Chapter 22 Borrowing Fishing Net 2

On a hot noon, the sun roasted the earth mercilessly like a fireball.

Roast the people who are working hard in the fields, roast the flowers and grass in the fields.

Liang Dayong wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "I'll give you 10% of the fish I catch. But for the deposit, the few of us really can't come up with it. My parents are very tight at home, and besides this

The deposit is just to prevent the fishing net from being damaged. We all work in the fields. I feel sorry for the damage before it is too late. Even if it is damaged, we will definitely pay for it. Can we..."

Song Huan shook his head, "It is impossible to avoid the deposit. If you are afraid that I will not return the deposit, you can create a written receipt. As for the ten cents, I believe you will be able to come up with it soon. If you have too many fish nets, take them to the town to sell them.

, the money will naturally be earned by then, and then the deposit will be paid."

"I believe you will compensate if it is really damaged. However, is the person who caused the damage willing to compensate? What should I do if he doesn't? Do you still need me to discuss it with him?

With all due respect, if this is the case, I have damaged the fishing net, which is better than arguing with others. After all, I am a girl. Once the elders intervene, how will I deal with it?

I have no parents or elders, but I have younger brothers. Who will help me to seek justice? Can you?

Besides, you two can't guarantee it for other partners, right? If you were in my place, would you do the same thing as me?"

"After all, we are all from the same village. I thought I would just let it go. It would be a good relationship if we could make more money for everyone. We would help each other, and the relationship would gradually get closer.

However, if something goes wrong and trouble arises, and I have to help take care of it, I would rather not borrow it. One more thing is worse than one less thing. Both of us, brother and sister, already have too much to take care of, so why bother asking for trouble?"

The two young men opposite were speechless by Song Huan's words. To be fair, Song Huan was right.

Song Huan patted his brother on the back, sat upright and said, "Why do my two brothers go to work in the fields with you? Did you ask for it?"

Adi nodded, "Okay!"

Adi raised his face and glanced at Song Huan quickly, then immediately lowered his head, weakly.

Song Huan kept hoeing and hoeing. Although he was sweating profusely, he took a leisurely break from the busy work. When he was tired, he sat under the shade of a tree to enjoy the coolness and drink tea. With his bamboo hat at hand, he could draw every move and made "Pictures of Farmers in the Mountains".

What Fu Yuanzhi saw when he came out was this scene. He moved his fingers slightly. If he had paper, he would also like to draw this scene.

Adi needed a nap at noon. After Fu Yuanzhi washed the dishes, he followed Adi to take a nap. An hour later, he started today's study.

Adi shook his head and didn't understand, "What is rude? Is it rude to let them wait here while I go to pull weeds?"

Song Huan gently wiped away the golden beans that fell from my brother's side, "Yes, but others don't know. Hey, brother, don't cry, the golden beans have all fallen down."

Song Huan brought him over and sat on her lap, "Do you think Sister is working hard and want her to sleep more?"

Song Huan patted his brother on the head and said, "We have guests at home, so we can't be so rude, you know?"

Song cheered and let out a sigh of relief. Fortunately, Adi was smart and changed the topic.

She was just insuring herself and protecting herself. Things belong to others, and people have the right not to borrow them. The starting point is for the good of everyone. After all, they have paid for it. If they continue to do so, they are really a bit of a robber.

Song Huan thought for a while and said in a different way, "Then think about it, if my sister takes you to your brother's house, and your brother ignores us and lets us sit in the yard by ourselves, do you think it's okay?"

Let’s talk about it later when we have a chance.

After resting for a quarter of an hour after the meal, Song Huan put on his bamboo hat and went out of the yard to clear up wasteland with his hoe.

The sun is really strong, but we can only do it when the weather is good. When the ground is frozen hard in winter, it will be harder to dig. Fortunately, it is not particularly wide, only about one foot, so it will take a while to work hard.

As soon as the two left, Fu Yuanzhi also came out. After hearing the noise in the morning, he didn't come out again and was reading a book.

My brother thought about the scene my sister described and shook his head, "My brother will be sad."

Song Huan drank the water from the teapot in one gulp, then carried the empty teapot into the kitchen to fill it up. When she passed the water vat, she poured water over her face with both hands, feeling the summer heat dissipate.

There is a small courtyard in the mountains and forests. People outside the courtyard are sweating like rain, and people inside the courtyard are reading loudly.

Song Huan could only continue to ask, "Is there more?"

Adi lowered his head and said nothing.

Song Huan hugged Adi tightly and put her forehead against Adi's forehead. "Sister Adi is very happy. Adi has always taken care of Adi and is considerate of Adi. However, Adi is willing to hear other brothers and sisters say that Adi is the elder sister."

A slacker?"

Song Huan kissed Adi on the cheek excitedly, "Adi is so smart!"

Song Huan cut the sweet potatoes into cubes and mixed them with rice to cook a pot of sweet potato porridge. It was sweet, glutinous, fragrant and thick, and heart-warming.

The window lattice next to Song Huan's bedside was supported by fork poles, and the dry breeze blew straight in.

Song Huan nodded, "Yes, so I can't treat guests like this next time, do you understand?"

Song Huan felt that she had a sense of accomplishment in guiding her child to success for the first time. She hummed a little tune and left her shy brother in the kitchen to cook.

Song Huan frowned. Did she make a mistake in guiding her? Wasn't her key point to tell her brother not to be too rude to his guests? How could he be so crooked that outsiders wouldn't misunderstand that he was a lazy person?

My brother's eyes were filled with tears and his voice was crying, "My sister is not lazy, she works hard every day."

Although Liang Dayong was the king of children, after all, when it came to money matters, he did not dare to be the master of everyone without authorization. In the end, the two of them had no choice but to go down the mountain first.

Adi shook his head, "I want to help my sister. I poured water for my brothers and asked them to wait here while I went out to pull weeds..."

Adi sniffed and thought about it, and after a moment he said, "You can't leave your brothers alone in the courtyard to do their own work."

Fu Yuanzhi and Adi just taught and learned, reading and following, pointing back and forth, slowly immersing their voices in the wind, gradually blending in, and their dryness gradually cooled down.

Adi sniffed, rubbed the corners of his eyes with his little fists, and with tears in his eyes, he said with a milky voice, "Sister, I understand! We can't let others misunderstand that sister is a lazy person."

Song Huan also wanted to let her have a meal, but she didn't expect the two of them to run so fast, and they were gone as soon as she turned around. They had worked all morning in vain, and she felt embarrassed.

Song Huan asked again, "Why didn't brother wake up sister?"

The boy's face instantly turned red and his ears turned red. He quickly climbed down from Sister's lap, said "Sister, shame on me!" and ran off to find his teacher.

Song Huan's work does not have the depressing feeling of people in the village.

How to describe it?

The people in the village always looked tired and grimaced, rarely talked or laughed, and there was a dull atmosphere surrounding them.

Song Huan, on the other hand, treats work as a kind of enjoyment. She enjoys every moment of it and does whatever she wants.

The two mentalities collided and two different scenes emerged.

Is this cultivation of the mind?
Chapter completed!