he would inevitably be blamed.
"Son." At this time, Wang Meilan said to Zhao Jun, "Go and get the quilt. Let's sleep in this room tonight. See if your sister sleeps well or not."
While speaking, Wang Meilan tied her hair up into a knot.
So the pimple-shaped hair is similar to a bun, except that the bun is on the top of the head, while the pimple-shaped hair is on the back of the head.
"Okay, I'll go get it." Zhao Jun thought that he was going to get married soon, and he would have to sleep with his wife in his arms, and it would be difficult for him to sleep with his two sisters. So Zhao Jun got up happily and walked to the west room.
When Zhao Jun entered the room, the father and son were snoring so loudly that the glass was almost shaking. The father and son were also very synchronized, and their lips trembled when they exhaled.
Zhao Jun smiled faintly, picked up the bedding, turned off the lights and left.
Zhao Jun went to the east room. While Wang Meilan was warming the quilt for him, Zhao Jun sat on the edge of the kang and washed his feet.
When Wang Meilan had spread out the quilt for him and Zhao Jun was wiping his feet, he heard Zhao Hong say, "Brother, let me warm the quilt for you!"
After saying that, the little girl crawled out of her own bed and into Zhao Jun's bed.
"Brother, I'll warm you up too!" Zhao Na followed in.
When Zhao Jun saw this scene, his mouth almost stretched to his ears and he couldn't close his mouth because of laughing.
"These three brothers are so nice." Wang Meilan felt extremely relieved as she watched this heartwarming scene.
Maybe being a father is different from being a mother. Zhao Youcai, who didn't look back, felt a little jealous when he heard the laughter.
"Brother!" Zhao Hong patted the pillow with her little hands and called Zhao Jun, "Come quickly, tell us a story and coax us to sleep."
"Ah?" Zhao Jun was stunned when he heard this. When was he telling a story? In his previous life, he had never even coaxed his own son. Isn't this forcing someone?
"Hong." Zhao Jun said with a bitter face: "Brother can't tell stories, why don't you let mom tell you."
"No!" Zhao Hong refused very straightforwardly. The little girl pouted and said, "Mom has told those stories eight hundred times."
As she spoke, Zhao Hong patted Zhao Na beside her and said, "Before Xiao Na, my mother told me those three stories, and she still tells them to me now!"
"Haha..." Zhao Jun laughed when he heard that. Zhao Hong's words reminded him of what happened. When he was little, Wang Meilan also told those three stories over and over again. It seemed that his sister Zhao Chun had also said the same thing as Zhao Hong just now.
But when Zhao Jun tried to recall carefully, he could not remember the contents of the three stories.
The stories I listened to every night when I was a child, now I have no recollection of them at all.
But thinking about his previous life, he lost his mother at the age of 20 and was reborn at the age of 56. The period was 36 years, plus the two years of rebirth, a total of 38 years, so it is normal that his memory is vague.
But Zhao Jun felt incredible at this time. In his mind, he would never forget the stories his mother had told him over and over again since he was a child.
At this moment, Zhao Jun felt a little panicked, but when he saw Wang Meilan smiling under the light, Zhao Jun felt relieved.
"Mom..." Zhao Jun called Wang Meilan. He wanted Wang Meilan to tell him the three stories again.
But before Zhao Jun could make a request, he suddenly heard Zhao Youcai say, "Second daughter, oldest daughter, come on, get on daddy's bed, daddy will tell you a story."
"I'm not going!" Zhao Hong refused without hesitation, and Zhao Na shook her little head like a rattle.
Zhao Youcai always told stories to the children, especially after he drank too much, he would hold the children and tell them stories about himself hunting bears, beating wolves and killing wild boars.
Although in Zhao Youcai's stories, the bears and wild boars killed each time are different, but to the children, there is no difference between wild boars and bears weighing from 200 to 800 kilograms.
Besides, little girls are not like little boys, they don't like to listen to the story.
In the eyes of Zhao Hong and Zhao Na, what Zhao Youcai told was not as good as the story that Wang Meilan told year after year, day after day, which was always the same.
But Zhao Youcai intended to "win favor" today. He said to the two little girls, "Dad won't tell you a hunting story today. I will tell you a story about a little landlord's wife stealing dumplings."
"Huh?" Zhao Jun and Wang Meilan were both stunned. They didn't know why, but as soon as Zhao Youcai said that, the two of them felt that he was holding it in.
Zhao Hong and Zhao Na were simple-minded. They both left Zhao Jun's bed and rushed to Zhao Youcai.
Zhao Youcai lifted the quilt, hugged the two girls together, and then began to talk: "In the past, in the old society, there were landlords, you know?"
"I know!" Zhao Hong said crisply, "All landlords are bad people!"
Zhao Na nodded in agreement. Zhao Youcai smiled and said, "Yes! Yes! Yes!"
Zhao Jun curled his lips, Wang Meilan looked at him unkindly, and then he heard Zhao Youcai say, "Then there was an old landlord named Wang. He had a little landlord wife... What is a little landlord wife? The old landlord's daughter-in-law is called a landlord's wife, and a little landlord wife is the old landlord's daughter."
Zhao Youcai did a good job of asking and answering his own questions, and the fresh story background quickly attracted the attention of the little girls and also attracted Wang Meilan's sharp gaze.
Zhao Youcai continued, "At that time, the poor worked for the landlords, but the crops they harvested were not enough for their own consumption, so they basically had to give all the crops to the landlords, which was called rent.
That year, the New Year was approaching and the old landlord was too busy, so he asked the young landlord's wife to go out and help him collect rent.
