Money Losing Goods

After it is formed, they were polished for the second time. The dagger was used to trim all the rough places. A handful of dry grass was picked up and rubbed on the spoon continuously. Then, a wooden spoon slightly larger than the ordinary spoon was successfully made. Gulan looked at the finished product in her hand and was very satisfied. It would be much more convenient to eat with it. Then she continued to make it. With the success of the first one, the next one was easier to make and faster.

When the broth was cooked, Gulan also successfully carved out five spoons, four small ones and one large one. She carefully rubbed it with dry grass again and again, and it was polished very smoothly.

The spoons were available, but the bowls for eating were still missing. It was easy to dig out the spoons, but it took a lot of effort to dig out a bowl. She could only do it slowly when had time. It might be too late today. When Gulan handed the spoons in her hand to her son, the little guy was very surprised.

It was not that he did not notice that his mother was carving wooden sticks, but his mind was on the broth, so he did not pay much attention. He did not expect that his mother would actually make spoons in such a short time.

"Dad," AnAn raised the spoon happily, his eyes full of admiration for his mother.

Gulan enjoyed her son's gaze and smiled at him gently, then served the broth that the two little guys had been salivating for a long time, took out three vegetable cakes and soaked them in, dripped two drops of sesame oil, and the delicious breakfast was ready.

AnAn and Goudan couldn't wait to stare at the pottery pot, and the two little guys were also starving, holding the spoons in their hands and waiting.

The freshly cooked food was still very hot, Gulan took out the clam shells that she had collected before and used them as bowls. The clam shells were not heat-insulating, so Gulan didn't dare to put more food in them. She would continue after they finished eating. The two children started eating without raising their heads.

Dahei also had a full bowl, but it was too hot so Gulan didn't let this guy eat it right away. Gulan ate with a big spoon, and there were only two clam shells, so the bowl issue really had to be put on the agenda, it was really inconvenient without a bowl. Goudan felt that this was the most delicious meal he had ever eaten, the meat was very fragrant and tender, and it was so fragrant that he wanted to swallow his tongue with it.

Gulan's meal successfully made many naughty children cry. After all, not all children are so sensible. Fortunately, the family members can still tell the difference and did not shamelessly come here for the children. Some people can tell the difference and some people can't, but they are not from Lijia Village. Gulan's bravery can be said to have completely conquered the people of Lijia Village. Especially the young people, they admire Gulan very much. Even if the family members have such intentions for the naughty children, they will be stopped by them.

At this moment, a child was rolling on the ground crying for meat, with tears and snot all over his face, and he looked very dirty. There were two adults around the child, and they couldn't coax the child with wild vegetable cakes.

"Dad, what can we do? Baodan won't eat." The pale and thin woman looked at the man beside her anxiously, without any eyes on the two girls who were shrinking to the side and were almost left with bones. The girls looked at the wild vegetable cakes in the woman's hand eagerly.

The man was obviously very anxious. This was his lifeblood, his precious child. He had no choice but to coax the child in a gentle voice.

"My dear, it's too late now. Dad will make you meat when we rest in the evening." The man pointed to a piece of meat in the basket.

"No, I want to eat meat, I want to drink the broth, and I want it now." The crying child did not forget to point his finger in the direction where the broth was coming from, and did not stop throwing a tantrum.

"Baodan, be obedient, Dad will definitely make you meat." The man certainly understood what his son said, but that was Lijia Village, and the people in Lijia Village were very powerful, so he didn't dare to ask for it.

"No, I want it now." The boy was obviously used to being domineering at home. He cried and seemed to see that his parents didn't dare to go. He turned his eyes and pointed at the two girls next to him, "You let those two money-losing girls go and ask for it." He said two money-losing girls right away, which showed his upbringing.

"Why don't husband let Da Ya and Er Ya go? They are children. Maybe they will feel sorry for them and give them the money."

"Will it work?" The man expressed his doubt. Nowadays, food is as precious as life to everyone.

"It has to be done even if it's not possible. Don't you feel bad that Baodan doesn't eat?"

"Okay, let them try."

"Da Ya and Er Ya, you heard what your parents said, no matter if you pretend to be pitiful or something, if you don't get food, don't even think about eating." The woman handed them the bowls, her eyes full of disgust. If it weren't for these two money-losing goods, would the mother-in-law dislike her so much? Fortunately, this old woman died of an illness.

The older girl took the bowl resignedly, looked at her mother numbly, and led her sister to the gathering place of Lijia Village. She didn't understand what she and her sister did wrong? Is it because they are girls, money-losing goods, and worthless that they are treated so badly? But there are girls in the village. Although most of them are not as good as boys in the family, they are not like their sisters who are beaten and scolded at will. Not giving them food is a common thing. Sometimes they are even worse than animals. At least animals can eat every day.

Sometimes she really wants to shout out and ask if there are parents like them? But they couldn't and didn't dare, otherwise they would be beaten again. If it weren't for the village chief who felt sorry for them and occasionally gave them some food, they would have died on the road to escape famine.

Daya looked at her sister and wanted to take her sister away from their heartless parents, but where could they go?

Everyone in Xishan Village heard what Daya's mother said, and looked at Daya's mother with contempt. It was rare for a mother to do what she did. But they couldn't meddle in other people's business. Except for the village chief, anyone who meddled in other people's business would be blamed. If anyone felt sorry for them, it would be easy. One bucket of grain for two children, whoever wanted it could take it. Daya's mother said this more than once, and she was not afraid of chilling the hearts of the two children.

"Daya," Village Chief Zhao called the two little sisters, "Your mother is making things difficult for you two sisters again."

Daya hesitated and nodded according to her original intention, and timidly called "Village Chief Grandpa."

This was the only person who had shown them kindness in these days, and Daya was grateful in her heart.

Poor children, Village Chief Zhao wanted them not to go, but the result was expected. However, thinking that the two children would be beaten up after he meddled in other people's business, Village Chief Zhao didn't say anything. Daya's mother agreed on the surface, but she was still the same, and even worse.

Facing the strange looks of some people, Daya and her sister slowly approached the place where the fragrance came from. Soon, the people who passed through Zhaojia Village came to the rest gathering place of Lijia Village.

The arrival of the two skinny children like skeletons also attracted the attention of the villagers of Lijia Village. They didn't hear the woman's words, so they didn't know what the two children were doing here. After taking a look, they didn't care too much. It wasn't until they stopped under the tree where the Gulan rested and saw the bowls in their hands that everyone understood what the two children were for.

The two children were so obvious that Aunt Li and the others naturally saw it. They hurried to Gulan with their daughters-in-law, mainly because they were worried that Gulan was a man and couldn't handle two children. Once you soften your heart, then someone will follow suit in the future. Such things are not uncommon on the road of fleeing famine. If they are really orphans, they are pitiful, but more often the parents are still alive and just taking advantage of the children.