The Portable Farm in the Siheyuan

Meng Xiumei ran back home in a few steps. Her grandson and granddaughter each held a bowl with a hot steamed bun in their arms. She turned her head sharply and saw a tall figure coming into view.

"Binzi! My second Binzi..." Meng Xiumei called her son, tears kept falling. She woke up from countless dreams, always worried. Guns have no eyes, so they are afraid that their children will get hurt.

Mo Bin turned around and saw a thin figure of about fifty years old, not tall, wearing old patched work clothes, with gray temples, exactly the same as his mother in the previous life.

In an instant, the voice and smile of his deceased mother flashed across his face, and he had always felt guilty. His mother had always been in poor health and passed away when he was forty years old. At that time, he was still in the work unit and socialized all day long, so he did not have much time to spend with his mother.

Now God has actually given him a chance to make up for the regrets of his previous life and enjoy maternal love again. No matter how things develop in the future, he will have no regrets.

Mo Bin's tears fell instantly. He turned around and knelt down to his mother, "Mom!" This life of mother contained too many emotions, and he was too excited to say the second word.

"Son, let mom see. Do you know how much mom has missed you all these years? It makes my heart hurt. I'm just afraid that something will happen to you. Fortunately, God has eyes and my son is back safely. Get up quickly. My clothes are all dirty." Meng Xiumei couldn't help but stroke her son's handsome face, fearing that he was in a dream.

Mo Bin slowly stood up and put his arms around his mother's thin body. Her body was so thin that it felt like a knife cutting her. At this moment, he decided that no matter what, he must stop his mother from suffering.

"Okay, okay, you're such a big man, Mom can't even reach your head. Stop crying, tell Mom, why did you change your job to become a section chief and buy a house?" Meng Xiumei is not tall and can't reach her. The tall son's head could only be touched by his cheek.

"Mom, you sit on this bench. I'll make you a bowl of milk powder and I'll explain it to you slowly." Mo Bin hooked a bench with his feet and helped his mother sit down.

"Don't rush it. I don't want to drink it. I don't like the fishy smell of milk powder, so I keep it for my children. It just so happens that your sister can't keep up with her milk supply and needs to wean her second child." Meng Xiumei immediately exploded. How can adults drink milk powder? This son I can’t live my life!

"No, I still have it at Hongli's place. Look how thin you have become. If you don't drink it, I'll throw it away!" Mo Bin didn't care about it, he just made a bowl of milk powder, scooped out a spoonful of brown sugar and stirred it evenly. , forced on my mother.

"Why are you so stupid? I'm almost fifty, why should I drink milk powder? Even though I'm thin, I'm in good health." Meng Xiumei was so anxious that she even added brown sugar to her milk powder? But he felt distressed to death.

"I don't care, if you don't drink I'll drink it immediately! Mom, don't worry, I'm back now, you don't have to work so hard. My current salary is 101 yuan, which can support our family. Besides, I am very good at hunting and have many comrades." , I won’t be short of meat in the future. You see, they all forced it on me. There are a lot of things that I can’t take with me, so they were all mailed to me!” Mo Bin forced it on his mother and pointed it out to her. Pile stuff.

"Okay, I'll drink, I'll drink!" Meng Xiumei was so excited that she cried again. Her son had grown up and could be filial to his parents.

"The buns are not hot, eat them slowly. Don't look at grandma. I'm too full to eat meat buns." Mo Bin let the three little ones eat the buns, and they all looked at the old lady drinking milk powder. Where did mom get the drink? When I go down, I must be thinking of giving some drinks to my grandkids.

"I didn't expect that I would be blessed with a second son when I got old. Are these the buns you made? How much fat did you put in, you prodigal son? Why don't you use them to refine oil? Are there still tender beans to eat in this season? Isn't it the Northeast? Is it snowing?" Meng Hongmei couldn't control her son, so she had to finish the milk powder and wanted to rinse it with boiling water. She saw at a glance that her grandson tore open the meat buns. How much fat was put in them? They were all leaking oil. But The old lady was very distressed.

"Mom, please don't feel bad. I'll bring you ten pounds of suet in two days, okay? These beans were brought by a comrade of mine from the south who was also working in the capital. He gave them to me and brought them with him. The other things are at a relative's house, and they said they would be delivered to me in two days." Mo Bin had been working in marketing for many years, and he just opened his mouth with excuses without having to draft them.

