Chapter 81 Widow Mother
Under the dilapidated wooden bed, rustling sounds could be heard, and from time to time there were harsh "creaks".
Ms. Wang lowered her body and rolled up the shabby cloth on her arms, making her stoop even more obvious.
"Go! Go!" Holding a sparse broom in his hand, he patted the mouse under the bed.
"Squeak!" After driving the mouse out of the house, Wang breathed a sigh of relief and put down the broom, but suddenly smelled a burnt smell in her nose. His brows furrowed, and his already wrinkled face became more wrinkled, and he said anxiously: "Just focus on it! Forgot the meal!"
Ignoring the burning of my hands, I walked into the house in three steps and lifted the lid of the iron pot.
In the small corner of the wooden house, only a few bottles of salt and pickles were placed neatly. There was a low stove next to it, and bursts of burnt smell came from the iron pot on it.
Wang endured the heat, casually put a rag on her hand, took the iron pot off the stove, and then took some time to blow on her red fingers.
He took out a large bowl and saw that only a small part of the bottom of the pot was mushy, and his brows relaxed slightly.
"Mom, I'm back." A boy about eight or nine years old walked into the wooden house with a happy face, holding a small piece of meat in his hand, "Today I went hunting with Uncle Zhang and the others, helped them hunt, and finally divided A small piece of deer meat has arrived!"
Mrs. Wang looked at the boy lovingly, put a large bowl of rice in her hand on the wooden table, and said with a smile: "Are you tired after going hunting? Are you injured? Although you, Uncle Zhang, and the others are taking care of you, You must also be careful. Drink this bowl of rice, it is the time to grow, so eat more."
The boy's sharp eyes saw Wang's red fingers at a glance. He became a little anxious and said, "Mom, what's wrong with your hands?"
Wang shook her head and said: "It's just a burn, it's okay. Eat quickly, eat more, and grow stronger."
The big bowl was mostly filled with clear soup, with only six or seven vegetable leaves. The vegetable leaves were luxuriously mixed with two pieces of fat and thin meat. The boy smelled the aroma of the meat and almost salivated.
He picked up the big bowl and was about to eat when the boy seemed to have thought of something. He blinked and said, "Mom, please eat these two pieces of meat. I won't eat it."
Mrs. Wang scraped the bottom of the pot and poured it into her own bowl, and said with a smile: "Mom just ate, and she ate several pieces of meat. The rest is a bit mushy, so I'll make do with it." Eat some, it would be a waste if you throw it away.”
The boy glanced at Mrs. Wang, lowered his head, picked up the bowl, and started eating silently.
Mrs. Wang was a miserable orphan. After she gave birth to a boy named Xiaofu, her husband died in the mountains while hunting. In this small village on the edge of the mountains and forests, without men, there is no source of income. After all, this area is barren and barren and cannot be planted. The food of the whole village is
The source of the food is the prey in the mountains.
Strange to say, this mountain has been eaten by the village for so many years, and the number of wild beasts has never decreased, but has increased in number. People think that the mountain god is blessing them, so every household in the village has a statue of the mountain god, which is extremely respectful and pious.
Mrs. Wang managed to raise Xiaofu until he was nine years old by washing clothes for others and working as a servant for wealthier families. Although she is not yet forty years old, she already looks like an old woman due to the ravages of these years.
Xiaofu is also a sensible child. He has helped his hard-working mother with housework since he was a child. When he got a little older, he clamored to follow the village's team of hunters into the mountains to hunt.
Wang had no choice but to ask Brother Zhang next door to take him. Xiaofu was quite impressive and very discerning. He was always the most diligent one every time he went out, and everyone in the village was full of praise for him. Therefore, although Xiaofu is only nine years old, he can bring home one or two pieces of animal meat from time to time to improve the food.
Xiaofu finished the meal, but there was a slightly larger piece of meat left at the bottom of the bowl, and he shouted: "Mom, I'm full."
Wang looked at the piece of meat at the bottom of the bowl, shook her head slightly, and said with a smile: "Okay." She silently cleared away the dishes and put the remaining piece of meat in the dilapidated cupboard.
