Reborn in a small village in the 1990s

Chapter 102

There's no readily available corn kernels now. We have corn on the cob and sorghum at home, but nobody's going to husk the corn kernels.

If no one husks the corn kernels, no one will use a stone mill to grind the cornmeal; if no one grinds the cornmeal, there will be no food.

When there was no food, Zhang Cuilan stole Zhao Da'e's flour, and these were all the consequences that followed.

Of course, Zhao Tiegang felt he had been quite busy lately, helping to clear the branches from the backyard for four or five days and doing other chores for two days. Although he didn't actually do much work, he was never idle.

The only one idle at home is my father, Zhao Tingxu. He doesn't do any chores, but he and a group of old men play Pai Gow every day and have a great time, doing absolutely nothing.

The old lady, Wang Guixiang, did absolutely nothing.

As a result, no one in the family even bothered to prepare the most basic cornmeal to fill their stomachs.

One person is hoping for another, so they all go hungry.

At this moment, Zhang Cuilan ran away and disappeared, and her son Zhao Yongbo also disappeared. Zhao Tiegang suddenly felt that he could not live without his wife.

"Mom, let's all stop living. Let your son die first."

As he spoke, Zhao Tiegang, tears streaming down his face, rammed his head against the wall.

"Gangzi, Gangzi, what are you doing?!"

"Hey kid, what are you doing?!"

Amidst gasps of alarm, Zhao Tiegang's head slammed against the wall.

Fortunately, the three dilapidated houses of Old Zhao's family were made of adobe, and they had been in disrepair for many years. The adobe bricks were no longer sturdy and were just dirt, hardly resembling adobe bricks at all.

As a result, when Zhao Tiegang slammed his head down, his head was unharmed, but a large crater appeared in the mud wall.

Everyone stared in disbelief: "This..."

Zhao Da'e, who had just squeezed in to watch the "funny," couldn't help but secretly give a thumbs up: "My third uncle's name really does have the character 'gang' (meaning 'strong' or 'resolute') in it; his brain is truly sturdy." But my mom had only been back at her parents' house for a few days, and the house was already in complete chaos—it was truly a spectacle!

Zhao Da'e was having dumplings with his aunt's son, Zhao Yongbo, when he saw his second cousin, Zhou Chunhong, come running back, calling out, "D...D...D...Da'e, your...your...your...your..."

Zhao Da'e was stunned. Fortunately, Zhou Chunwen asked in time, "Er Ya, is something wrong at Da'e's house?"

"Yes...yes, yes, yes."

“You don’t need to stutter this…” Zhou Chunwen said helplessly.

Zhou Chunhong protested: "I...I...I..."

Knowing that her second cousin had trouble speaking, Zhao Da'e said, "Let's eat first, then we'll go. The dumplings just came out of the pot, and they'll get soggy if we eat them later."

Zhou Chunhong awkwardly sat down to eat. She had wanted to say, "Zhao Da'e, you should go and see! It's quite a scene! Your grandma is trying to hang herself!" But because she couldn't speak clearly, she didn't say anything. Zhou Chunhong had always been like this, which made her slightly insecure. Because of this, she couldn't go to school and stopped when she was only fourteen or fifteen, staying home to work.

However, it must be said that Zhou Chunhong has a really big appetite. Despite her thin body, she can stuff two or three dumplings into her mouth in one go, making them bulge out.

Zhou Chunwen, who was standing to the side, couldn't stand it anymore: "Er Ya, slow down, no one's going to take it from you."

When Zhao Yongbo saw that there was one more person eating, he stared intently at the plate of dumplings and then put dumplings into his own bowl as well.

Zhao Da'e shrugged. He admitted that he hadn't made many dumplings today. They weren't a wealthy family, and no family ate dumplings every day. Zhao Da'e had been eating dumplings about once every three or four days. The family didn't have much rice or flour, and even the pickled vegetables for making dumplings were running low. So, there were only a few dumplings. With two guys constantly busy putting dumplings in their own bowls, Zhao Da'e simply ate a few dumplings and then strolled over to his own house.