Food for the people

After the meal, Qiao Ling boiled water and washed the dishes without saying a word. The industrious Qiao Yu was ashamed. When his parents were still around, he was the only child in the family, but his maverick father never put his son As his own, he firmly implements the policy that his son should be free-range. He has been taught to be extremely independent since he was a child. He will never help a finger if he can do it by himself.And after his parents were gone, he had to come in person for all the big and small things, so Qiao Yu basically didn't experience the affection and help from the so-called brothers, so that now Qiao Ling took the initiative to swipe up. The bowl made him a little emotional.

It's nice to have a younger brother.

Back then, if his parents had listened to him and had given him a younger brother or sister, he wouldn't have lived in such a mess and loneliness in those few years.

But it is obviously too late to say such things now, his parents have been dead for several years, let alone, even he himself...

Hey, don't mention it.

Qiao Yu leaned against the dilapidated door of the kitchen, staring at the thick snow in the small yard in a daze.

Although he comforted Qiao Ling one by one, don't worry, but in fact, he didn't know the bottom line.

The two brothers who depended on each other for life were like this.

He doesn't think about the nonsense stories about getting rich and reaching the pinnacle of life in those novels at all now, and he just focuses on one thing, how to eat and clothe and not be hungry.

Qiao Ling is over eight years old, but his height is about the same as that of a six or seven-year-old child. He is so thin that it hurts his heart. He is just at the age of growth. Don't delay his growth because of poor food.

Qiao Ling's crying last night probably wiped out all the depression that had accumulated in his heart these days. After sleeping, he seemed to be in better spirits than before. After washing the pots and dishes, he went to the yard to pick up The broom began to sweep the snow.

Qiao Yu wanted to help him, but the sick man was so weak that he bent over a few times, and then he became dizzy and out of breath.

Qiao Ling put away the broom, pressed him on a rattan chair in the yard to bask in the sun, and refused to ask him to help.

It seems that the most urgent task is to take care of this body first.

After eating and sweeping the snow, the sun had already risen high, and the snow on the eaves turned into water, dripping and falling on the ground, splashing out small mud puddles.

Qiao Yu and Qiao Ling sat under the eaves and stared at each other.

It's boring, but there's nothing to do.

Qiao Yu asked on a whim, "Can you read?"

Qiao Ling nodded: "Yes, brother taught me."

"Will you write it?"

Qiao Ling was a little embarrassed: "The writing is so-so. In the past, my brother always blamed me for this. Later, I didn't have time to practice."

Qiao Yu reached out and rubbed Qiao Ling's bowed head.

I wanted to say it's okay, I can teach you, but finally held back.

He has never seen the characters of this era, and it is difficult to say that they are different from the characters he learned. Even traditional characters are enough for him to feel uncomfortable. That would be really embarrassing.

"It's okay, you are still young, and you will have plenty of time in the future."

After a while, Qiao Yu asked again: "What day is today?"

Qiao Ling replied, "It's the fifth day of the twelfth lunar month."

There are still twenty days to go before the Chinese New Year.

And this child who was only eight years old lost his only relative on the eve of the family reunion.

Qiao Yu suddenly thought of the year when his parents had an accident. He was already nineteen years old at that time. What's more, Qiao Ling is only eight years old this year.

Qiao Yu stretched out his hand abruptly, pressed Qiao Ling into his arms, and said, "It's okay, with me, the two of us will get better and better after this year together, definitely will, brother promise you. "

Qiao Ling's small body froze in his arms, and after a while, she stretched out her hand and firmly grabbed the clothes on his back.

In the next few days, Qiao Yu got up very early, and then successfully learned to use the kitchen that returned to basics to the extreme.

Qiao Yu had always thought of cooking very simply. After all, his work place and job content were inseparable from the kitchen in his previous life. Now it can be said that he has struggled all his life. Pour him, but in fact, the first time he cooked by himself, he was given a huge slap in the face by reality.

Because he found that he couldn't make a fire.

No, it can’t be completely said that it can’t be born, he can light a fire, he can put it in the stove hole, he can add firewood to it, but he just can’t start it.

And no matter how much he blows with that pitch-black torch, the firewood put in doesn't give him the slightest face, it collapses together, aggrievedly ignites a small flame and smokes a lot.

Qiao Yu soon burst into tears and coughed in the dark.

Surprised, Qiao Ling got up from the bed, looked at the continuous green smoke coming out of the stove, thought he had set the stove on fire, and turned pale with fright.

Qiao Yu sat by the stove with a disheveled face, seeing Qiao Ling rushing in anxiously, she could only give him an embarrassed yet polite smile.

"I can't light this fire..."

Qiao Ling finally put his heart back in his stomach.

"Brother, call me next time, I'll light the fire."

Qiao Yu didn't take it seriously, "Come on, show me one more time, I won't believe it anymore, I can't even handle such a thing."