"It's time to worship the mountain god statue." After finishing cleaning up, Wang took Xiaofu, knelt down in front of the mountain god statue, and kowtowed several times respectfully.
Xiaofu, as usual, after kowtowing, when he raised his head, he subconsciously glanced at the dark mountain god statue.
The mountain god statue was made uniformly in the village a long time ago. It is carved from ebony and simply painted.
Xiao Fu suddenly felt a tremble in his heart, and felt an extremely terrifying feeling. This feeling came and went as quickly as it came. I took a closer look at the mountain god statue that I worshiped every day. I didn't find anything strange, so I couldn't help but feel a little dazed.
"Xiaofu? What's wrong?" Wang's wrinkled face was full of concern.
Xiaofu felt a pain in his heart, his mother was not yet forty years old! I only eat two meals a day, including vegetables and wild vegetables, and I have to do so much backbreaking work. I get old too fast. He blurted out: "Mom, I want to grow up quickly so that I can hunt by myself, make you good clothes made of animal skins, and let you eat meat every day!"
After touching Xiaofu's head, Wang just smiled and murmured in her heart, Xiaofu, when you grow up, your mother will be old.
Late at night, this village on the edge of the mountain forest is extremely quiet. Occasionally, a few dogs barked, resounding through the quiet night.
When Xiaofu was half asleep and half awake, his eyes were wet, and unknowingly, he felt heartache.
He shook his head, sat up, wiped the corners of his eyes, and said to himself, "Where's mother?"
The wooden house is not big, with only a dilapidated wooden bed, which can barely accommodate two people.
. The late autumn night was bone-chilling, so Wang always let Xiaofu sleep inside while she slept outside, so that Xiaofu could stay a little warmer.
Xiaofu looked at the wet pillow and became even more confused: "Why did I shed so many tears in my dream? Mother? Where are you?"
Putting on a shabby cotton coat, opening the wooden door, a cold night wind poured down on my head. Xiaofu shivered, but did not close the door. Instead, he stuck his head out the door and shouted: "Mom?"
Where can my mother go in the middle of the night? Even if it’s just to go to the toilet, it’s been so long and it’s time to come back, right?
Standing at the door, the biting cold wind blew in waves. Xiaofu shivered, but he felt even more worried. The nine-year-old child, because his family was poor, already understood many things early.
Suddenly feeling a sense of peeping behind him, Xiaofu turned around suddenly, but there was only a dilapidated wooden bed with bare walls and an iron pot and cupboard in the corner.
Next to the broken wooden bed was a pair of cloth shoes that were more than half sewn together. Every stitch and thread was densely packed and extremely tight. They were winter cloth shoes that Wang used to sew two pieces of thick cloth and shoe soles that she had saved for a long time.
The sense of voyeurism is getting stronger!
Xiaofu's scalp was on fire and he was going numb, but he couldn't find the source of the voyeuristic feeling!
Scanning the wooden house again, it was still the same as before, only...
etc! Mountain statue!
On the dark face, two painted eyes seemed to come alive! He was staring at himself with vicious eyes!
"ah!"
Little Fu Tianling was trembling, and he was so frightened that he felt the urge to urinate. He rushed out of the door regardless of the bone-chilling cold in the middle of the night!
There was a trance in front of my eyes, but it was still a familiar scene. Didn't I already go out and reach the streets of the village? Why did you come back to the house again?
After all, Xiaofu was only nine years old. No matter how sensible he was, after this scare, he showed signs of collapse. His eyes were dull and he was just staring at the ferocious mountain statue with a look of resentment on his face.
Suddenly, the mountain god statue seemed to come alive. It opened its big mouth and spat out a pile of snow-white bones.
Xiaofu looked at the pile of bones with blank eyes until he saw the gap on one of the hand bones.
My mother's little finger on her left hand is missing a small piece of bone. The year before last, while my mother was doing laundry at the village chief's house, she accidentally broke off a small part of her finger, leaving an old injury.
His eyes gradually became focused, and a heartbreaking voice resounded throughout the silent night sky: "Mother!"
After a moment, the sound in the wooden house suddenly stopped. After a while, the sound of chewing gradually came from the wooden house, which was extremely scary.
The strange thing is that the whole village is like a dead village, without any sound.