On this day, the master borrowed an ox and hitched it to a newly made cart. The first axle made by Manger was installed on the cart. The master and his family sat in the car to visit the temple fair. The master invited Mang
Mang'er thought of his two senior brothers and said: "I won't go. I haven't liked to go shopping since I was a child." The master said loudly: "You think I asked you to go shopping and I asked you to try the axle you made.
Listen to the sound and see what's wrong." Mang'er got on the car. The master sat on the shaft of the car and shook the whip stick, reminding Mang'er from time to time: "What is the problem with this sound? Remember it, the axle is tight.
That's the sound." The teacher's wife was sitting on the wheat straw futon in the carriage, with her waist erect and her water-moistened hair pressed to her temples. The youngest daughter was chirping happily in the carriage. The eldest daughter, Xiaocui, was chirping happily.
Sitting on the back of the cart, he secretly glanced at Mang'er silently. Mang'er sat on the other side of the cart and almost didn't dare to look back, for fear of seeing those eyes. After the ox cart arrived at the temple fair, Mang'er pulled away and came back.
When he came back, he picked up the guy and worked with his two senior brothers. When lunch time was approaching, the senior brother walked up to Mang'er and said: "Brother, my mother has been in bad health for a few days. I told the master, and he asked me to
I'll go back and have a look later in the afternoon. I want to leave early and don't want to have lunch. Don't tell the master that I left at noon." Mang'er deliberately said in a light tone: "Haha, you save the money for the master.
It's not a good meal. Let's talk about it. Brother, I'm so talkative. You can go without worries. Master, I won't tell you if you don't ask. If you ask me, just tell me that you left later in the afternoon." The senior brother patted the sawdust on his body and went out.
I went home. The second senior brother said in a grumpy voice: "Brother, I will give you a leave of absence. I will go to the town to eat out. You go poke my holes for the master, burn my hair, and say that I didn't work."
I'm not afraid." Mang'er stopped the saw in his hand: "Second brother, how can you say that I didn't offend you? I have poked your nests and burnt your hair before. You should say it to the public -" Er
The senior brother walked out of the workshop swaying his slim waist, and spat with a squeak. Mang'er was already used to the evil wind and evil fire of the second senior brother, so he didn't care. He grabbed the handle of the saw again and stepped on it.
On the ground, the other foot stepped on the wooden board, pushing and pulling the saw up and down, making a soft and pleasant squeaking sound, and the crushed sawdust fell to the ground. He was the only one left in the workshop, and it was quiet.
It was rare to encounter such an atmosphere, and he was in a very comfortable mood. He pulled the wooden board leisurely, and the melodious creaking sound of the oxcart driving on the official road in the countryside filled his ears.
The incomparably beautiful sound made by the rolling axle stayed in his heart through his eardrums. At this moment, someone covered his eyes from behind. Manger thought it was the second senior brother who had come back from the restaurant, so he said nonchalantly: "Okay, okay.
"Hey, let go of your hand. You're full in the restaurant, and I have to start making food for myself." The person behind him still didn't say a word or let go. Mang'er used his backhand to scratch the waist of the person behind him, but unexpectedly...
Hearing a clear, shrill scream from a woman, he turned around and saw that it was Xiao Cui, blushing. Xiao Cui said nonchalantly: "Brother Mang'er, I rushed back to cook for you."
What do you want to eat? What do you want to eat? I will cook for you." Mang'er's anxious heart stabilized, and he said with a smile: "Trouble Tuan'er, I love eating Tuantuan fish." Xiaocui flicked it
With long braids, she walked towards the kitchen. When she came to the kitchen door, she turned back and said, "Two people have to cook the rice dumplings. One person cooks and the other stirs. What should I do? You have to pull the two-foot-five for me." Mangwa said.
: "I'm old at cooking pots. When the time comes and you can't take care of it, just call me."
After Xiao Cui came back, the quiet and quiet atmosphere that was extremely rare all year round disappeared in the workshop and the entire courtyard. There seemed to be a mysterious and encouraging atmosphere, and the sounds of pouring water into pots and clinking ladles and bowls
From the small kitchen room, the sound of saws was coming from time to time into the carpentry workshop, which made people excited and frightened. Looking at the saw gap that was almost wide, Mang Wa'er threw down the saw in frustration,
Lying on the big kang in the corner of the workroom, breathing slowly and quietly, Xiao Cuifeng walked in the door. Before he could turn around and sit up, her hand had already hit his balls and wrists.
