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Xiaochun is pregnant!

Dashi Village Big Bang!

In the Dahuaishu forum these two days, everyone was in full swing, talking about the events of the previous two days over and over again.

One hundred and eight versions of the story behind it have been compiled, including realistic nonsense, sweet abuse, harmonious X-rated, and more.

Let's talk about yesterday.

It was the day that Song Xu had agreed with the trafficker in Xuefeng Building.

Early in the morning, I saw Song Xu wearing hemp and filial piety, wearing a white streamer, and leading his haggard husband, weeping and throwing paper money all the way to the Houshan cemetery.

The autumn harvest has just passed half a month, and the farmers are generally idle. Seeing the excitement here, many people quietly followed with melon seeds.

"Mother—in the blink of an eye, you've been gone for three years—!"

Song Xu is tall and has a solid body. With such a gesture, the onlookers felt for no reason... that he really went all out.

"Xiaolian, how do I remember... Song Xuniang went there in winter?"

"is it?"

"Winter! In the twelfth lunar month, someone froze to death! Because it was too cold and the snow was thick, it was delayed at that time..."

"What is Brother Xu doing, isn't it taboo?"

"Hey, he has never learned well, and he dared to sell his living husband, let alone a dead old lady..."

Amidst the whispers of the villagers, Song Xu finally ended his performance, probably expressing that Xiaochun hadn't laid an egg for their old Song's family for four years because of the central idea of ​​being unfilial.

Then he was satisfied and led the people to continue to go back to the village with a sad appearance.

After all, they are rural people, they don't pay attention to it, a couple with mournful faces, followed by a large group of laughing and laughing folks, the scene is really weird.

When we arrived in the village, there were more people, and some who didn't want to watch the excitement couldn't help poking their heads out of their homes to listen to some gossip.

Suddenly, a sudden change happened.

I saw Xiaochun, who had kept his head down, suddenly fell limply to the ground.

But Song Xu grabbed the man's arm and angrily scolded him for being sick and dying...

The well-meaning villagers were worried, and looked at Xiaochun's situation with Song Xu's disgusted eyes. After a while, the old doctor Song also rushed over, and simply took Xiaochun's pulse.

"... Xiaochun has been pregnant with a baby for more than a month."

……what?

Pregnant! ?

God, just after Song Xu finished crying in front of his old lady's grave, the goddess Guanshiyin sent the next child?

What a blessing! ! !

So, to watch a movie is to watch the climax, and to watch a play is to watch the turning point. Without such a shocking reversal, the villagers will definitely not make "the day when they found out that Xiaochun is pregnant" as lively as New Year's Eve.

By the way, those thugs who came to the countryside angrily because of Song Xu's delay in sending him off... felt the festiveness of the Chinese New Year.

The few people were confused by the scene of the villagers throwing a banquet. The fierce and evil statues that were originally put on became confused after eating three pieces of braised pork head meat.

What are we... for?

In the end, the few people had enough food and drink, took the three times the deposit that Song Xu returned to them, and left with smiles on their faces.

After being far away from the village, they gradually came to their senses—they seemed to be here to arrest people! ?Pregnant, pregnant can not be caught! ?

It's a pity that the next Shuang'er is waiting for them, and there is no time to go back and argue.Besides, this trip was not in vain. After eating a banquet, he returned three times the deposit, a total of six taels of silver.

This incident has climaxed one after another. Today, everyone in Dashi Village is focusing on the behind-the-scenes matter.

For example, where did Song Xu get the money to return to Xuefenglou?Where did the money come from to hold a feast?

Tian Xiaoqing happened to have a lonely mouth today, and he heard this question when he first came to Dahuaishu.

He laughed, hey, I know this question: "The silver belongs to my family! Song Xu sold all his remaining eight acres of land to my family!"

Hey, sell the fields! ?

The land is the life of the peasant family, and most people will not sell the land if they cannot live without it.

Song Xu's family wasn't considered wealthy in the first place, and now they sold out all the fields, so will they eat soil and drink the northwest wind next?

Those Sweet Party factions who were about to live a good life at Xiaochun's house shook their heads, while the Dao faction villagers who guessed that Song Xu was uneasy and kind, smiled happily.

