Scholar's Sweetheart

It's a quiet day, and in a twinkling of an eye it's early June.

This day, song Xintong just came back from cutting firewood from the mountain. As soon as he walked into the yard, Dabao ran to her in high spirits, "sister, sister, our chicken laid eggs, laid eggs."

"Is it?" Song Xintong put the firewood in the yard to bask in the sun, "how many have you done?"

"Three." Cried Dabao.

Squatting beside the chicken nest, Xiao Bao touched an egg and ran happily to song Xintong, "sister, it's still hot." As soon as the voice fell, the man rushed to the ground.

"Be careful." As soon as song Xintong shouts out, Xiaobao has already fallen to the ground. The egg in his hand first lands on the ground and is broken.

Looking at the broken egg, Xiao Bao burst into tears.

Song Xintong hurriedly walked over and helped Xiaobao up. He patted the dust on his body and said, "well, a man can't cry."

Xiao Bao couldn't stop crying. He was still panting.

"Did it hurt? Don't cry. " Song Xintong holding Xiaobao sat on the bench, took his sleeve to wipe his tears, "don't cry, don't cry."

"Sister, it's broken. It's broken." Xiaobao stares at being thrown on the ground, and the orange red egg liquid flows all over the ground.

"It doesn't matter. There will be more tomorrow." Song Xintong called to Dabao, "give Xiao Hei everything that flows outside."

"There's more in it." Dabao picked up the eggshell and held it high to song Xintong. "It's clean."

"What's in there is reserved for the evening soup." Song Xintong coaxed Xiaobao not to cry, "Xiaobao, would you like to help elder sister dry Auricularia auricula?"

Xiaobao with a small face, said: "good."

With that, he slipped down from Song Xintong's leg, took her basket, twisted her little butt, ran to the chicken nest, poured all the fungus into a dustpan, and spread it out one by one, just like song Xintong, making it a model.

"Sister, what about this one?" Xiao Bao asked, holding some ash spores under the basket.

"Put it in the back basket and sell it at the market tomorrow." Song Xintong said.

Xiaobao asked, "no sun?"

"No, it's enough." Song Xintong hasn't been in the city for many days. He has been adding firewood to his family and tidying up some vegetable fields beside the house. All the grey spores and termites he found on the mountain have been dried in the sun. When he wants to eat later, he can soak them and cook them.

"Oh." Xiaobao answered crisply, then trotted to the back door of the house.

After a short rest, song Xintong saw that Dabao was going out with a scythe. He asked curiously, "Dabao, where are you going with a scythe?"

"Sister, I'm going to dig worms for Xiao Huang to eat." Said Dabao.

Xiao Huang, the Yellow fluffy chicks.

Song Xintong took a look at the chickens on the grass beside his house. "No, they will find them."

"What if they can't find enough to eat?" Dabao looks worried.

"Don't we still feed them coarse bran, so we can have enough to eat?" Song Xintong looked at the big treasure that finally grew some meat, "but it's you, how can your face be so black? Look at the people in the school who don't look like white steamed bread."

Dabao felt Mai's face with embarrassment.

"Lu Fu Zi taught you to practice calligraphy. Have you practiced today?" Song Xintong asked.

Dabao nodded, "dipped in water and practiced on the table."

Song Xintong nodded: "then tomorrow I will write a picture and take it to Lu Fuzi to check. Do you know?"

"Oh." Dabao some guilty look at their sister, and then trot into the hall, "sister, I went to practice calligraphy."

"Go ahead, go ahead." Song Xintong washed his hands and went into the room.

A few days ago, song Xintong came back with pen, ink, paper and inkstone. He was surprised that he couldn't write calligraphy. So he took his two younger brothers to find Lu Xiucai. Originally, he wanted to go to school directly, but he didn't expect that Lu Fuzi said that the school would have a holiday in early June and would not start until early August. There was no need to come back.

However, seeing that her two younger brothers were intelligent and gifted, Lu Xiucai taught them the way to hold and move their pens. She also borrowed a copy of calligraphy for them and returned it to him when school began in August.

Dabao and his wife have been writing on the table for several days, but they are very good at it.

Song Xintong took the basket and sat down beside the bed. He continued to make clothes for the twins. This time, the clothes can't be made as casually as last time, so it has been several days and none of them has been made.

"Xintong, at home?" He Baiyun's voice came from outside.

"In the house." Song Xintong should be a, still did not pick the thread foot well, "you come in directly."

He Baiyun trotted in and sat on the side of song Xintong. "Is this the dress made for Dabao?"

"Well, I think they will go to school in another two months, and they have to make two looks like clothes." Song Xintong straightened the clothes, "but I'm not good at my craft. Look what my cloth button looks like."

"It has to be this way." He Baiyun took clothes to do a demonstration, "before your craft is better than me, how now more and more bad?"

"Before? When I was a child, my mother was gone, and my craft has not made any progress. " Song Xintong pointed to the other cloth buttons, "did you help me make them together? Make more. I'll use it when I make clothes. "

"You think so." He Baiyun's mouth is disgusting, but he neatly makes cloth buttons for song Xintong.

"What are you looking for?" Song Xintong took the cut cloth and began to sew clothes.

"It's OK, just come and have a look." He Baiyun said, "my mother is at home these days, sighing and groaning. I'm tired of hearing that."

"What's the matter?" Song Xintong asked in surprise.

He Baiyun looked up at her, "do you know about the river digging in the village?"

"I know, but it has nothing to do with my family." Song Xintong said faintly that at the end of May, she had heard her mother-in-law Qiu say that Qingjiang county was going to build a river course. Every family in every village had a man over 14 and under 50 years old. He had to send a man to Qingjiang to open a river course. He would pay 300 Wen a month for food and shelter. If he was willing to sign up, he could go.

Song Xintong remembers that the commencement date is the first day of June, and today is the third day of June.

"I'm tired of digging the river, and I can't eat well. My mother sends food to my father every day." He Baiyun sighed, "it's said that the river has to be dug for a year. My father has been tired and thin these two days. If it goes on like this, what can I do?"

"Isn't it a package? Why don't you eat well? " Song Xintong was very surprised.

"Eat some porridge steamed bread, at noon is also sent to dry food, in the evening some dishes, but there is no oil and water." He Baiyun sighed, "otherwise, my mother would not sigh all day, and would run to my father at noon every day."

Song Xintong's heart suddenly became active, "do other people also send it?"

"No way. We'll send it to the village closer to us. I heard my mother say that many of the other river diggers come from other places. They come here because they can take food and money every month."

"Won't they go out and buy?" Song Xintong sat up straight and asked.

"It takes two or three hours to go to the county town. I don't think I can go to the county town every day. It's estimated that I can only go to the county town when I have a day off at the end of the month." He Baiyun said.