I became a poor little sophora japonica in the courtyard

At noon, Qin Huairu rushed home in a hurry. She had been absent-minded all morning. Several workpieces processed on the lathe were scrapped!

She had been comforting herself in her heart! Where did ghosts and gods come from in this world? These were all feudal dregs in operas. But how could she explain the strange feeling her little daughter gave her?

Maybe his brain was confused! He was mentally abnormal, talking nonsense and not recognizing people.

Qin Huairu rushed back home with a heavy heart. When she entered the house, she saw that her little daughter Huaihua had gotten up from the bed and was sitting on a small stool, leaning against the edge of the bed, holding half of the multi-grain cake she had eaten that morning.

She raised her little face and saw her mother come into the room. She looked at her mother expressionlessly, then lowered her head and continued to gnaw on her multi-grain cake.

"Don't eat cold food when you're just getting better! Your uncle He specially made crucian carp soup for you today. Wait a moment, and I'll heat it up for you."

No matter how your daughter changes, she is still your daughter. What are you afraid of?

Qin Huairu secretly encouraged herself! She carefully took out two lunch boxes from the cloth bag, one of which was full of fish soup.

This morning, the canteen's purchaser brought back a small crucian carp weighing 300-400 grams, and asked the canteen to make fish soup for it. After discussing with the purchaser, Sha Zhu bought it, boiled the fish soup, and asked Qin Huairu to take it back at noon to nourish the sick Xiao Huaihua.

Qin Huairu poured a lunch box of fish soup into the iron pot and heated it on the coal stove. Before she could cover the pot, Jia Zhangshi and Banggeng came back after smelling the smell.

Looking at the grandparents and grandchildren sitting at the dining table, waiting for lunch, Qin Huairu sighed and scooped a bucket of water into the fish soup. Seeing that the milky white fish soup turned translucent, at least the little daughter could have a few mouthfuls.

"Grandma, look, where did Huaihua get the multi-grain cakes? I don't want to eat steamed bread, I want to eat multi-grain cakes too!"

Banggeng sat at the table, his nose itching to smell the fish soup. He looked around and suddenly saw his little sister Huaihua sitting on a small stool, holding a rolled multi-grain cake in her hand. He immediately started to yell and even mentioned his grandmother Jia Zhang.

Although this multi-grain pancake is also made of multi-grains, it has a layer of oil on the surface and is sprinkled with chopped green onions. It tastes very salty, fragrant and chewy.

No one else paid any attention to him, but Jia Zhangshi spoke up: "Huaihua, give the cake to your brother! He has to go to school in the afternoon, and he will feel weak if he doesn't eat enough."

"Mom, just spoil him! He got a whole multi-grain cake this morning, and it's not enough? The small half cake in Huaihua's hand is what she saved from skipping breakfast."

Qin Huairu had no temper at all towards the grandparents and grandchildren! Jia Zhang could even say such words to her little granddaughter.

"I don't care. I just want to eat multi-grain cakes."

Banggeng yelled and jumped off the chair. He ran over and tried to snatch the half-grain cake from Jingyi's hand.

How could Jingyi let him succeed? But she was only four years old and had just recovered from a serious illness. How could she have the strength to deal with a thirteen-year-old Banggeng?

Seeing that the multi-grain cake in her hand was about to be snatched away by Banggeng, Jingyi lowered her head and opened her mouth to bite it. She bit Banggeng's wrist!

Banggeng felt the pain and retracted his hand. He was so angry that he slapped Jingyi in the face. She and the bench were thrown to the ground.

The multi-grain cake also slipped out of his hand and fell onto the blue brick floor. Banggeng bent down to pick it up, blew on it, and immediately took a bite and started chewing it.

This happened too quickly, and Qin Huairu was too far away to stop it in time. When she reacted, she raised the spatula in her hand and came over to beat her son.

"Qin Huairu! If you dare to hit my grandson, I will fight you to the death. It's just half a whole grain cake, isn't it? How big of a deal is that?"

Jia Zhang stood up suddenly and used her fat body to protect the stem of the stick. She stared fiercely at the spatula in her daughter-in-law's hand and threatened her.

Over there, Xiaodang had already run over to help his sister up, straightened the small stool and let her sit down again.

Qin Huairu dropped the spatula in her hand and ran to see her little daughter. She saw a slap mark on her sallow right face. Qin Huairu touched her face and couldn't hold back tears. It was so hard for her little daughter to live!

“Wow! Huaihua, it’s all my fault for not being able to do anything…!”