Look... how can there be a good day that falls from the sky?

Xiaochun felt the same way.

He has been cold-faced towards Song Xu for four days.

Although nothing in this family actually belonged to him, Song Xu, who sold the only remaining field, has become a devil in his eyes.

Even scarier than the original Song Xu!

And this devil kept spoiling the remaining food at home.

"Welcome summer! Come and see, how is my bag?"

Xiaochun... Xiaochun stood up, went back to the bedroom, and slammed the door behind her.

Song Xu: "..."

Because he accidentally found a small cellar at home, and there were three bags of gray buckwheat noodles in the cellar, Song Xu came up with the idea of ​​them.

According to Xiaochun's account that day, the overall asset status of their family is extremely worrying.

His family has six hundred cash in cash, about half a tael of silver.

The only food left was three bags of buckwheat flour in the cellar—according to Song Xu's rough estimate, it weighed more than ten catties.

The only valuable thing that can be counted in the end is real estate, the eight acres of land at the head of the village.

The fields in Dashi Village are all good fields, and one mu of land can usually be sold for six to seven taels, so the Song family still has a family property of 50 taels.

After subtracting 20 taels of debt, there are 30 taels left.

Hearing this, Song Xu was finally relieved.

There is no liquid money on hand, and only by farming, you can only sell less than seven taels of grain a year, which is really not a good way to make money.

Song Xu thought about it, and felt that the solution to the predicament was to start a small business.

Regardless of Xiaochun's cannibalism, he approached the village head and sold the eight-acre field under his name to Tian Xiaoqing's family for 50 taels. For the beaters, he bought some oil, salt, sauce and vinegar seasonings and flour.

The euphemistic name is - doing business.

When Song Xu went to town, he took a general look at the types of street snacks in Chunyang County.

The takeaway pasta is basically only baked pancakes and steamed buns, but the street is full of people, and it is very lively.

He wanted to make fried dumplings.

First of all, his cooking skills as an instant noodle player are really mediocre, and dumplings are one of the few foods he is relatively proficient in cooking.

Secondly, the fried dumplings are fresh, and the fried noodles are usually very fragrant, which is very suitable for street food.

And there are three bags of buckwheat flour in his family, some of which are mixed with wheat flour, which should have both flavor and save some cost.

So he started messing around at home, and after the disaster was over, the flour harmed the vegetable field, making Xiaochun dare not speak out, and for three consecutive days when cooking, he only relied on boiling water to make batter.

Today is no exception.

Xiaochun spends most of her time in her room doing some needlework that Song Xu can't understand, and comes out to cook when it's meal time.

He bypassed the ashen-faced Song Xu, and scooped some water from the water tank into the small boiling water pot in the middle of the stove.

Standing in a daze, the water boiled for a while, and he set up two large bowls, poured some buckwheat flour fried in the morning, and then flushed with boiling water—crash...

Two bowls of fried buckwheat batter with tasteless, rough powder and weird taste...is ready.

Song Xu sadly used another plate to serve some fried dumplings that he had made all morning, and sat down at the table with Xiao Chun.

"Welcome Xia, how about trying today's dumplings?"

Xiaochun picked one with no expression on his face, and when he ate it, he was slightly taken aback.

"How is it?" Song Xu asked.

"...More delicious than yesterday." Xiaochun replied honestly.

"Hey," Song Xu said happily, "I was hand-cooked two days ago. Now I have figured out the cooking process, and the more I cook it, the more delicious it will be."

Xiaochun bowed his head and took a sip of the batter.

The white cloth wrapped around his fingers has been untied, revealing some pitted and bloody scars.

Just like himself, although the pain has passed, the scars are still fresh red.

Song Xu saw that he seemed to be in a better mood today, so he said a few more words: "Tomorrow is the Chunyang County Fair, and I plan to go to the county to sell fried dumplings. The autumn harvest has just passed, and there must be many people going to the streets to buy things , everyone has a lot of money in their hands, and they will definitely not begrudge a few copper coins to try something new."