The stone bracelet she was wearing hurt him. She screamed and lost her temper: "The lazy beast told me to cook the pot for me, but you turned around and asked me to tear off your ears." Mang'er laughed sarcastically.
He rubbed his buttocks that were sore from being spanked: "I thought you didn't help to light the fire." After saying that, he walked out of the door, hurriedly walked through the yard and got into the kitchen. Xiaocui then followed up and asked: "Do you like to eat
The hot and sour soup is used to stir the dough, or the sauteed soup is used." Mang Wa'er said casually: "Both are good, I like to eat them all." Xiao Cui said: "You have no idea what to eat." Mang Wa'er said
Mangwa'er said: "Of course the coriander soup is more fragrant." Xiaocui said: "Go to the street and buy a pound of tofu. If there is still meat, bring a pinch of coriander with you. It has the smell of coriander." Mangwa'er nodded in agreement.
Walking out, Xiao Cui stopped him and said, "You don't take money, so you are rubbing your face into other people's tofu." Mang Wa'er said, "I have some on me." Xiao Cui said, "What you have is yours, you save it."
As he spoke, he lifted up his clothes and took money out of the red bag. Mang Wa'er saw Xiao Cui's green belt and slightly bulging belly, and quickly turned his face. Xiao Cui didn't notice or care at all.
He put the money into Mang'er's hand, grabbed his wrist and said, "Don't drop the money, sir." He pursed his lips and smiled as he watched Mang'er carrying the basket out of the yard.
Mang Wa'er came back from buying tofu and coriander, took out the remaining hemp money and put it on the chopping board, turned around to leave, Xiao Cui raised her face and said: "You are so unruly -" Mang'er panicked
He asked: "What's wrong with me?" Xiao Cui didn't raise his head, and kept chopping radish dices with his hands, and said: "Pick up the money, how did I give it to you just now, what do you do too?"
Give it back to me. What's the matter with leaving it on the table?" Mang Wa'er sighed and picked up the money from the chopping board with a smile, grabbed her hand holding the carrot stick, pressed the money into the palm of her hand, and said: "
"Here, what's the rule?" Xiaocui laughed, transferred the hemp money from her left hand to her right hand, and quickly stuffed it into Mang Wa'er's pocket: "If you are diligent, you love people to death; if you are lazy, you can chase them away with a stick. That's it."
I'll reward you with money for your trip." Mang'er took out the money from his shirt pocket and said, "This - I don't want..." Xiaocui grabbed his extended hand and put it back into his shirt pocket, laughing and saying: "
Put it on, put it on, brother Mang'er, put it on, go to the street and buy some candied guataer, oil and twist flowers to eat; while you're eating, don't forget that the girl bought it for you because she loves you." Mang'er immediately blushed and said something.
He branched off: "You are just picking up the coriander now. It will take a while to burn the pot and turn on the bellows. I will cut off the saw first." Xiao Cui took out the coriander from the basket and threw it into his arms: "Sit down and choose the vegetables. Choose the vegetables.
After that, take out the ashes from the stove. After the ashes are removed, pour water... Do you want to eat the easy rice that I will serve for you?" Mang'er sat on the small stool next to the water tank, choosing vegetables, and the fragrance of coriander filled her nostrils. Xiao Cui sat on
After dicing the radish on the bench in front of the chopping board, he grabbed the tofu and cut it twice. He turned his face and pursed his lips with a smile: "My apron is open. Brother Mang'er, tie it up. My hands are wet."
It's loose." Mang'er hesitated and stood up from the stool, walked behind Xiao Cui and gently tied the loosened apron. Xiao Cui smoothed it with his hands and said, "It's too loose. Untie the belt."
Tie it, tie it tighter." Mang'er untied and tightened it, but before the tie was completed, Xiaocui called out again with bravado: "Ouch, Brother Mang'er, you have broken my waist." Mang'er stopped his hand and asked:
"How should it be tied to fit the size?" Xiaocui picked up the knife and carefully cut the tofu, and said leisurely and contentedly: "You are so stupid, it seems that you have never worn an apron in eight lifetimes. Now that you have tied it, why don't you try it with your hands?"