Qiao Ling stretched out his hand and pulled out more than half of the firewood that was full but unable to burn in the stove hole, and then poked it with a branch, and a large group of incompletely burned charcoal and carbon ash fell from the air inlet below. , and quickly clamped the charcoal back into the stove hole, put some thin firewood on it in a haphazard manner, moved the blower closer, and after three or four breaths, the flames completely burst out.

"The firewood needs to be set up, otherwise the fire won't come out if there is no wind in it." Qiao Ling explained to Qiao Yu while doing it.

Qiao Yu was amazed.

This is the first time I know that even lighting a fire is a little knowledgeable.

Then he took out the rice bag, scooped the rice into the pot, and started cooking porridge.

They have been eating porridge for seven or eight days, except for the pot of mutton soup that night, let alone meat, Qiao Yu has never even seen dry rice.

Two porridge a day, don't get me wrong, it's not white rice, it's round-grained rice, when Qiao Yu ate it for the first time, it still felt a bit fresh, then...

He kind of missed Uncle Yuan Longping.

But Qiao Yu never showed anything in front of Qiao Ling, because the brown rice was all given by others.

Father Qiao has an old friend in the capital, whose surname is Zhao and whose name is Deshen. He moved to the capital from Yanzhou with him. The girl had a marriage contract.

Qiao's father and Zhao Deshen were about the same age, married successively and had children. When they were still in their womb, Qiao's father and Zhao Deshen made a verbal agreement that if they were a man and a woman, the two families would be married.

After giving birth to Qiao Sheng and Zhao Siyun, the daughter of the Zhao family, their marriage contract was settled as a matter of course.

And the reason why I said before was because not long after the death of the old couple of the Qiao family, the Zhao family aunt came to Qiao's house to make a fuss, and asked Qiao Sheng to write a letter of divorce, annulling the marriage.

Aunt Zhao's divorce was done behind Zhao Deshen's back. Zhao Deshen was furious when she found out, but the divorce papers had already been written, and Aunt Zhao was messing around at home again. Uncle Zhao couldn't do anything about it.

Hastily met Qiao Sheng and said sorry for his dead father.

In fact, needless to say, Qiao Yu also understands the truth.

Once the Qiao family fell into decline, Qiao Sheng was in poor health, and he couldn't afford to take care of things. Seeing that life would only become more and more difficult, if it was his daughter, he might not be willing to let her eat this kind of food. bitter.

Since ancient times, it is easy to add flowers to the cake, but it has always been difficult to send charcoal in the snow.

It can't be blamed for reality.

Qiao Yu felt that she was thinking about it very much.

But Qiao Sheng was not as open-minded as he was.

Although Qiao Sheng didn't talk about pampering since he was a child, he had enough food and clothing, learned Chinese and calligraphy, and read books from sages. What's more, with such an appearance at this time, even if it doesn't show on the face, it is probably very angry in the heart.

I was not in good health, and my chest was full of stasis, so it was difficult not to get sick.

After Qiao Sheng became seriously ill, Zhao Deshen came several times and sent a lot of medicinal materials and food. He only asked him to recuperate well, and everything will be done after he recovers.

It's a pity that my uncle is a good uncle, but my aunt is not a good aunt.

Every time Zhao Deshen came to bring something, the Zhao family aunt would come to Qiao's house to make a fuss.

To say that the two of them are the oil bottles that brought down the Qiao family, and now they are dragging down the Zhao family again, is as ugly as it sounds, it only pokes people's hearts.

Gradually, Zhao Deshen didn't dare to come out, and even helped Qiao's family sell the house and land later, all secretly by pointing at his housekeeper.

After the Qiao family's house was sold, Zhao Deshen secretly gave him 20 taels of silver along with the money from the house sale, but Qiao Sheng didn't want it.

When Aunt Zhao found out, she made another fuss.

Now, Zhao Deshen never came again.

The food was given by the Zhao family at that time.

When Qiao Yuchu heard the story, she was still a little angry, but when she thought about it later, it was just like that. Humans always have to think about themselves first. Although what the Zhao family did was not authentic, but if you insist on it, There's nothing wrong with that either.

It is love to help, and it is duty not to help.

But after this incident, the relationship between Qiao Ling and the Zhao family was completely broken.

The Zhao family only had two daughters, and Zhao Deshen originally wanted to recognize Qiao Ling as his adopted son.

Qiao Yu had never personally experienced these things. To him, he was an outsider in the Qiao family. All these experiences sounded like listening to stories, and he didn't feel much. Although he penetrated into Qiao Sheng's body, but Qiao Yu was still in his core.

The only connection between him and the Qiao family was Qiao Ling.

So to Qiao Yu, it didn't matter to him whether there was a Zhao family or not, and whether he was a relative with the Zhao family. Anyway, he didn't point to the Zhao family for dinner. Relying on himself is his motto.

Qiao Ling was different from him. Every time Zhao's family was mentioned, he always looked calm, as if he didn't want to say more.

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