Clay Figurine

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  "Buy land now?"

  Wu was a little worried: "What if your father comes to make trouble?"

  Buying land and building a house right after the division of the family, the parents-in-law must think that Sanshun has made a fortune, and it would be strange if they don't come to ask for pension money.

  Song Sanshun shook his head: "Wait until I sell this old house."

  It doesn't matter even if it can't be sold. Before his family moves out, they must demolish the old house.

  After a while, the wild vegetable soup and pancakes in the pot are ready.

  Before the pot is opened, Chang'an smelled a fresh fragrance.

  She sniffed her little nose and guessed that it was the chicken bone soup that her aunt cooked yesterday.

  Wu poured out the vegetable soup and put it on the table, then turned around to shovel the pot stickers and pancakes.

  The fragrance became stronger and overflowed the entire kitchen.

  Chang'an got off her uncle's lap and ran to the table to watch. Huh? Why is there still meat?

  Wu poured a bowl of meat soup for Chang'an, which contained several pieces of chicken, and a small chicken liver was also placed in her bowl.

  "Eat it. This is the pheasant from yesterday. This morning I saw it was too weak to keep alive, so I killed it."

  Mrs. Wu said as she served her husband a bowl, and then served herself a bowl of wild vegetable soup.

  The family of three sat at the small table drinking chicken soup and eating pancakes. Chang'an saw that there was no meat in his aunt's bowl, so he gave her his: "Aunt, eat some meat."

  Mrs. Wu wanted to take the meat back, and said lovingly: "Chang'an should eat more meat so that you can grow taller in the future. Aunt is already an adult, and eating meat won't make you grow taller."

  Chang'an shook his head quickly and covered his bowl with his little hand: "Chang'an has a lot of meat, give it to aunt."

  Song Sanshun sighed and said to his wife: "Eat it if your niece gives it to you. I'll go buy a silver carp when the market comes, and we'll eat fish balls."

  Silver carp is very cheap. You can buy a several-pound one for a dozen coins. Eating it is much more cost-effective than pork, mutton, and chicken.

  "Fish?" Chang'an suddenly thought of the little goldfish in his dream, and felt a little guilty.

  Will the little goldfish be angry if she eats fish balls?

  Otherwise, she should just eat one less.

  Changan ate several pieces of chicken, and secretly gave a piece to Huahua who was squatting at her feet, and then finished the soup.

  The meat is so delicious, it would be great if I could eat it every day.

  Changan thought about it and went out to play with Goudan.

  Wu brought a bowl of chicken soup and went with her to Goudan's house next door.

  After all, Goudan and Changan caught this pheasant together, so they ate half of it and left the other half to Goudan's family.

  "Oh, why did you bring so much?" Mrs. Qian was a little embarrassed, but seeing her son's expression with drooling mouth, she still took it.

  She put the chicken soup on the table and asked Wu: "Have you eaten yet? Why don't you sit down and eat something? Lao Liu went to the ditch to find some snails, and I made a bowl of soup with basil."

  "I have eaten." Wu asked with a smile: "The temple fair in Tieniu Town will be held in a few days. Do you want to go with us?"

  "Yes! Of course!"

  Qian clapped her hands: "I have made more than 20 strings of Buddhist beads. I was just about to tell you about this."

  "Okay, then, we have a deal. We will set off early on the first day of the new year." Tieniu Town is more than 20 miles away from here. It takes a long time to walk, and she has to take Chang'an with her. If she doesn't leave early, she may miss the temple fair.

  "Yes." Qian nodded in agreement.

  Wu: "Then I'll go back. You guys have dinner."

  She took Chang'an out of Qian's house and saw her sister-in-law Song Yufeng searching for something in her yard with a stick.

  Wu frowned, hurried back home, and asked, "What are you doing?"

  Song Yufeng said angrily, "Looking for that dead cat! I must beat it to death today!" Chang'an was

  furious when he heard it, and ran over to stop her, "No, you are not allowed to hit Huahua!"

  "Little bastard! Do you have the right to talk?" Song Yufeng raised her eyebrows and was about to kick Chang'an, but suddenly a big hand grabbed her collar.

  "Get out of my house!" Song Sanshun grabbed his stepsister's collar and threw her out of the yard, saying coldly, "If I see you enter my yard without permission again, I will break your legs!"     Song Yufeng had never seen such a harsh and stern third brother. She was stunned and felt inexplicably afraid.

  Then a wave of shame and anger surged in her heart. She burst into tears and ran to her home.

  Wu had already rushed over to pick up Chang'an, feeling a little guilty.

  She didn't check it and let Chang'an run away. What if Song Yufeng kicked him?

  "Next time you see people from the new house, stay away from them. Don't get close to them." Those people were like beasts. They didn't care whether Chang'an was a three-year-old child.

  Chang'an nodded.

  She was not afraid of them at all.

  Because Xiaoyuyu said that it would protect her well. Song

  Sanshun stood in the yard and pondered for a long time, then walked out of the door.

  He had to sell this old house, and it would be best to do it quietly.

  But who should he sell it to? Such a shabby house, even if there is a big opening in front and behind the house, it is not easy to sell, right?

  He turned around and walked straight to the clan leader's uncle's house.

  He first told the clan leader about it, and asked him to help him see who wanted to buy the house.

  Changan saw that his uncle had left, his aunt was busy peeling soapberries, and Goudan was eating, so he would not come out for a while. He had no one to play with, so he had to go find Huahua.

  Huahua was squatting next to the mouse hole in the corner of the house, and was unwilling to go out with the little master.

  Changan had no choice but to play with mud in the yard.

  She scooped a little water into the mud, mixed it with Ba and Ba, and then learned to make steamed buns like her aunt.

  But she only knew how to make flowery steamed buns, not other patterns.

  However, she wanted to make a cat now, a big cat like Huahua.

  When Goudan came over after dinner, he saw the little doll squatting on the ground, with two lifelike clay cats at his feet.

  Although there were no eyes, nose or mouth, the body shape and ears and tail could still make people recognize it as a little clay cat at a glance.

  "I can do it too." Goudan was competitive and squatted on the ground to make clay dolls with Changan.

  However, no matter how he pinched, he could not pinch out the charm of cats.

  After several failures, Goudan turned to making houses.

  He patted the soft mud into rectangular blocks, and then pieced them together one by one, and also pieced the roof together. When it was finished, it really looked like the real thing.

  Goudan was proud, and continued to make a table and a bed, and placed them in the mud house.

  Chang'an stared at Goudan's masterpiece with wide eyes, and asked: "Who is it for?"

  "I will live here when I grow up." Goudan said, and he also made a few small clay figures that didn't look like humans to introduce to Chang'an: "This is me, this is my wife, and this is my child."

  Chang'an's eyelids twitched, and he quickly looked away.

  Then she lowered her head and made a few small clay figures.

  After a while, she handed the three clay figures to Goudan: "Here."

  Goudan was stunned for a moment.

  The little figures made by Chang'an were too similar, a male clay figure, a female clay figure, and a clay doll.

  The hairstyle on the little figure's head was the same as his parents, and the clay doll looked like his sister no matter how he looked at it.

  Looking at what he made, hey, there is no harm without comparison.

  Goudan's young heart was suddenly hit hard.

  At this time, Qian came over and saw the two children squatting on the ground making clay dolls. She was surprised: "Oh, who made this clay doll?"

  Goudan pointed at Changan dejectedly: "Her!"

  "Oh, it's so similar." Qian picked up the clay doll and looked at it from left to right, and called Wu to come over and take a look. "Come and take a look, Changan's hands are really skillful, look at this clay doll, wow."

  (End of this chapter)