HLnovel Chapter 877 There's meat to eat!
Chapter 877 There's meat to eat!
Sun Laohai gripped the bowl tightly in his hand and hurried home.
Sun Dahai was waiting behind the gate. When he heard footsteps, he quickly opened the door.
"Father, how did it go? Did you get the meat?"
Sun Laohai stepped inside, his voice trembling with excitement.
"We've switched to meat. It's cold outside, come inside with me!"
Even without him saying it, Sun Dahai could already smell the aroma of meat.
It was pitch black, and we couldn't see anything.
He quickly closed the door tightly and hurried back into the house.
As soon as Sun Laohai entered the room, he excitedly said:
"Wife, quick, go light a torch, there's meat!"
Everyone in the room was overjoyed when they heard there was meat.
Old Hai's wife felt she had regained some strength and went to the stove to light a fire.
Holding the torch, I came to the table and discovered that there was so much meat in the bowl.
Even the grain bags next to them didn't seem to have decreased in number.
She picked up the bag and, seeing that there was indeed food inside, exclaimed in surprise:
"Honey, why did you bring this grain back again?"
Also, why are there so many pieces of meat?!
Sun Laohai quickly told his family about it.
The whole family was filled with gratitude after hearing this.
Sun Erhe even said that he would do anything as long as Uncle Zhuang and the others could use him.
Sun Xiaobao couldn't understand what the adults were babbling about; his eyes were fixed on the meat.
When Sun Laohai noticed this, he was about to bring the bowl to the kang (a heated brick bed) for him to eat, but his wife snatched it away.
"Give this whole bowl to Xiaobao, he'll get indigestion tonight."
Give him one piece of this meat every day from now on.
With all this meat, our little one can grow strong and healthy.
Dahai's wife thought the same way, so she hugged her son, who was stretching out his arms to eat meat, and gently persuaded him.
"Xiao Bao, be good, we'll only eat one piece of meat today."
"We can eat the rest tomorrow, okay?"
Although Sun Xiaobao was very hungry, he nodded sensibly.
Dahai's wife picked a piece of chicken from the bowl and handed it to Sun Xiaobao.
Sun Xiaobao's skinny, chicken-claw-like little hands gripped the piece of chicken tightly.
A piece of chicken that looks small in an adult's hand can take up an entire palm in a child's.
He stuffed the chicken into his mouth, and with his tiny teeth, he took a big bite of meat.
Having suffered from malnutrition for a long time, he ate meat voraciously when he first started eating it.
He swallowed the meat with barely any chewing.
Then, he took a second and a third bite.
The whole family watched him eat meat, secretly swallowing their saliva.
Soon, Sun Xiaobao finished eating the piece of chicken.
But he didn't stop; instead, he kept licking the chicken bone that had no meat left.
They licked until their tongues ached before reluctantly stopping.
He snuggled closer to his mother and muttered softly.
"Mom, the meat smells so good!"
If I eat this piece today, can I eat another one tomorrow morning?
Seeing the child like this, Dahai's wife also looked up at her mother-in-law.
Old Hai's wife patted Xiao Bao's head, her voice full of affection.
"Yes, now Xiaobao is sleeping peacefully."
When I wake up tomorrow, I'll be able to eat delicious chicken again!
Sun Xiaobao, unusually lively, stood up and jumped a few times on the kang (a heated brick bed).
"Great! We get to eat meat!"
The family gradually fell asleep amidst Sun Xiaobao's cheers.
......
After seeing Sun Laohai off, Old Zhuang also scooped up a bowl of chicken and went to Mai Sui's house next door.
At this moment, Mai Sui and her son were also curled up on the kang (a heated brick bed).
At this moment, the mother and daughter were both cold and hungry.
In particular, the aroma of meat wafting from next door made my stomach rumble incessantly.
But Mai Sui is not a two or three-year-old child; she knows the current situation of her family.
Having experienced abuse and beatings from her father, she is more resilient than most children.
At this moment, neither the mother nor the son spoke.
It didn't even make a turning motion.
I was afraid of letting go of the last bit of warmth left in the blanket.
In truth, the mother and daughter have been living like this for quite some time.
There wasn't much coal in the house, so the mother and daughter would take advantage of the lunch break to heat up the kang (a heated brick bed).
Then, in the coldest part of the night, I would get up and light a fire.
As soon as the kang (heated brick bed) gets a little warm, immediately extinguish the firewood.
Compared to the house where Old Man Zhuang was so hot he couldn't even wear a padded jacket, the house of Mai Sui and her mother was like an ice cellar.
Just as the house was completely quiet, there was a knock on the courtyard gate.
Mai Sui and her son were startled, not knowing what had happened.
Ever since Mai Sui's father died, everyone in the village knew that there were only two women in their family.
To avoid suspicion, very few people come over.
Not to mention, they came over at night.
Maisui Niang reached out and touched the wood-chopping knife lying beside her.
Just as I was hesitating, I felt the blanket next to me being pulled up.
She quickly reached out and grabbed the ear of wheat that was trying to get up, and whispered:
"Wheat Ear, don't go out yet, let's listen to the noise again."
As he spoke, he slowly sat up, listening intently to the sounds outside.
Just as the mother and daughter were filled with fear, Old Man Zhuang's voice rang out from outside.
“Wheat Ear, it’s me. I’ve come to bring you some meat.”
Old Zhuang was worried that the two had fallen asleep, so he called them again.
Having heard no movement from inside the house for a while, they assumed the two were fast asleep.
Just as he was about to go back, he heard footsteps coming from the courtyard.
Soon, a small head popped up on the wall; it was Maisui.
"Grandpa Zhuang, what brings you here?"
Hearing the sound of wheat ears, Old Man Zhuang raised the large bowl in his hand.
"We stewed some meat for dinner and thought we'd share some with you."
I'll leave this bowl of meat by the door; you can take it inside and eat it later.
Mai Sui was a little conflicted because she hadn't expected him to bring meat.
Seeing that the man was about to leave, they quickly called him back.
"Grandpa Zhuang, we can't take this meat, we don't have any at home..."
Old Zhuang raised his hand to stop him.
"Wheat Ear, this meat is a gift from us to your family."
We don't do that kind of swapping stuff, so you two can eat without worry.
Take the meat back while it's still hot.
By the way, it's cold at night, so don't go out and cause any trouble after you finish eating.
I'll bring the bowls again when I have time tomorrow.
Before he finished speaking, he jogged home.
As the people walked away, Maisui slowly descended the ladder.
"Mother, should we keep this meat?"
Maisui Niang simply opened the door and brought in the meat.
After closing the door, he pulled Maisui into the house.
"Wheat Ear, you're a big kid now."
Your mother has never hidden anything about the family situation from you.
Even if we continue to eat like this, our food supply won't last until spring.
In this freezing weather, if we really run out of food, my daughter and I won't survive for more than a few days.
Your mother is getting old, but you are still young. You must live on.
The things your mother taught you before, like not taking advantage of others, are not applicable to your current situation.
Your grandfather and the others are all good people. If you have the chance, you should repay them.
But now, you have to survive first.
The mother and daughter talked as they slowly went into the house.
Maisui's mother only handed Maisui a piece of chicken, and put the rest of the meat upside down in the pot.
These days, most rats probably starved or froze to death.
But just in case, it's safer to put it in the pot.
After finishing all these tasks, Wheat Ear Mother was panting heavily.
She slowly moved onto the kang (a heated brick bed) and shrank back into the quilt, which had long since lost its warmth.
The mother and daughter, smelling the aroma of chicken filling the room, gradually fell asleep.