Seeing that Xiaochun was only drinking the noodles with his head down, he was not discouraged, and continued, "I've done the math. Although our dumplings cost more oil, the wild vegetable and egg fillings are not as expensive as steamed stuffed buns with big meat fillings. You won't be reluctant." Buy it. In the county, a piece of meat is worth five cents, and vegetables are worth three cents. I’ll take a middle value, and it’s only four cents a dumpling. It’s sure to sell well. When I make money, I’ll buy you some delicious food. Don’t rush every day. batter..."

"Because you are using the pot."

"Ah," Song Xu froze for a moment before realizing that Xiaochun was answering his complaint...

"Oh, yes, so you only make batter because I used the pot? But you can also ask me, I can free up the pot and we can cook something else... Anyway, what's next You have an idea, can you tell me?"

Xiaochun looked up, looked at Song Xu quietly, and took a while to look away.

"……it is good."

Song Xu's mood at this moment was as if his mentally retarded son was gratified for the first time holding a little red flower and calling him father.

He set off fireworks in his head: Xiaochun can talk!

Of course Xiaochun can talk, and if he really wants to say it, it makes sense.

"Dumplings have vegetables and oil, so there is no need to add vegetables and oil to the noodles. The buckwheat noodles are rough, and it is not delicious and takes a lot of time to make noodles. It is better to make the batter. You don't need a pot, and the bowl is easy to wash, just wash it."

…… Laziness makes sense!

Song Xu was shocked. He never expected that Xiaochun, who would take the initiative to carry water, firewood, wash clothes and do needlework, would be such a lazy person in private!

What does this mean? It means that carrying water, chopping firewood, washing clothes, and doing needlework are really not what he wants!

It's just these trivial things that someone has to do.

In farm life, most of the families who marry a young lady are men who carry water and firewood.

Putting it in a home with twins depends on the situation.

There are those who love their daughters-in-law, and treat the little Shuang'er as a little girl, and refuse to do heavy and rough work; there are also those who marry Shuang'er just to be lazy, so they wish to put everything on Shuang'er, like ordering a slave.

The original owner is one of the best.

Not only does Xiaochun do the housework, but even the eight acres of land, according to the folks, is almost handled by Xiaochun.

It's no wonder that Xiaochun felt so uncomfortable after selling the field.

Song Xu secretly made up his mind - he must get up early tomorrow, pick up the water before Xiaochun, and then go to the market!

The next day, Song Xu used all his energy to get up from the bed, sat up and woke up, and then gently got out of bed.

Because there is only one bed and one quilt at home, they can only sleep like ordinary couples.

Song Xu was not used to it at first, but after two days, it became very natural.

Rather, sharing the same bed with my husband is a bit addictive.

Xiaochun next to her was sleeping flushed, with a strand of soft hair covering her forehead, trembling slightly due to her breathing.

Song Xu's heart softened, and he got off the bed and closed the door even more lightly.

The stove and trolley are all prepared beforehand.

He took the wild vegetables picked last night to the yard and chopped them into pieces.

It's not yet dawn, only a line of white appears in the far distance.

Autumn is gradually going deeper, and at this time, the air is even more freezing.Song Xu exhaled some white gas while mixing stuffing.

Are you working hard?

hard.

Song Xu, who used to sit in an office, has never experienced such hardship.

In order to survive, he racked his brains, sold real estate, and got up to work before dawn, shivering from the cold.

The little husband didn't talk to him either.

He laughed to himself, remembering the night before.

He thought about whether to throw away the original owner's mess and run away - but before he could come up with a result, he fell asleep in a daze.

This is fate, right?

And let him choose now, he may hesitate, but in the end he will choose to stay.

"Caring" is a very attractive word, he admitted that he was reluctant to part with his little husband.

Even if he doesn't talk much.

Song Xu was thinking wildly, but his subordinates didn't stop. After practicing for a few days, the movements were already a little smooth.

Mix the stuffing in the pot and cover it with a damp cloth; the rolled dough is also piled up one by one, and it is neatly covered after covering; other utensils are also piled up on the cart.

Song Xu checked and thought that he had forgotten nothing, so he pushed the car out and closed the courtyard door gently.

After the slight squeak, Xiaochun opened his eyes in the bedroom.

His eyes were clear, but he didn't get up.

He only subconsciously pinched his scabbed fingertips.