Song Qiuben suddenly thought of a post he saw when he was browsing posts in his previous life. He said that there were no mobile phones or nightlife in the past, so what did everyone do.
Then he suddenly laughed.
Once autumn is over, everyone has nothing to do, and they go to bed early at night. Without entertainment, what can the couple do?
Isn’t it true that there are endless children every year?
She just laughed at this.
When Leng Buding heard that her mother told her that she wanted to pass on the skills of midwifery to her, she immediately hesitated.
No, give birth to someone?
She is afraid.
If she has never given birth to a child, can she deliver a baby to others?
She doesn't want to learn this craft either.
But seeing her expression suddenly falling into memories, Song Qiu didn't dare to say anything he didn't want to learn.
He just laughed and said with a dry smile: "I'm still young, why are you telling me this so early?"
Sure enough, it's easier to talk at a young age.
Song Qiu, who has a soul in his twenties, can now shamelessly say that he is too young.
Old Yuan came back to her senses, and when she heard this, she smiled and said, "It's because I'm worried. You're still young, and I can still walk. I'll have to deliver your baby in the future! When I can't walk anymore, I'll give birth to you." Your baby is getting older now, so it won’t be too late to teach you later.”
Song Qiu could hardly bear it when she heard that her grandma was talking about delivering her baby. She didn't even want to get married yet, but her grandma was already thinking about her giving birth to a baby.
He quickly picked up the topic and went over.
After a collection, only half of the mushrooms in the half-back basket were sold. It was no longer like usual, and they were sold out not long after they arrived.
As for the three melons I brought, only the loofahs were sold out, and there were still a lot of courgettes and bitter melons left.
The sun has also risen, and there are not many people at the market. There is no other way, so Old Yuan has no choice but to say: "Aqiu, let's close the stall."
Although the vegetables were not sold out today, it did not stop Old Yuan from pulling the cloth. This had been agreed upon a long time ago and was going to happen in the first place.
There is only one shop selling cloth in the market. There is not much cloth in it. They are ordinary coarse cloth and linen. As for the better cotton cloth, there are only one or two pieces.
Linen is uncomfortable to wear next to the body, so it is usually used as outer clothing.
Song Qiu saw that after her mother had picked out enough coarse cloth to make two clothes, she was about to look at the linen cloth. Guessing that she was going to pull out the linen cloth to make clothes for herself, Song Qiu quickly stopped her, "Nai, just pull out the coarse cloth." Otherwise, it will all be a piece of sackcloth."
Old Yuan had no other choice, so she gave up the linen and made herself a coat of coarse cloth.
After the three clothes were torn and spent dozens of dollars, the grandfather and grandson hurried home without any intention of buying anything else.
On the road into the village, there is an old banyan tree at the entrance to other houses in the village, just opposite the gentle slope. Usually, I get up early on Fridays and wait here to pick up people.
It's almost noon now, and the old banyan tree blocks out the sun. People who have nothing to do in the village like to hang out and party here.
But most of them are elderly people who don’t have to work.
There are not many elderly people in the whole village who usually do nothing but wait for food and drinks.
For example, the village chief's father, Mr. Tang, is now seventy years old and still strong. He walks around the village every day and is sitting under this old banyan tree.
When Mr. Yuan passed by, it was a rare encounter, so he had to say hello, "Where is Uncle Dayou enjoying the shade? It's windy today, and it's cool under this tree."
Song Qiu also shouted: "Hello, Grandpa!"
Mr. Tang is old, but his eyesight is still good. He came here with the refugees back then. He is also one of the few people in the village who has experienced the great escape and seen many dead people. After the big event, his eyes are bright.
very.
"Cool, cool, it's Xiaoquan's wife, and Aqiu Yazi? Are you back from selling vegetables? Are you tired from the road? Why don't you come over and have a rest?"
Although Song Qiu's grandfather Song Xiaoquan has been gone for so many years, this old man still remembers his name, so he must have a good memory.
When Old Yuan saw a strange old man whom he had never seen before, he was sitting next to the old man. The two of them were just chatting, so he waved his hands and said, "No, no, I'm going home to cook. Uncle Dayou, please take your time to enjoy the cool weather."
ah."
Mr. Tang didn't force himself. He waved his hand and ignored the person. He turned around and started talking to the person next to him.
Old Yuan and Song Qiu went up the gentle slope.
The old man, who looked to be in his sixties, glanced twice, looked away, looked at the old man and said with a smile: "Brother, there are so few people in your village, why do you live separately? I see they are all next to each other here.
, why are these two families alone?"
Mr. Tang also smiled. As he got older, he liked to talk to others and kill time.
"This has to do with our ancestors. Back then, when we fled and settled here, the Song family and the Zhang family escaped all the way, and only a woman with her child was left. There was a lot of trouble in front of the widow's house. No, choosing a place
When we were children, we stayed close to each other so as not to get too close to other men in the village."
"So that's it. Big brother, I see there are no fields in your village, so they all rely on the mountain behind them, right? There must be people going up the mountain every day, right?"
"What can we do if we don't go up to the mountains? Nowadays, mountain mushrooms are blooming. People who go up to the mountains every day to collect mountain mushrooms and collect firewood are all doing these things, right?"
"Haha, that's it, that's it."
"By the way, little brother, you said you are from Stone Village across the street?" Mr. Tang turned his eyes and fixed his smile on the old man's face.
My granddaughter is talking about marriage. I heard that there is a young man named Housheng in your village. He is a good farmer. He is not bad himself. Can you recognize him, little brother? "
The old man was startled without any trace, and then he smiled and said: "You know, you know, Big Brother is talking about welfare students? That's the one I grew up watching! He is a good boy, and he is definitely the right one to choose as his son-in-law!"
Mr. Tang nodded and stroked his long beard, "I feel relieved to hear you say that, but I heard that he has also been looking for a matchmaker recently. I wonder if he has found a match?"
"...I don't know about this. If big brother wants to know, I will help you find out when I get back?"
"Well, I'll excuse you." Mr. Tang was a bit rheumatoid. He grabbed the crutches on the side with trembling hands, stood up with support, and said with a smile: "Brother, I have to go home for dinner this time.
Do you want to go home for dinner with me?"
The old man gave him a weak hand, but when he saw that although the old man's hands were shaking, he was still agile, he stopped his hand. Hearing this, he waved his hands hurriedly, "No, no, I have to go home, otherwise my son will have to find me."
Come on! Big brother, please go home slowly!"
"Okay, come and talk to me next time you are free." Mr. Tang smiled and walked slowly towards the village on crutches.
After walking for a while, the village chief's eldest grandson came out to look for someone. When he found someone, he quickly came up to help him, "Grandpa, go home for dinner!"
"Hey! Isn't it time to come back?"
Mr. Tang responded and was supported by his great-grandson back home.
I accidentally looked back and saw that the old man had disappeared. They were all elderly people, and they actually walked more efficiently than him.
Something flashed in Mr. Tang's eyes, and it disappeared in an instant.