You can't work in the fields with straw sandals. If it weren't for the cold weather, you might even be reluctant to wear straw sandals.

A peasant woman stood at the intersection, wearing a dress that obviously didn't fit well, with a small shadow following behind her, with a runny nose, tugging at her mother's dress.

After seeing the father and son, the woman smiled slightly, then touched the heads of the two children, and the family gathered together and walked back to their home.

When he saw his home, his father, who had worked hard all day, couldn't help but smile with relief. This home with a front yard and a back yard, a house that is half stone and half wood, was his glory. It was also because he had such a

A wife is willing to marry into a home that more or less looks like...

After casually grabbing some residual snow, rubbing my hands and face a little, and removing a little bit of the obstructive mud, I have completed my own cleaning work. Anyway, I have to go to the fields tomorrow, and it will be useless no matter how clean I am.

The woman took some grass roots and other things that she had collected sparsely in her hand, and went to the house to light a fire and prepare to cook dinner. Holding the cauldron, she untied the grain jar hanging from the beam, scooped half a spoonful of grains from it, and then

I looked back at my husband and children sitting at the door of the room, thought for a while, and scooped out a little more from the jar...

The smell of food spread throughout the house, and the flames jumped, bringing some warmth to the family.

For most ordinary people nowadays, the word "rice" is noble and can only be expected during the Chinese New Year. On weekdays, it is more "porridge", or it is thicker or thicker.

It's just a bit rarer.

Worse, there is no porridge at all.

As usual, the woman gave her husband a bowl of the thickest one, then the two children, and finally herself and the youngest child.

The more you work, the more you get; the less you work, the less you get.

The simplest and most unpretentious distribution method.

"Today..." Father held the bowl and frowned slightly, "It seems like it was cooked a little more?"

"Well, I cooked it a little more... Today is the second son's birthday..." The woman looked at the second child, "That year, there was also a lot of snow..."

In the heat of the fire, the father's eyes softened a little, and then he called the second child over, and took out a little more food from his bowl, "Eat well, grow up well..."

Apart from the word "good", my father didn't seem to have or knew any other blessings.

After finishing the porridge in the bowl, the woman added some water to the cauldron. While there was still some fire, she scraped the remaining food residue into the soup, divided it into portions, and everyone drank it.

It's almost time to finish dinner.

Sitting by the fire, enjoying the warmth of the embers, the father asked the second child, "Second son, what do you want for your birthday?"

"Father..." The second child hesitated for a moment, and then said under the encouraging eyes of his mother, "I, I want... I want to study..."

"What?" Father frowned, "What do you want?"

"I, I..." The child's voice gradually became quieter, but he still said, "I... want to study..."

"We don't have books. Even if we have books, you can't understand them..." said the father, and then sighed, "I can't afford them. Books, books are very expensive, very expensive... Why do you want to study? Like my brother.

Isn’t it okay to be a bamboo horse like that?」

"I can go to the agriculturist for advice..." The second son raised his head, looked at his father, took a burnt piece of wood and scratched it on the ground, "He taught me, he is willing to teach me...Father,

I know several words. Father, you see, this word is "home", which is where we live... Look, this is the roof, then the walls, and then the place where the livestock is raised. This is a home..."

"Did the agricultural bachelor teach you?" The father tilted his head and looked at the words his second son wrote crookedly on the ground. He couldn't understand it, but it did look like the same word.

"Yeah!" The second son's face showed some brilliance, like a color called hope, "The agricultural bachelor also said that I am smart..."

The father watched, silent for a long time, and finally sighed, "But we...we don't have money...can't afford books...can't afford...can we change it to something else?"

The luster on the second son's face gradually faded away, and then his head slowly lowered, "...No need, father...forget it..."

The remaining light of the fire pit disappeared little by little, and the family gathered together to warm each other.

Before dawn, my father opened his eyes, sat up, turned around, looked around, and then quietly got up...

"Husband..."

The father paused for a moment, then whispered, "I'm going to pick up some firewood and go to the city... In this weather, someone will definitely want to buy the firewood... If someone buys it, there will be money... In other words, I will go in more times."

Mountain, just chop more firewood..."

"The fields at the foot of the mountain..." the woman asked.

The father turned his head to look at his child, and then back again, "Let's wait until I come back. Just make it a little more tidy and do it later... If it doesn't work... forget it..."

"No, I'll go to the fields..." the woman said, "I'll take the children there, and they can be cured just the same!"

"You? Your body and bones... can you do it..."
Chapter completed!