The yard of my hometown is quite large, and the concrete floor has cracked. In the middle of winter, there is still a small purple flower plant that came out of the crack, and a small purple flower bloomed tremblingly in the cold wind.
Song Tan stared at the flower, feeling that the environment had changed and even this little wild flower had become more beautiful.
Song Sancheng put his luggage in the main room and called his daughter quickly:
"Tantan, it's cold outside, hurry inside and warm yourself by the fire."
He also rubbed his hands and feet: "It's so cold when riding a motorcycle!"
Song Tan was slow to react for a moment - yes, it is indeed very cold when riding a bike in winter.
But she didn't feel much.
I spread my hands and saw that the palms of my hands were as white as jade. It seemed that I had worked hard to repair my body in the car accident, hoping to avoid the fate of death. As a result, my body had been tempered to a certain extent.
However, it is very limited.
For example, at this moment, a gust of cold wind blew by, and Song Tan's body shivered uncontrollably. She was stunned for a moment, and then quickly rushed into the house.
This is a heated hut.
The area was small. There was an iron stove in the corner next to the window, with a square iron plate on top. The flue was made long, bending at the ceiling, and spreading to the wall hole on the other wall.
In this way, the flames in the furnace are blazing, and the hot and sultry smoke is discharged from the house through the flue. As long as the fire is lit, the whole house will be warm and cozy, comparable to a heated room in the Northeast.
Song Sancheng hasn't seen his daughter for a long time - that's one of the disadvantages of working in a big city. There are few holidays and it's hard to buy tickets during rush hour.
The last time I saw you was during the Chinese New Year.
But I only had three days off, and I had to work overtime on the fourth day of the Lunar New Year, which was very hard.
He only got such a daughter when he was thirty-five years old. Every day, the daughter said what she wanted. Even after his son was born, it was still the same habit.
After thinking about it for a while, I didn’t know what to say, so I stretched out my ruthless iron hand and took down the roasted sweet potatoes from the stove:
"Are you hungry? Eat a sweet potato cushion!"
He was not afraid of being burned, and Song Tan was not afraid now either. At this moment, he reached out and took it: "Dad, you can eat it too."
"I won't eat it!" Song Sancheng quickly waved his hand: "When I was a child, you used to make sweet potatoes for us to eat every day. If we eat too much of this, we will get heartburn and injury."
Song Tan was silent for a moment.
And Song Sancheng finally found the topic: "How long will you stay at home when you come back this time?"
Song Tan opened her mouth. Obviously in the world of cultivating immortals, she had always been a straightforward person who would do anything if she was not convinced, but at this moment, the words she spoke were as heavy as a thousand pounds.
"Dad, I quit my job and want to go home and farm."
Song Sancheng fell silent for a moment, and then he sighed: "Tan Tan, you don't know the hard work of farming."
"I'm not afraid of people laughing at you, a college student, when you come back to farm, but you really can't bear the hardship."
The implication is that I disagree.
Song Tan was not in a hurry: "Dad, when I was a child, I pulled peanuts, broke corn, picked tea leaves and watered the vegetable garden. I also did farm work."
"How much work can you do?"
Song Sancheng pointed at the spray bucket placed in the utility room opposite: "You can't even carry that bucket!"
It was an old-fashioned blue plastic spray bucket. It weighed thirty kilograms when filled with water. You had to carry it around when spraying.
But compared to digging tea mountains, cutting rice and transplanting rice seedlings, this is already an extremely easy job.
Don’t think that people in rural areas don’t use pesticides. Cordyceps is very resistant to pesticides these days. Everyone else is using it. If you don’t use it, then just wait until the grain and tea leaves are eaten up!
While talking, Wu Lan came into the house with a basin of milky white fish soup. The lingering fragrance filled the air. Even though there was still a slight smell of impurities in it, it was much better than what he tasted during the day.
"Tantan, drink more soup tonight. Your father caught the crucian carp from that wild pond. It is very nutritious. Please take more of it."
I turned around and saw the small piece of gauze on my daughter's head. After hearing that it was accidentally knocked on, I became more determined to serve my daughter two more bowls of soup at night!
Wulan placed the basin on the iron table of the stove to heat it up, and then he saw the sweet potato in Song Tan's hand:
"Tantan, don't eat the sweet potatoes yet. These are our local sweet potatoes with white hearts. They are chewy and choking. Save them for the night. Don't wait until you can't eat."
After saying that, without waiting for an answer, he hurried back to the kitchen.
Song Tan put the sweet potatoes aside and looked at Song Sancheng's complicated expression. Then he picked up the heavy blue medicine bucket, opened the faucet on the side, and poured water directly into it.
"Tantan!"
Song Sancheng also came out - looking at his daughter's effortless movements, he felt sad for some reason.
My daughter has been obedient and sensible since she was a child. She is frugal and not willing to spend money while working outside, just for this family.
Now the child has an injury on his head, and he said he resigned when he came back. He must have been wronged in Ning Province... Also, he is working overtime every time he calls, and the house he lives in is so small, how can he not endure hardship?
At this moment, Song Sancheng was already shaken.
If the children want to come back and farm, they can farm. If they really can't bear the hardship, the worst they can do is find a job in their urban area. It will be close to home at least.
Just as Song Sancheng was about to speak, he saw that the spray bucket was already full, and his daughter, who "cannot endure hardship," was carrying it like a toy bear.
At this moment, Song Sancheng, a fifty-eight-year-old authentic farmer, looked at his rough hands and felt confused:
Why do I think that bucket is heavy?
Am I getting old?
…
At this moment, a cheerful shout suddenly came from the distance:
"elder sister!"
Song Tan subconsciously turned her head and saw a young boy wearing a black cotton vest running from the road. He had long legs and was about 1.8 meters tall. He was thin. But his skin was fair and he had a small dimple on his cheek.
At this moment, he ran over with a smile, his whole body was filled with joy:
"sister!"
This is her younger brother Song Qiao. His physical age is eighteen years old, but his mental age is...six years old.
Wulan gave birth to him when he was forty years old. There was no custom of prenatal check-ups in the countryside. As a result, he was born like this, always retaining the mind of a six or seven-year-old.
But he is very well-behaved and sensible. Song Tan single-handedly raised him when he was young.
Until she left home to go to school and then stayed in Ning Province...
Song Qiao stood in front of Song Tan, with bright eyes, looking at her obediently, like a puppy.
Song Tan stretched out her hand, and the boy obediently lowered his head and touched his cold face for her: "Qiao Qiao."
"Um!"
"I'll come back and stay with you, okay?"
"Okay!" said loudly.
Then he looked at Song Sancheng hesitantly: "But dad said, you have to make money, it's very tiring, and I can't pester you."
Song Tan laughed and went to check his hands again to see if the nails were clean - he was very good and didn't pick at the mud in the winter.
"It's too tiring to make money. My sister doesn't want to make any more. Come back and stay with Qiaoqiao and your parents. Let's go together. Okay?"
Song Qiao didn't know what it meant for a rare college student in the village to come back to farm. He just cheered:
"Great!"
"Don't be afraid, sister! I can grow corn and I'll feed you!"
At this time, even Song Sancheng, who had been looking grim, laughed:
"You can put corn kernels into the pit and break them off from the pole. How can you grow corn!"
Thank you Qianqiu for the reward, and thank you all for your support! This article is still slow to gain steam.
Prices, countryside, farming, environment, climate, each place has different living habits. I promise I am not writing blindly. So don’t worry when you see different opinions, just treat it as a trip to a distant rural area.
