Chapter 13: Sore

As soon as An Xiaojiu looked at the main house, he heard Rong Anxing's elated voice.
"Sister Xiaojiu, come and see. I'll get you something."
An Xiaojiu and An Xiaoqi both went out after hearing the words.
I saw Uncle Rong, a middle-aged man, and Rong An, each holding a lot of things.
There are a lot of firewood, a few live pheasants, dead hares, and some meat that An Xiaojiu doesn't recognize. This is what men bring.
Uncle Rong was holding a small bag of grain, two wooden barrels large and one small, two tubs, and several utensils made of bamboo.
And Rong An was holding a tub in his arms. There were several tubs, wooden bowls, wooden chopsticks and the like ...
"Don't refuse either," Rong Lao said before An Xiaojiu and An Xiaoqi, "I, the old man, made a lot of wooden things and this penny thing when I was idle. Anyway, most of our family is It's okay to give you something, it's not bought for money. "
"But these food and game ..." An Xiaojiu subconsciously pointed at these things that need to spend money.
It is said that there is no way to help others. Although An Xiaojiu feels very good about Uncle Rong's family, he has not accepted them reasonably.
In the end it is not pro-fiction.
"I got these game products from hunting up the mountain, and my family was full of meat. Since you don't want to get these things in vain, then you help us cook." Yes, but what was said was considered, making An Xiaojiu and An Xiaoqi more acceptable.
An Xiaoqi was a little uneasy. He took a step forward, his eyes flashed with uncertainty. "But this is still a big advantage for us ..."
"It ’s not an advantage. Uncle and I do n’t know how to cook. An An is still young and needs nutrition. It ’s not always a matter of eating game. So let ’s move our food and stove to you. We provide food. How about you three meals a day? "
After thinking about it, Rong Jing added, "This is considered desirable."
"Cooking a meal again ..."
"Let ’s get out of the game and seasonings. How about we buy the grain?" An Xiaojiu thought about it and thought it was a good compromise.
After all, they really do n’t have much food to eat.
Just now Rong Jing said that they would not cook, and that it would make sense to do so for the sake of security.
It ’s just that if everything comes out, it ’s too cheap. Once it becomes a habit to take advantage, it's not easy to change.
An independent portal that An Xiaojiu wants is not such an independent portal.
"That's good." Uncle Rong gave a final word and ordered Rong Jing, "Go and bring in the rest of the food, the pot and the cooking stuff. I can see if the stovetop here is still useless."
After that, the two men were busy.
Rong An shouted in surprise, pulling An Xiaojiu's hand in circles, "Sister Xiaojiu, you can always accompany me to play, right?"
In the eyes of young children, they will have a long-term playmate in the future, which is naturally overjoyed.
His focus is also on the play, as for other things, he did not care.
An Xiaoqi pulled An Xiaojiu aside and whispered, "Xiao Jiu, wouldn't it be good to do this? We're too cheap."
For An Xiaoqi, that would rather be at a loss than take advantage of others.
Especially good people.
auzw.com "Sister, Mr. Rong is a good man. Every time I come here after being wronged, Mr. Rong will give me a piece of sugar every time."
The sweet taste is not only for the sense of taste, but also for the warmth of the soul.
In the thirteen years of the former owner's extraordinarily humiliating past, not many people have given her warmth in this small village. This old man is one of them.
Therefore, for An Xiaojiu, Mr. Rong can be trusted.
"That's why we can't take advantage."
"Sister, now we are in a difficult situation, more or less we have taken advantage of it. Then we will come back later. The two men must be very careless to take care of An An. Just come back. "
In fact, An Xiaojiu understands An Xiaoqi's concerns.
Human debt is harder to pay.
The independent portal of the two sisters not only owed huge debts but also many human debts, and it is no wonder that An Qiqi was worried.
"Ok."
That's it, An Xiaoqi doesn't want to continue entanglement.
As Xiaojiu said, to An An well, it can be regarded as a return to Mr. Rong's assistance today.
Uncle Rong looked at the cooker and found that it was still usable. Qingniang first set the fire on.
The tables and chairs in the room either lacked legs or were damaged by corrosion. Fortunately, there was idle wood in Mr. Rong's house. After a while, Mr. Rong and Rong Jing hit a new dining table, a small table, and There are several benches.
As for the cabinet in the stove room, although it is a little worn out, it's pretty good.
As for the main house, a fire salamander occupied two-thirds of it, and then a standing cabinet was placed against the wall, and a small, narrow bar table was placed under the window.
Then I was not all. I dug out a square place in two thirds of the place. There was a round wooden table in that place, and it looked like it was punched out of a wooden post.
People around the wooden table can sit in a circle.
An Xiaojiu likes this design very much, just fit a book and put a cup.
An Xiaoqi found a dry straw and spread it on the rafter, and then spread the two broken quilts they brought from the house on the rafter. The two sisters were covered.
The water boiled quickly, and An Xiaoqi tore a rag and started cleaning the house.
And Qing Niang followed the pots and pans that Rong Jing brought over for cooking.
An Xiaojiu wandered around in the backyard and found a few sour pear trees in the backyard. The pears were very small, and I felt sour when I looked at them. Otherwise, they were taken away by the villagers.
There are many hawthorns under the pear tree.
An Xiaojiu greeted Rong'an when he thought about it, and the two took some sour pears and hawthorn back.
Uncle Rong glanced and said, "Xiao Jiu, this sour pear is too sour and you can't eat it. If you want to eat fruit, let me let you Rong Jingge go to the mountain to pick you up."
Rong An secretly tasted the red hawthorn. The sour teeth almost fell, and his teeth grinned, "Yes, Xiao Jiu, this fruit is really sour, can you eat it?"
An Xiaojiu laughed and shaved Rong'an's nose, "Let's not eat your favorite food."
"What are you picking if you don't eat that little sister Jiu?" Although Rong An frowned with sour eyes, she didn't throw any fruit yet.
He had an intuition that this fruit would become magical in the hands of Xiao Jiujie, such as ... not sour?