Qin Huairu squatted on the ground, hugged her little daughter and cried bitterly. She even had an idea in her mind, wanting to find a good family for her little daughter. If she continued to live in this family, she could not guarantee that her little daughter would grow up safely.

Jingyi let Qin Huairu hold her in a daze. Banggeng's slap had broken all her family ties! His image of a big face with a bowl-covered head and a ferocious expression had been deeply engraved in Jingyi's mind. How could this be a blood-related relative? It was clearly an enemy.

Qin Huairu hugged her little daughter and cried bitterly, venting her dissatisfaction with the grandparents and grandchildren.

Jia Zhang was already impatient. Seeing that her daughter-in-law was crying endlessly, she urged her dissatisfiedly, "Enough! This is simply making a fuss over a small matter. Banggeng still has to go to school, so hurry up and serve the food."

Qin Huairu wiped the tears from her face, let go of her little daughter and stood up. No matter what, life must go on. She had to hurry up and go to work!

She went over to bring the food to the table and scooped up a small bowl of fish soup. She urged Xiaodang to come to the table to eat lunch and came over to feed her little daughter herself.

She reached under her daughter's pillow and felt around, and immediately felt relieved. The half steamed bun was still there! She broke the bun into small pieces and soaked them in the fish soup. She started to feed her little daughter Sophora japonica with a spoon.

Banggeng looked at his mother sideways, then took out a white flour bun from somewhere, broke it into pieces, soaked it in fish soup and fed it to Huaihua.

He wanted to yell and make a scene again, but when he thought about how his mother had just raised a spatula to hit him, he gave up in disappointment.

But in his heart, he hated his little sister Huaihua. Originally, all these things should belong to him, but Huaihua dared to steal his things under the pretext of being sick.

After lunch, Qin Huairu cleaned up the dishes and thought about finishing the cotton-padded jackets for the children after get off work.

This Huaihua is still wearing only a single piece of clothing. Looking at her shrinking her head and shivering, how can I bear it?

"Mom has to go to work. Xiaodang, take good care of your sister. It's cold now, don't let your sister go out. If Huaihua feels sleepy, help her undress and get into bed."

Qin Huairu instructed her eldest daughter Xiaodang that now only Xiaodang could take care of her four-year-old sister.

Qin Huairu hurried out to work. After closing the door, Xiaodang took great pains to carry his sister to bed. The two sisters lay in bed with their clothes on, and Xiaodang fell asleep in a short while.

Jingyi closed her eyes and thought about her future life direction. She didn't want to be unknown and lost among the crowd in her life again.

But being born in such a family, it is a problem for me to grow up healthy. If I want to stop suffering from hunger and cold, I need to rely on others to help me.

The only good person in this courtyard No. 95 is Lou Xiao'e, who lives in the west wing of the backyard. If he can win Lou Xiao'e's favor, at least in the next one or two years, his life will be much better.

Thinking of this, she could not help but get out of bed quietly. She put on her own cloth shoes and did not dare to disturb her sister Xiaodang. She tiptoed to open the door and walked out, then closed the door for Xiaodang.

Standing in front of the door, she shivered. The temperature outside was at least five or six degrees lower than inside, probably below zero!

She rubbed her arms and looked around. She was now standing on the corridor, with a large courtyard in front of her. To her left was the entrance hall to the courtyard, and to her right was a moon-shaped door leading to the backyard.

She clasped her hands, shrunk her neck, and headed for the moon gate. She wanted to win Lou Xiao'e's favor as soon as possible. She never wanted to experience this kind of life of hunger, illness and helplessness again.

Today Xu Damao went to the countryside to show a movie, and Lou Xiaoe slept until noon. She was too lazy to make lunch, so she just filled her stomach with some dry snacks.

She was sitting on the sofa reading a book when she suddenly heard the clucking of hens under the eaves outside her house. She then realized that she had forgotten to feed the chickens at home today.

Last week, Xu Damao went to the countryside to show a movie and brought back two old hens. Xu Damao couldn't bear to eat them, so he built a chicken coop under the eaves outside his house to feed the two old hens to lay eggs.

Lou Xiao'e got up and went to the kitchen, scooping a bowl of cornmeal. This was brought back by Xu Damao to feed the chickens, and neither of them would eat this kind of coarse grain.

She opened the door, took the bowl and went out, unfastened the buckle on the chicken coop, and poured a full bowl of cornmeal into it. After closing the door of the chicken coop, she turned around and found a little girl of three or four years old standing behind her.

"Aunt Lou, can I go to your house to warm up? I'm cold!"