"Oh, it's not easy for people to bring it. We just have to taste it. How can we not be satisfied? Eat slowly and don't choke!" Meng Xiumei was talking to her son while paying attention to the children. She saw her second grandson swallowing hard. , quickly stopped.

"Don't be full. There are also dumplings stuffed with roe deer. Chew them slowly and then swallow them. If you don't obey, you won't eat them!" Mo Bin threatened the three little guys.

"What's in the pot? How much did you pack? I'm so pissed off that you're a prodigal. You can't hide pancakes in the doghouse! How can you cook when you're a soldier? This pack is better than mine." Meng Xiumei I took a look at the steaming cauldron, the half-wrapped buns on the chopping board, two pots of mixed fillings, and a large pot of Erhe noodles, and felt my heart ache.

"Look at it, there's a lot of meat, it's all those boys who went up to the mountain to hunt it. Mom, I've given it all to you for safekeeping. No one has to give it to me. Our family can make up for it. It's not enough for our body, which has been depleted in the past few years." We’re not fighting, so we’re just thinking about food.” Mo Bin smiled and hugged his mother, pointing to the pile of gifts on the table.

"Oh, milk powder, brown sugar, these are good nourishing things. What kind of meat is this? Why is there no fat at all?" Meng Xiumei didn't know roe deer meat, so there was no fat in it!

"This is roe deer meat. Silly roe deer from the Northeast. It is all lean meat. This is dried pheasant and hare. This is bacon and sausage made from wild boar. This is toffee. It was given to me by my comrades in the prairie. Soak one candy in boiling water. The bowl is similar to milk powder." Mo Bin introduced it to his mother with a smile. The mothers of the two generations have similar personalities. They are reluctant to part with food and clothing. They always tuck good things and hide them for their children.

"That's a treasure. I have to hide it so that no one can see it!" Meng Xiumei immediately took the toffee jar into her arms.

"What good things are you not letting me see? Why do I smell meat? Are you... second brother? Second brother, are you back?" A young man suddenly rushed in at the door, over 1.7 meters tall, wearing patchwork clothes. The work clothes that looked very ill-fitting were none other than Lao Wu Mo Yongqiang.

"Lao Wu, you have grown up now. I was still crying when I came back last time. When I go to work, I will help you find a job instead of running around all day long." Mo Bin said to his brother with a smile.

"Second brother, have you changed your job? Which unit are you assigned to? Roubaozi?" Mo Yongqiang asked while reaching out to grab the buns. Second brother is not as attractive as Roubaozi!

"I didn't even wash my hands! I changed my job and went back to the rolling mill. Hurry up and eat something to fill your stomach. I'll pack a basket for you and give you two from door to door. I haven't been back for many years, so it's a sign of appreciation." Mo Bin confessed. Brother, it’s probably impossible for him to let go now.

"Listen to your brother, life is not easy for everyone, so it's a shame." Meng Xiumei also agreed. After all, her son brought a lot of good things, so he didn't care.

"Woo... Wu..." Mo Yongqiang ate so wildly that he could only whine instead.

"You're worthless, and no one will compete with you. You're worse than a child!" Mo Bin scolded his brother angrily.

"Drink some water and get one for free. Let's go and deliver steamed buns to everyone first. They won't be good when they get cold. Eat them when you come back." Meng Xiumei rinsed the milk powder bowl with boiling water.

"Okay, why is it sweet and milky? Did you secretly drink sugar water?" Mo Yongqiang took a sip and his eyes lit up.

Mo Bin reached out and slapped his head. It felt so good! "Dogs have pretty sharp noses. Don't even think about it being prepared for the elderly and children! How many homes are there in total in the courtyard?"

"In addition to our family, there are 15 other families, including Aunt Li in the backyard, Silly Zhu in the middle courtyard, and Uncle Wang. I don't think anyone will come back until night." Mo Yongqiang answered with a wince of his head.

"Okay, this pot is not enough. The pot is also ready. I will put 24 for you. Don't eat it secretly!" Mo Bin turned around and lifted the lid of the pot.

"That's not possible. I'm not stupid. Why would I eat secretly at home?" Mo Yongqiang shrugged. This second brother is a bit scary, so be careful in the future.