That day, the little landlord's wife came to a family. Just before she came, it was snowing heavily outside. Seeing that she couldn't leave, the family invited her to stay for dinner and accommodation.
When the farmhands saw that the boss was coming, they had to prepare some delicious food. But this family was in a difficult situation, and they were exploited by the landlord.
Hearing what Zhao Youcai said, Wang Meilan curled her lips, but said nothing, waiting for Zhao Youcai to continue.
Zhao Youcai said, "But it's almost Chinese New Year, and this family bought three taels of meat at the market, and they're busy making dumplings. What's the filling? Cabbage and meat, three taels of meat, and two large cabbages."
"Ah?" Zhao Hong interrupted and asked, "Then will there be meat and eggs?"
"Where are the meat and eggs? There's no meat to be seen." Zhao Youcai responded, and then continued to tell the story: "When the dumplings were wrapped and everyone was at the table, the little landlady picked up the chopsticks, took a bite of a dumpling, smacked her lips, and then put the chopsticks down again..."
"Does she want soy sauce?" Zhao Na suddenly asked. Her innocent words made Zhao Jun, Zhao Youcai and Wang Meilan laugh.
Zhao Youcai smiled and said, "What kind of soy sauce do you want?"
"Dad, aren't you always like this?" This was said by Zhao Hong. Zhao Youcai usually eats dumplings like this. If he feels it's bland after taking a bite, he'll want soy sauce, and if it's too salty, he'll want vinegar.
“Hahahaha…” Zhao Jun and Wang Meilan were so happy that they couldn’t stand it anymore.
"Tsk!" Zhao Youcai smacked his lips and asked, "Just listen to the story, don't interrupt."
The two little girls quickly shut up, and then they heard Zhao Youcai continue to say, "Then this little landlord's wife started talking."
When he said this, Zhao Youcai's eyes slanted to the side, but when he met Wang Meilan's eyes, Zhao Youcai quickly turned his eyes back and said, "People say that these dumplings are not edible. My family is rich, and our dumplings must be full of meat. Only meat is good. What a crap thing you have, I can't eat it."
As Zhao Youcai spoke, he raised his right arm around his two daughters and waved his right hand outward.
Wang Meilan was about to speak when Zhao Hong asked, "Dad, she doesn't eat dumplings, so what does she eat?"
"I didn't eat anything." Zhao Youcai pouted and said sarcastically, "She is a girl from a rich family, how can she eat this? Then the little landlord's wife left the table and walked into the house with a pout."
"Jueda" is a local term used to describe a person's walking posture, and it has a mocking and derogatory connotation.
"There's nothing we can do if she doesn't want to eat. She just eats it herself." Zhao Youcai continued the story, saying, "When it's night, this little landlady can't sleep."
"What's the matter?" Zhao Na asked. Zhao Youcai said, "She's hungry. How can she not be hungry after eating only one dumpling at night? The little landlord's wife made her hungry. Her stomach was growling. She really had no other choice. She went down to the field quietly and then ran to the outer room."
At this point, Zhao Youcai raised his hand, pointed to the beams above, and said, "This family is afraid of attracting rats, so they put the dumplings in a small helmet, put it in a basket, and then hang it on the beams with a hook."
The hook Zhao Youcai mentioned has two sides, one for hooking the beam and the other for hooking the basket.
"This little landlord's wife went over in the dark." Zhao Youcai told the story and corrected himself, saying, "It wasn't really dark, because the moon was bright outside, and she could see roughly what was going on in the house, and then she stepped on a stool and went up.
When she reached out and took the basket off the ground, she wanted to put it on the stool and then stumble forward, and the lump on her head got caught on the hook, hahaha..."
Zhao Youcai smiled, gestured with his hands, and said exaggeratedly: "This girl was hung there. She wanted to get down, but she couldn't. She kept kicking her legs while hanging there."
Zhao Hong and Zhao Na were infected by Zhao Youcai's exaggerated movements and led by his laughter, and they all giggled.
"What's the matter, Dad? How did she get down?" This was the first time Zhao Hong heard this story. No matter what the story was like, the most important thing was that it was fresh.
"Someone rescued her." Zhao Youcai said with a smile, "She was making a noise in the outer room, and the people in the room heard it and came out, and they rescued her. That guy's face turned red."
Zhao Jun looked at Wang Meilan beside him. Sure enough, her face was red, and the lump on the back of her head was moving.
"They knew she was hungry, so they put a table for her." Zhao Youcai concluded the story, saying, "This little landlady was really hungry, and she made dumplings for her one by one."
"So what happened?" Zhao Na asked. Zhao Youcai said, "I slept overnight and got up early the next day. I was too embarrassed to stay with him."
After hearing what Zhao Youcai said, the two little girls did not understand the hidden meaning of the story. They just thought it was very interesting and had a faint smile on their faces.
"Did you see that, second daughter and eldest daughter?" After telling the story, Zhao Youcai taught his two daughters, "People should not pretend like that."
"Why don't you pretend?" Wang Meilan couldn't help herself any longer and said, "That... small landlord's in-laws are rich. Didn't you hear them say that they only eat meat dumplings?"
After saying this, Wang Meilan paused for a moment, then added: "Beef!"
Zhao Youcai: "..."
"You can't finish it." Wang Meilan poked Zhao Youcai again and again, saying, "Just when I finished one, another one came."
Zhao Youcai: "..."
The story of the landlord's wife stealing dumplings was told to me by my grandmother when I was a child.
When I was writing this paragraph, I thought of my grandfather. When I was a child, he always coaxed me to sleep and told me stories every day. But when I recalled it carefully just now, I couldn't remember the content of the story the old man told me.
I am old...