Family Has a Concubine

Rice steamed cake! Come on, two yuan for one yuan, three yuan for two yuan.

Hahaha, come and catch me! Catch me!

Banyan Tree Town, eighty miles away from the capital, was bustling with activity. Vendors are yelling, and children are chasing and running around in the street, which is very lively.

An alley not far away is full of dilapidated houses.

One of the ordinary courtyards was smoking. The small courtyard is not big, there are only two main rooms and a kitchen next to it.

A three or four-year-old girl was lying on a small bed in the house without even a thin quilt.

She was closing her eyes, breathing slowly, apparently in deep sleep. But her pink and tender face was slightly wrinkled for a while, relieved for a while, rolled up and cried a few times. I don't know what nightmare I'm having.

The little body moved, and then fell onto the bed with a plop.

Hey... Zhao Yingqi cried out in pain and got up.

Rubbing his sleepy eyes, he opened them. I saw that the surroundings were extremely simple and old. I was lying on a large wooden bed, and there were a few dilapidated boxes with peeling paint at the end of the bed.

The window is open, and you can see the green trees in the distance, and the cicadas on the trees are singing vigorously. There is a table under the window.

Zhao Yingqi's mind was almost blurred, the red walls and green tiles in the dream gradually faded away, replaced by the simple and dilapidated in front of her eyes.

This is her home!

But for some reason, there was a sense of familiarity and strangeness.

Zhao Yingqi couldn't tell what it felt like.

Just now she seemed to have a very strange dream, full of fear, and finally seemed to fall from a high place. But at the last drop, I forgot. It seems to have something, but it seems to be sleepy and confused.

Zhao Yingqi shook her head and got up. Looking out of the window, I saw two girls sitting on the ground playing woodcarving in the courtyard. One was seven years old, wearing a floral shirt, with braids tied on her head. A five-year-old, wearing pale red clothes washed white.

Cuckoo... There was a sound in my stomach.

Zhao Yingqi ran out of the room, and saw a woman in her twenties with a big belly sitting beside a table of eight immortals in the hall, feeding a little boy about one year old to eat steamed stuffed buns.

Zhao Ying is hungry! I suddenly felt that there was something in the dream that I always wanted to eat, but I couldn't remember it. But never mind, she's hungry now! To eat!

So he ran to the kitchen with short legs, dug out a missing rooster bowl from a basket of bowls, ran back to the hall, and ran to the woman: Mother, mother, People want to eat a bag.

The woman was startled, and then slapped her back with a big spoon.

Zhao Yingqi was beaten to the ground with a wow.

The woman raised eyebrows: Eat, eat, eat, what else can you do besides eat! It's useless, and it's a waste of rice.

After speaking, he picked up the little boy with one hand and the plate of steamed buns on the table with the other, and turned to leave.

Zhao Yingqi was dizzy from the fall, and got up shaking her head.

Without food, Zhao Yingqi felt very uncomfortable, so she had to carry a bowl back to the kitchen, walked to the courtyard, and came to the two girls.

Seven years old is her eldest sister, named Zhao Chunyan. The five-year-old is the second sister, named Zhao Chunni.

And she is the third daughter of her parents, named Zhao Yingqi.

Zhao Yingqi's name is different, even the dog next door who started studying can't write it, she chose it by herself.

The Zhao family are very ordinary people, and they have a small courtyard in this small town. Zhao's father was a stall selling small woodcarvings, and his small business was enough for two meals.

Zhao's father and Zhao's mother felt very unfortunate because they had three daughters in a row!

The eldest daughter was born, and they were very happy as mothers for the first time. Zhao's father had studied for several years, and after thinking hard, he named the eldest daughter Zhao Chunyan.

When the second daughter was born, the two became a little depressed. But Zhao's father still took a little thought to name his daughter.

When the third child was born, Zhao's mother went to the temple every day to pray for it when it was first born, hoping that it would be a boy! Must, otherwise, she will be buried to death by her mother-in-law who lives in the uncle's house.

As a result, the child was born, and it turned out to be another girl.

Zhao's mother cried to death, and Zhao's father knew that it was a girl, and he didn't even want to enter the house, and he didn't want to see her, so he just sat at the door and sighed bitterly.

The child has never had a name, and I am too lazy to do household registration for her. But when she was one year old, the government urged them to do so. But the child must have a name.

Zhao's father was too lazy to explain it to her, so he took the sea of ​​words he used to learn and asked her to turn it over, and use whichever he pointed to. She turned to the word cherry blossom and the word prayer, and patted Cihai with her little hand to point to it.

Zhao's father couldn't even pronounce the word Sakura, he just wrote it according to it. It was Xiao Shi, who wrote the household registration of the government, who told him that this word has the same sound as ying for heroes.

But Zhao's father and Zhao's mother didn't call her Yingqi, Yingqi, or Yingqi, she was just a girl.

As Zhao Chunyan's first child, Zhao's father and Zhao's mother devoted a lot of effort, so it was naturally painful. As the second daughter, Zhao Chunni doesn't like her very much anymore. Until Zhao Yingqi, the couple had nothing but disgust.

Now, Mother Zhao brought another one to her stomach.

The couple were worried, crying in their hearts, grandpa telling grandma, hoping that it must be a boy. But...if it's a girl again, what should I do?

As a result, Zhao's mother was very irritable, and usually got angry, but today's slap was considered light.

In order to give birth to a son, Zhao's mother even brought her little nephew from her mother's house and helped her with it. It is said that if you hug more boys during pregnancy, you will give birth to boys.

Zhao Chunyan and Zhao Chunni are playing with a small wooden sculpture made by Father Zhao.

Zhao Chunyan held a wooden tiger: I am a tiger, and the whole mountain listens to me.

Zhao Chunni held a dog carving: I am a wolf, even a tiger is not afraid.

Zhao Yingqi came over and sat on the side. Zhao Chunni stuffed a little rabbit into her hand: Take it.

Zhao Yingqi picked up a little rabbit: Yeah, I'm a little rabbit.

Aw--

Wow woof—

Zhao Chunyan and Zhao Chunni rushed over with the wooden carvings, and finally the little rabbit was thrown and fell to the ground. Zhao Chunyan said: Eat it!

Zhao Yingqi pursed her mouth: Hey...

But, bunny! Rabbit... Mmm, I always feel that a word is missing. Suddenly very hungry!

At this time, the courtyard door was pushed open with a creak, and a twenty-five-year-old man came back carrying a pole, and in the basket were his small sculptures. It's just some ordinary wood carving small animals, and of course there are some wooden hairpins. Selling these things is just enough to make ends meet.

Father! Seeing Father Zhao coming back, Zhao Chunyan and Zhao Chunni hurried over.

Zhao Yingqi also chased the two older sisters and circled Father Zhao together.

Hey, go away, go away, daddy put things away first. Father Zhao said with a tired face.

Let your father rest, look, he has nowhere to step. Mother Zhao stood at the kitchen door and scolded, pinching her waist.

Only then did Zhao Chunyan take her two younger sisters out of the way.