Xu Anruo was very happy.

He knelt down and stroked Dahuang's dog's head over and over again.

He knows why.

To put it more scientifically, I entered the house with the owners and smelled a familiar smell.

A common saying in rural areas is that old dogs that have been raised for a long time are somewhat spiritual.

But Xu Anruo remembered another saying:

The swallow knows the poor family, the dog knows the new son-in-law.

At this time he heard slight footsteps behind him.

You don't need to look back to know it's Tan Zijin.

"Are you full?" Xu Anruo asked.

"Yeah." Tan Zijin whispered.

Then Xu Anruo didn't know what to say.

But it doesn't matter.

He is inexplicably very patient.

This is completely different from before.

"Does this dog have a name?"

Xu Anruo started looking for a topic.

Tan Zijin responded in a low voice:

"Zi Pei named it Dahuang."

"It's really called Rhubarb. How many years have you been raising it?"

"Nine years."

"You can be considered an old dog. There was no Zipei at that time. Your mother is still fine, right?"

Xu Anruo spoke, changing the words very carefully.

He was still curious and couldn't help it.

But.

There was no response for a long time.

He turned around and saw Tan Zijin standing there with his head lowered and his eye sockets red.

At noon on the sixth day of the lunar calendar, the sun was scorching hot and the cicadas were chirping harshly. Xu Anruo suddenly felt that his heart was being tugged.

Xu Anruo could only change the topic and asked:

"Is there anything left after this field is finished this afternoon? How much did your family plant?"

"No more, just this field."

"Just one? Nothing will come of it!"

"Something is better than nothing. If people want to eat, chickens, ducks and pigs also need to eat. It won't work if we don't plant it."

Tan Zijin's voice was still small.

However, she would answer and explain the questions asked by Xu Anruo very seriously.

Xu Anruo nodded. He could understand this. Rice planting was the most important part of systematic production for small rural families.

Without this, there would be no rice for chickens, no chaff for pigs, and no straw for making fire and cooking.

Then Xu Anruo thought of a very serious problem.

He turned around, looked at Tan Zijin, and asked:

"After harvesting the early rice, will your family still plant late rice?"

Tan Zijin nodded.

Xu Anruo knew it!

"No, you are going to Jiangsu University in September. University is not a high school. After planting, who will take care of it and who will harvest it?" he asked again.

"There is a holiday during the National Day. I will come back to collect it then." Tan Zijin replied.

She didn't even think about it, she had obviously already thought about it.

But Xu Anruo refused to agree and said:

"National Day? No, it has to be like this? Then won't I be able to run away again?"

"No, it's not. This has nothing to do with you. I can't let you come here again!"

Tan Zijin was stunned for a moment, then became anxious and said repeatedly.

Xu Anruo laughed.

"My legs are growing on me, why can't you say you can't?"

"But……"

"If you don't plant anymore, then I won't come."

"That, that won't work."

"So!"

Go here.

Xu Anruo took a deep breath, lowered her tone, and asked:

"Is it really difficult at home?"

"Um."

Tan Zijin nodded.

Xu Anruo thought it was interesting and asked again:

"Are you short of money?"

"I owe a lot of money..."

"Is it because of mom?"

"My mother was cured of illness, and my family built this house in the early years."

The more Tan Zijin spoke, the softer his voice became.

Xu Anruo actually understood it.

The situation was pretty much what he thought.

In this place and this year, as long as he is not a lazy person, his family can live a decent life.

But if there is a serious illness or disaster, then the sky will fall and the pressure will fall.

Xu Anruo didn't follow up and asked what the disease was.

It's not important anymore.

The reality is that worst of all, money is spent and people are gone.

In addition, Xu Anruo can also calculate the time when her mother left.

It won't be too long ago, it should be before Zipei is three or four years old and can't remember anything.

So the little girl didn't notice it, and her character didn't seem to be affected much.

Xu Anruo breathed a sigh of relief and asked again:

"Where's your dad?"

"Working outside."

"You should be able to earn some money, right?"

"He, he only has one leg..."

Tan Zijin's voice suddenly sounded like crying.

Xu Anruo closed her eyes hard, opened them again, and took a deep breath.

Isn’t this just the hemp rope that is cut at the thinnest part?

Xu Anruo didn't know what to say for a moment.

He stood there, staring at Dahuang.

Tan Zijin stood behind him, neither speaking nor leaving.

At this time.
To be continued...