The eight little chickens were chirping and jumping around happily in the yard, so happy.
Song Qiu broke the earthworms he had caught into many small pieces and scattered them on the ground. Once the earthworms were broken into several pieces, they were still digging desperately into the mud, and they were so full of life.
But the chicks came over with a swarm of bee pupae and quickly turned into chicken food.
Song Qiu clapped his hands, stood up, and said to Old Yuan who was chopping pigweed: "It depends on how many of these eight we can feed. It's okay if we can have one or two left, which will be enough for us to eat during the New Year and entertain guests."
Already."
Old Yuan couldn't help but nod as he listened, "It's hard to feed chickens, and we don't have the skills of your Aunt Meifu. I'll be satisfied if I can only feed two or three."
The sky was completely dark, so Song Qiu heated up the winter vegetable porridge that was left over from lunch, and served a plate of courgette mixed with sesame oil, vinegar and soy sauce. The grandfather and grandson sat under the eaves and ate it.
On this day, the mosquitoes were swarming and entangled my feet. Fortunately, my socks and trousers were tightly wrapped, so the mosquitoes couldn't get in and had to go where they could bite.
Song Qiu was quick and slapped the mosquito that had just stuck to his forehead, flicking it aside, "There are a lot of mosquitoes tonight, so be careful when sleeping."
The mosquito bite is itchy, and there is no ointment to apply it.
Old Yuan nodded, and after she had eaten and washed herself, she took a cattail leaf fan to Song Qiu's room, slapped it on the bed over and over again, and when she felt that the mosquitoes were almost done, she put down one side of the bed curtain and took another closer look.
After listening and not hearing the sound of mosquitoes, I put down the other side and pressed it firmly.
"I've wiped out all the mosquitoes for you. You go in and sleep. Don't lift the bed curtain if you have nothing to do. It may be a little hot. I'll use this cattail leaf fan for you. There's still a handful of milk."
Song Qiu took the cattail leaf fan and sent Old Yuan out of the house. Then he came back and carefully and quickly lay down in the mosquito-free bed tent. While fanning himself with the cattail leaf fan, he couldn't help but smile.
When I was a kid in my previous life, there were no air conditioners or fans, so the cattail leaf fan was the most useful.
At that time, she slept with her grandma, and every night her grandma would kill the mosquitoes and close the bed curtain to prevent mosquitoes from biting her.
He also fanned her to let her fall asleep quickly.
Song Qiu smiled as he thought about it.
The breeze from the cattail leaf fan blew, which cooled me so much that I soon fell into a sweet dreamland.
I got up early the next morning, and it was another day of carrying a backpack up the mountain to collect mountain mushrooms.
On the way, Zhang Lihua also talked about the fact that mountain mushrooms are not easy to sell, "My fourth uncle brought two baskets of mountain mushrooms to the town yesterday. By afternoon, most of the baskets were left. I see that the mountain mushrooms are almost gone this year."
, so my grandma asked me to just collect half a day every day, and then go collect pig grass and firewood in the afternoon."
Song Qiuqian didn't know the situation in the town. Now that Lihua said that the mountain mushrooms were no longer easy to sell, he couldn't help but sigh, okay, it seems that the days of picking mountain mushrooms are almost over.
However, I'd better go to the town tomorrow and have a look.
"Then just pick up for half a day. Today I will pick up for the whole day, and you can beat your own firewood in the afternoon. It's the same."
After deciding, the two of them began to pick up the mountain mushrooms in earnest.
The original plan was to spend the day picking mountain mushrooms, add some vegetables from the garden, and head to town early tomorrow morning.
But just after lunch, a man from another village came to pick up the baby with a cart and asked Old Yuan to deliver the baby.
When I asked, it was in the opposite village, which was a bit far away. I didn’t know when I would be able to get back tonight.
Song Qiu sent Old Yuan away and went out. After thinking about it, he decided to continue picking up mountain mushrooms. It would be okay, and it would be the same if she went to sell them alone tomorrow.
Otherwise, there is nothing else to do at the moment, so we can't delay this business.
After escaping the strongest sun in the afternoon, Song Qiu and Zhang Lihua were heading up the mountain, one carrying a basket and the other holding a hatchet.
At that time, Mr. Tang took a walk under the big banyan tree during his lunch break.
As soon as I sat down on the stone ledge under the tree, I saw a person wandering in from outside the village. It was the old man who had been here yesterday.
"Big brother, where are you having a rest? Brother, I came to see you for a leisurely stroll again." The old man said hello with a smile before he came closer.
As soon as Mr. Tang saw the visitor, an almost invisible light flashed across his eyes, and he smiled, "It's my brother? I was talking about you in my heart. You're here just after I sat down. Come here, come here."
Sit down and let us have a good chat."
Among the young men of his age in this village, Mr. Tang seemed to be very enthusiastic as if it was rare to meet such an opportunistic person.
The old man sat down and said first: "Brother, I was on duty yesterday. Is the welfare student you asked me about really from our Stone Village? I went back yesterday to ask specifically, but the welfare student in our village
, I’m still young, so I have no plans to get married!”
"Oh? The health student in your village doesn't say we're related? Could it be that he's the health student from another village? I heard my daughter-in-law talking about Stone Village or something like that. Maybe I was misinformed?" Mr. Tang looked like he had no memory.
Okay, looking confused.
The old man nodded hurriedly, "Maybe, I heard from my family that there is a boy named Housheng in Dazao Village next door who is looking for a matchmaker to marry him. He should be the one I'm talking about, right?"
Mr. Tang nodded, "That may be the case. I'll ask my daughter-in-law later, but I'd rather trouble my brother to find out."
"It's not in the way, it's not in the way. I just have nothing to do." The old man waved his hands.
"My brother is very lucky, his children and grandchildren are all promising!"
"No matter what, I can't compare to you, brother!"
"Why can't we compare? I heard that every household in your Stone Village has a lot of fields. This is the time when you are extremely busy. I have retired for a while. I can walk around and play. Isn't it because the children and grandchildren in the family can make a difference?
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"...Ha, that's right, that's right, thanks to my brother's advice, there's no need for me to do anything else. I just work well and there are many people in the family, so there's no need for me who can't work well!"
"Haha, that means you are blessed."
"Yes, yes, I am also a blessing," the old man said. He glanced at the two little girls walking up the gentle slope and said, "Brother, the children in your village are all hard-working."
It's very cool, everyone says so, but it's true, there's still some sun left, so we're heading up the mountain? Little girl, you're not afraid of being sunburned."
Mr. Tang followed and took a look, "Brother, I also know that our village has no fields, so we rely on the mountains to live on. These two little girls are the most diligent in our village."
He didn't think too much about this, but he felt that it was indeed the case. Aqiu Yazi and Lihua Yazi were both hardworking, but it was not easy for them to spread a reputation for being diligent. It would be good for them.
But I subconsciously forgot that this person was supposed to be on guard, and there was no need to say anything to him about reputation or dishonor.
So he picked up the conversation very quickly and then changed the conversation to something else.
Unexpectedly, the old man asked further, "Then they often go to the mountains to see the sky?"
When Mr. Tang heard that this was wrong, why did this old man always talk about things on the mountain and not on the mountain?