Strange shape

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  Song Jizu felt half of his body numb. He coughed, looked back, and whispered, "I'll go in the evening."

  After lying at home for a few days, his anus was finally healed. Song Jizu felt that his whole body was stiff. He was about to go out to stretch his muscles, but he didn't expect to meet Widow Cui.

  Widow Cui was in her thirties. She was not very pretty, but her skin was very white, like tender tofu, and it felt soft and smooth.

  Song Jizu had had sex with her twice, but she asked for a lot of money each time, which made him very impatient, so he gave up.

  Now looking at it again, it was a different flavor, and Song Jizu couldn't help itching.

  Widow Cui threw him a coquettish look and twisted her body to walk back.

  Song Jizu wanted to follow, but he had to give up because he thought he would have to eat at home soon.

  When he walked to the old house, he saw Wu and her child Chang'an bargaining with the peddler.

  "There are twelve strings in total, but I only give you two cents. This is too little." Wu frowned and said, "Can't you give me more?" The peddler

  shook his head and said, "Not much. This thing is not rare. I give you two cents, which is already very high. When I sell it later, I have to put some colored threads on it. Oh, my lady, business is difficult. Please don't make it difficult for me."

  Wu sighed, "Two cents is two cents."

  She and Chang'an worked hard for two days, but they only earned two cents.

  The peddler put away the twelve strings of grass beads and took out two copper coins and gave them to Wu.

  Wu just took the copper coins and was about to pick a ribbon for Chang'an. She looked up and saw Song Jizu standing not far away. She was startled and immediately pulled Chang'an back to the house.

  Her husband was not at home today. He went to buy grain and seeds. Only Chang'an and herself were left at home.

  She couldn't have anything to do with that bastard. She felt sick just by looking at him.

  Wu immediately locked the door and kneaded flour and steamed buns with Chang'an at home.

  She hadn't been to her stepmother-in-law's house these days, so she felt much better and had some free time to think about other things.

  For example, how to make money.

  Although grass beads are easy to get, they are not valuable. Even if you take them to the temple fair, you can't sell them for a few coins, so she exchanged all twelve strings to the peddler.

  However, there are several sycamore trees in the woods outside the village. I wonder if the fruits on them have been picked?

  If there are any left, she might as well pick the fruits and make beads with the sycamore kernels, which will definitely be much more valuable than grass beads.

  Thinking of this, Wu's mouth curled up slightly.

  Chang'an looked up and saw that his aunt was laughing, so he laughed too, poking the dough with his little hand: "Momo, Chang, Chang'an will make it!"

  Wu nodded: "Okay, when Chang'an learns to knead the dough, it will be easier for aunt in the future."

  Chang'an smiled and hurried to wash his hands.

  Today she is going to make the most beautiful flower steamed bun.

  Wu kneaded the dough and put it on the kang to wake up for a quarter of an hour. Then she sprinkled flour on a clean table, pinched the dough into small pieces, and kneaded them into round, fat buns.

  Chang'an wanted to make a flower roll, so he rolled the dough into long strips and coiled it up in circles, then nodded with satisfaction.

  Wu looked up and felt like she was going blind.

  Is that a pile of shit?

  But seeing her little niece's excited look, she reluctantly put these strange buns into the steamer.

  Well, as long as her niece is happy.

  Chang'an made five flower buns in one breath, and then he was satisfied.

  Then he hugged Huahua and said, "Huahua, make, make buns, you, you eat too."

  Huahua meowed, snoring in her throat sounded, and her furry head rubbed against the little baby.

  After a while, the buns were steamed.

  Chang'an couldn't wait to get them out of the pot.

  Wu opened the steamer and fanned away the heat. She saw the steamed buns made by Changan. They were so lifelike.

  The dough was brown and yellow, and with the shape, Wu didn't have the courage to take a second look.

  This child's craftsmanship was so lifelike.

  Changan stretched his head to find the steamed buns he made, and then shouted happily: "Eat, eat steamed buns."     Wu took out the steamed buns from the steamer one by one and put them into the straw basket.

  She also specially placed five uniquely shaped ones on top.

  Changan took a steamed bun, ran to Huahua happily, and tore off a piece and handed it to it: "Hurry, eat it."

  Huahua widened her eyes and looked at the steamed bun in the little master's hand with horror. In an instant, she jumped back a long way and ran out of the house.

  Changan: "

  If you don't want to eat it, forget it!"

  The little kid put the steamed bun in her hand into her mouth and nodded with satisfaction.

  The steamed bun she made was so delicious that she would make it every day in the future.

  However, there were only three leaves left in the seedling in her palm, and she didn't know if it would grow again in the future.

  The next morning, just after the sun rose, Changan took a steamed bun she made and went to Aunt Qian's house to see Brother Goudan.

  At this time, Goudan was able to get off the kang and was sitting at the door to bask in the sun.

  "Here." Chang'an took out the steamed bun and gave it to Goudan: "You, you eat it."

  Goudan stared at the steamed bun in the little kid's hand for a long time before asking: "What is this?" "

  Steamed bun!" Chang'an said proudly: "I, I made it!"

  Goudan took the steamed bun, put it under his nose and smelled it, then took a bite.

  Chang'an stared at him and asked: "Is it delicious?"

  Goudan nodded: "It's delicious." Chang'an

  smiled and said mysteriously: "There are, there are small beads inside."

  Goudan choked and swallowed the steamed bun in his mouth with difficulty. He lowered his head to look at the rest and confirmed that it was only made of wheat flour, then he was relieved.

  Qiao'er came over and handed Chang'an a boiled egg: "My mother gave it to you, eat it quickly."

  Chang'an was not polite. He took the egg and knocked it against the wall a few times, peeled off the eggshell bit by bit, and then divided the egg into three.

  He ate half of the yolk, gave half to Goudan, and left the egg white for sister Qiao'er.

  After the three children finished eating the eggs, Goudan also ate the strange steamed buns given by Changan, and felt that he was in much better spirits than before.

  Changan watched Sister Qiaoer play for a while picking apricot kernels before going home.

  "Changan, would you like to go with Uncle San and Aunt San to pick wood berries?" Wu took out the earmuffs and put them on Changan.

  "Okay, okay!" Changan nodded repeatedly.

  She liked going into the mountains the most, there were many beautiful flowers there, and she could also find bird eggs.

  Wu brought a backpack, carried Changan in, and wrapped her in a small blanket.

  She and her husband planned to go to pick wood berries, which would take a whole day, so she had to take her little niece with her.

  After carrying the backpack, Wu talked to her husband as they walked: "Sanshun, our family only has two acres of land, why did we hire two cows?"

  At present, there are only two households in the village that have old cows. If the villagers want to plow the land, they must ask those two households for help. If

  you invite someone from the same village, you don't have to pay, but morning and afternoon tea must be delivered to the field on time.

  That was not a casual meal. Four or five eggs were a must for one meal, and more than ten for two meals.

  Sanshun was silent for a moment, and said, "Dad asked me to plow their fields as well."

  Wu knew this would happen.

  Although she did not have to go to the new house to serve that family these days, her husband was often called by her father-in-law to fetch water and chop firewood.

  Sometimes her father-in-law even suggested that he go over to do the laundry, but her husband refused.

  Unexpectedly, even the plowing of the fields on his side had to be done by her husband.

  Is this still a division of the family?

  In fact, her husband is the free long-term worker of Song Jizu's family, right?

  (End of this chapter)