Insert it with one hand and it will fit." Mang'er re-tied the frenulum and lowered his hands hesitantly. He had tied it three times. He always pinched the frenulum carefully with his fingers to avoid touching Xiao Cui's back.
The moon-white shirt on his waist. He now raised his right palm, followed Xiao Cui's instructions, and inserted it close to the spine. The belt of the apron was stretched on the back of his hand. He first touched the moon-white shirt, and then he felt
There was a strange kind of warmth. At that moment, his whole body trembled and he was stunned. Xiao Cui shouted again: "Ouch, you'll be right if you try it. What are you doing when you put your hands into other people's waists for the whole time?"
"Don't be shy." Mang'er blushed with embarrassment and hurriedly pulled out her hand, muttering to cover up her embarrassment: "You are deliberately making fun of people... I won't eat, I'm leaving." She waved her hands and turned around to leave.
He threw down the knife with a clang and jumped to the door. He put his hands on the door frame, tilted his head and smiled and recited a children's song: "Little brother, you have a bad temper. When you play with others, you don't know how to play. If you don't know how to play, you beat me with your farts. Knocked to the ground."
, I still have to play... Okay, okay, my Kitchen God, please sit down and cook the pot." Mang'er was no longer embarrassed or angry, so he sat down to light the fire and turn on the bellows.
Xiaocui poured oil into the back pot. The firewood smoke at the mouth of the pot choked her so much that she coughed and bent over. She sneezed again and wiped her tears and said: "Brother Mang'er, you are just joking. I'm just saying this to you."
Let me tell you something from the bottom of my heart, you have to practice the ability of pulling a 2-foot-5 man. When you have a wife in the future, your sister-in-law will not complain that you are making smoke but not making fire when you cook the pot..." Mang'er instead sighed calmly: "Oh, yeah, yeah.
My house is so poor that I can’t even lay a table on the Kang. Where can I get the money to marry a wife? I’ll be a bachelor all my life to avoid trouble.” Xiaocui poured the chopped red and white radish into the pot, making a crisp sound, and then used it.
While stirring with the shovel, he looked at Mang'er under the stove and laughed: "Brother Mang'er, don't worry, I will marry you a beautiful wife: a red skirt, a yellow belly, and you will pee when you stick out your shirt. That is a beautiful wife."
, it doesn’t cost anything, there are so many of them on the chun trees, you can catch several with one click..." As he spoke, he burst into tears with laughter. Mang'er threw down the bellows pole and stood up: "You are still making fun of me, a poor boy.
I am here to learn a craft, not your plaything..." Xiaocui stopped laughing, stared at Mang'er in surprise, took two steps forward, and whispered into the angry Mang'er's ear: "You don't want to
Chun’s daughter-in-law will give you a real daughter-in-law. Do you want my sister to be your daughter-in-law?” Mang’er was so frightened that he screamed, covered his ears and sat down on the wooden pier under the stove with a red face: “You——
Are you still making fun of me..." Xiaocui put her hands on her waist and said loudly: "Who is making fun of you? If you dare to ask me, I will go with you. You stand up and lead me away - see if I am making fun of you."
Mang'er sat on the wooden pier and raised his face, looking at Xiao Cui's ruthless attitude, he compromised, and said with a smile: "Quietly, Xiao Cui, be careful that the grocery store will get mad after hearing this."
Cui curled her lips and said, "You talk to me all the time, but you are afraid of a grocery store." Mang'er sighed and said, "You are from a grocery store." Xiao Cui pushed the lid of the front pot away.
, scooped up the boiling water with a wooden ladle and poured it into the fried glutinous rice dumplings in the back pot. He turned his head and smiled and said, "It would be great if my sister were yours. I'm making fun of a poor kid again. Don't worry anymore."
After hearing this, my son hurriedly lowered his head to turn on the bellows, and hurriedly stuffed wood shavings into the stove with his left hand. However, he couldn't help but want to shed tears. He was so suffocated in his chest that he wondered what was wrong with him.