Who is going?

Author: Unnamed.

Moonlight

Who is going?

In a room of about twenty square feet, there is a chest of drawers on the ground at the east end, two old wooden boxes for clothes on the north side, and an iron shelf in the west corner with a washbasin on top and two two old wooden boxes next to it.

The wooden benches and the heated kang are facing south, so that the lighting is better. Most of the kangs in the village are facing south.

There are six people in the Zhao family, not counting the one in the belly. They sleep on the kang from west to east. The hottest kang head is Zhao Mingyu, next to it is Li Cuizhen, Zhao Wennan is next to it, followed by Zhao Wenlan

Zhao Wenduo and Zhao Wenying slept at the end of the kang.

The local heated kang relies on the fire temperature of the kang path underneath. The kang head is the closest to the fire source, and it is also the most susceptible to heat. The farther the kang tip is, the more slowly it will heat up. Usually, it is already hot here.

Hand, it's still just warm there.

Who wouldn’t want to sleep on the hot bed in the middle of winter, but there is only one spot, and with a large family, it is naturally impossible for everyone to sleep on it. According to local customs, the elders always sleep on the head, and the younger ones sleep on the ends.

The Zhao family is no exception. Zhao Mingyu has always slept on the kang head. He is the head of the family and has been sick for many years, so everyone has to take care of him. Li Cuizhen is a mother, so naturally she has to take second place.

A person's position can be said to be untouchable.

The electric light was turned off first, and the moon outside was blocked by clouds, preventing any light from entering. It was so dark inside that I couldn't even see my fingers if I stretched out my hand.

Li Cuizhen turned over and coughed twice: "The kang is very hot today. You, third brother, had a fever at night. You really don't know how to live at all. You only know how to save trouble and stuff it into the kang with all your strength."

.The firewood stack is still left

How high is it? Can’t you see? If you can’t keep cooking like this for ten and a half days, how are you going to survive this winter? Tomorrow I’ll halve the amount and turn off the fire when the meal is ready.

Yes, if you can save one, it’s worth it.”

"Is the kang hot? Why don't I feel it? Are your senses broken?" Zhao Wenduo touched the thin mattress under him. After lying there for a while, he still felt a little warm, so he leaned on it.

She was warmed by her body temperature, and the temperature on the kang mat was not as high as that of her body.

"Let you talk back again -" There was a 'whoosh' in the darkness, and something came over.

"Ah——" it hit Zhao Wenduo's head accurately.

Li Cuizhen shouted with a loud voice: "I just finished teaching you a lesson and you got sick again. If you don't keep your mouth shut, I will slap you twice next time. I'll see if you can get better at it!"

"I'm telling the truth. It's obvious that the Kang is not hot, so why do you have to say it's hot? Boss, you don't even have a little bit of heat there, it's just not cold, so you just hit people. Why didn't you tell her?" Zhao

Wen Duo covered his forehead and touched the lumps on the broom that had just flown over to sweep the kang, and said rather dissatisfied.

"What the hell, you don't know how to call me Mom? I think you care about food and not fights!" Zhao Wenying gave her an elbow and said, "You are used to listening when Mom talks. Where did you get all this nonsense.

How can it be cold or not? Cover it for a while and it will warm up."

"Does that mean it's still cold?" Zhao Wenduo answered intuitively.

Li Cuizhen stood up, crumpled the rag shirt under her pillow and threw it over: "I think you're not done yet -" she lay back down again, panting.

"Okay, third child, don't make mom angry." Zhao Wenlan poked Zhao Wenduo with her finger under the quilt: "If I ask you to burn less, burn less. There is not much firewood at home, and mom is doing the same.

Anxious."

She told the truth together, but the three of them worked together to deal with her? Zhao Wenduo pursed his lips and stopped squeaking. He beat the little man harder and harder in his mind, and the little man's zombie face was all gone.

It's almost chipped.

Seeing that she was silent, Zhao Wenying smoothed things over and said: "Mom, the third child knows that he was wrong this time, but he won't dare to do it in the future. Mom, please stop being angry and go to bed quickly?"

Someone handed him the ladder, so he stepped down naturally. Li Cuizhen breathed a sigh of relief and said, "You think I don't want to light more fires? Who doesn't know how nice it is to have a kang in this cold weather? But in our house

This condition is here

Now, there is only such a small pile of firewood. It is almost the Chinese New Year anyway. This is a matter of morning and evening. Otherwise, I can go up the mountain and chop some back in the next two days, and there will be no need to say that I am digging around.

I won’t let you burn it.”

Putting aside who is right and who is wrong, there is indeed a shortage of firewood now. This is an indisputable fact.

Zhao Wenying said: "How about I take another day off tomorrow and chop a few dozen bundles, which will be enough by the end of the year. I'll wait until after the year. If it doesn't work, I'll take another day off to chop."

"You just took half a day off today, how can you take it again tomorrow? The work of cleaning the river is the top grain payment arranged by the team. If you are absent from work for a full day, five kilograms of grain will be deducted, which is not appropriate." Li Cuizhen is.

I firmly disagree. Manqin decides the amount of food. There is not enough to eat in the first place. If there is further delay, wouldn’t it be even less?

"How about I go?" Zhao Wenlan whispered softly, obviously lacking in confidence. Even she herself felt that it was unlikely to make the trip.

Li Cuizhen said: "Forget it, don't cut off your own hands instead of chopping the firewood. Besides, you can earn more than two yuan a day by working overtime this month. If you don't take advantage of this time to earn more, what are you thinking about?

Can’t go.”

"Cough, cough -" Zhao Mingyu coughed twice, wheezing uncomfortably in his throat, and said: "It's been cold these past two days, and my breathing has become worse. I'm afraid I won't even be able to go up the mountain. Otherwise, I'll go

Already."

As soon as he spoke, the room suddenly became quiet, and no one spoke.

Zhao Wenduo didn't know what the other members of the Zhao family thought. Anyway, she felt that Zhao Mingyu was a bit - how should I put it, it was a special kind of rest. If he felt uncomfortable at all, he would exaggerate and become the boss, which made people feel

I may not be able to survive the next moment. In fact, it is just anger.

He's not very good at it. He'll get wheezing if he catches a cold in the wind. It's not a serious illness. He wouldn't care if it's something a little stronger. But he's good. He's very delicate and has to take medicine every time he coughs twice.

He can't rest, he can't go to work, he can't do any work, he just lies at home to support himself.

It was precisely because of his weakness that Li Cuizhen had to be strong, otherwise the family would be in trouble.

"If you're coughing, stop talking. I know you're not in good health, so why should I ask you to go?" Zhao Mingyu has been like this since the time of marriage. Li Cuizhen has long been used to him being sick every day, and she also

I don't expect him to help share much.

Isn't it? I can't work because I'm not in good health, but I can still give birth to children as usual! I just lie at home without doing anything all day long, and I feel so free. At night, I find my wife who has been tired all day and give birth to a baby! Zhao Wenduo is nestled in the quilt.

I complained for a while, and after being reprimanded twice, I gained a good memory. If I had something to say, I would keep it in my heart and come out without opening my mouth.

After talking for a long time, it’s nothing. Isn’t there still no suitable candidate to chop firewood?

I counted with my hands and found that there were only a few people in the family. Apart from those who earned food and money to take care of their illnesses, the remaining three were a five-year-old child and a pregnant woman who was nine months pregnant. It was freezing cold today.

Can one go up the mountain?
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