After eating the roasted sweet potatoes, the collected sweet potatoes and sweet potato leaves have to be carried down the mountain in baskets on poles.
Xu Fuqiang can pick two baskets by himself.
Lin Kai volunteered to carry it, but when he put the pole on his shoulders, his bent calves trembled and could not straighten up. His shoulders were as heavy as a branding iron, and his shoulders and neck felt a burning pain. He tried his best.
I want to try again.
Grandpa was also afraid that someone would get hurt, so he stopped him: "You young people can't stand it, I'll do it."
"Then how can I let grandpa come?" Lin Kai didn't let him pick it. After all, he couldn't even lift it himself. It was so heavy, so don't let Zijun's grandpa get hurt.
The old man was a stubborn man and waved Lin Kai away. He grabbed the hemp rope on the basket with both hands and lifted the pole onto his shoulder. With his sinking body, he lifted the two baskets easily.<
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Lin Kai:(ΩДΩ)
Grandpa is so strong.
Xu Zijun arranged: "There are a few more here. Two people can carry one on a pole. It will be just right. I will carry the sweet potato leaves and leave my sister empty-handed."
"Okay."
"Okay."
Xu Qingzhi was free and did not fight with them.
Facing the warm yellow sunset going down the mountain, Xu Qingzhi idly picked two strong sweet potato vines from the sweet potato leaf basket, skillfully broke them left and right, and the two sweet potato vine 'necklaces' were ready.
She walked last and hung the sweet potato vine chain on her brother's ear.
"Sister, I don't want this." Xu Zijun refused.
Xu Qingzhi teased him: "When you were little, you still fought for me from me, and you still cried when I didn't give it to you."
Several roommates nearby laughed.
Xu Zijun was holding something in his hand and couldn't free his hands to drop it, so he had to shake it with his head. The chain of the sweet potato vine swayed, but it was very stable and had no intention of being thrown off.
"Mom, grandma, that brother has necklaces on his ears. He's so beautiful~" A childish voice sounded.
Not far away, a family was taking a walk, coming this way.
He is an old acquaintance in the village.
Xiao Dongxiang greeted enthusiastically, "Uncle, these are sweet potatoes harvested from the field."
"Yes, thanks to the help of a few young people, you can take some to eat." Grandpa put down the basket, picked up a few large sweet potatoes from it, and gave them to people.
"No, no, no, uncle." Xiao Dongxiang declined.
The old man continued to stuff people's hands enthusiastically, "Take it, take it, I have a lot of sweet potatoes."
Xiao Dongxiang finally took it and said with a smile: "Okay, I remember that the sweet potatoes grown by my uncle in previous years were the most delicious and delicious."
"It's been hard work for your Rongrong family to deliver meals these days." Grandpa said politely.
Rongrong on the side was wearing long sleeves and trousers, her face was wrapped with a gauze scarf, only her two eyeballs were exposed, her whole body was tight, she was not used to meeting so many people, she still had a strange face, her head was slightly hung, and she didn't dare
Look directly at others, for fear that others will be frightened by your burns.
Ever since we decided to deliver food to Grandpa, the lunch box was placed on the table by the door. Rongrong came quietly, took it and left, then quietly placed it on Grandpa’s table. p>
The Xu family also knows about her situation.
Sometimes, enthusiasm becomes a burden for them.
Normal people can't help but feel pity and sympathy, and those who are hurt are the last thing they need.
Sometimes, even just being quiet and pretending she doesn't exist is better than asking her questions. She doesn't want to expose the scars, and she doesn't know how to answer.
But the older generation don’t have so many ideas and just say whatever they have.
There was a child beside Rongrong, who must have been ** years old. When he saw the sweet potato vine that Xu Qingzhi was breaking, he said with eyes full of love: "This necklace of yours is beautiful, you must give it to me."<
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Xiao Dongxiang looked at the child with a smile, but Rongrong on the side whispered: "You can't do this, this is my sister's thing."
"I don't care, I want it, I want it." The child jumped up in a fuss, but was held by her mother's hand and couldn't come over, so she started beating her mother in a hurry.
"Mom, I want that necklace, I want that."
Most adults think that this thing is just a sweet potato vine, and it is not a valuable thing. If the child wants it, just give it to him. As for the child's trouble, it is because the child is lively, cute and clever.
I saw that Xu Qingzhi had nothing to do and broke off four sweet potato vines. Two were hung on his ears and one was hung on his neck. After twisting the tail, he wore it very securely. There was also one on his hand.
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Then he said to the child: "I won't give it to you. If you hit someone, you are a bad child. I will not give such a beautiful necklace to a bad child."
Her always calm tone took on a bit of natural childlike arrogance when meeting children.
The child was originally crying and screaming "ah ah ah ah", but now he was really crying, with tears leaving marks on his face. He cried miserably.
Xu Zijun had never seen such a funny child. But when he thought about it, it was his sister, so it was normal.
Grandpa defended with a smile: "Don't think our family is over 20 years old. In fact, she is just a child who will not grow up."
Xu Fuqiang winked: "Okay, Qingzhi, stop teasing the child, just give him one."
Xu Qingzhi bent down slightly, touched the child's head, and asked: "Then do you think you should hit someone else?"
The child immediately wiped away his tears and said, "I won't hit anyone. I'm not a bad kid. I'm a good kid. I won't hit anyone."
"Yes." Xu Qingzhi solemnly took off the sweet potato vine chain on his hand, "Come on, call sister, and I will give it to you."
The child stretched out his hands eagerly and said to please: "Sister."
Xu Qingzhi put it in her hand, and her voice was as gentle as a clear stream, "If someone bullies you, you can bully you back, but you can't beat your mother. She gave birth to you and is the person who loves you most in the world. You have to be nice to her.
, know how to cut?"
The child uttered the dialect: "Sister, I am Xiaochai~"
Xu Qingzhi touched her head again, "What a good girl."