Don't look at this family, it seems to be very fierce at this time, but after a while, it seems like nothing has happened.

At dinner, when the family sat around the table, eating fragrant meals and roasting the warm fire, Liu Yuanhe said worriedly: "There are still a lot of oranges in this mountain, I hope it won't rain tonight, so I can go into the mountains to pick a day tomorrow." ”

"Look at the weather, it's going to rain eighty percent, and the wind is wet. As my mother spoke, the door was blown open by the wind, and a cold wind instantly swept into the small kitchen, blowing all three of them a little chilly.

Even the firewood in the stove was almost blown out.

Liu Qingshan hurriedly put down the dishes and chopsticks and ran to the firewood room in the yard, took an arm-thick firewood back and stuffed it into the stove: "It's really cold outside, much colder than in the house, I'm afraid it will really rain tomorrow." ”

"Alas. Liu Yuanhe looked at the gradually rising stove fire and sighed, "If this is the case, it is estimated that the oranges will really have to be ruined by the animals in the mountains." ”

"Oh, don't mention your orange. As soon as Liu Qingshan heard the oranges now, he couldn't help but think of the way his father looked at those women during the day, and he was not angry in his heart, "Anyway, no matter how much your oranges are ruined, don't think that I will help you again." ”

"If you don't help, you won't help. Liu Yuanhe took a sip of Sichuan Broken Pig's Tail Soup, and said disdainfully, "I didn't ask you to help me." ”

Now, after drinking this Sichuan broken pigtail soup for a few days, I feel that my body bones are indeed a lot tougher.

I don't know if it's a psychological effect, or if the soup boiled by this stinky boy is really effective.

Anyway, with his current body, let alone picking oranges, it is picking the moon in the sky, as long as there is a way for him to walk, he can pick it.

Of course, you also need a bed, a pillow, a quilt, and half a pound of rice wine to get slightly drunk, and then lie in, sleep comfortably, and dream or something, not to mention picking the moon, or picking the sun.

When he was sleeping, the mountain wind blew louder and louder, and Liu Qingshan was so cold that he couldn't help but roll up the quilt from small to large, and kept cursing this ghost weather in his heart, all the same.

Two days ago, during the daytime, the sun could still bask people in heat stroke, but as a result, the wind direction changed, and the cold air came.

Immediately afterwards, the sound of the mountain wind was mixed with some rustling sounds.

The rain really fell.

Liu Qingshan was not very sure, so he hurriedly got up and leaned on the window.

He lived in the innermost room, with the window against the gable of the mountain behind him, only a meter or two apart.

The gable was overgrown with weeds and some small shrubs, and it was not to rustle when it was beaten by the drizzling autumn rain.

"Alas, it seems that we won't be able to go into the mountains tomorrow to dig bamboo shoots. Liu Qingshan watched the rain falling silently outside the window in the light coming out of the house, but he didn't have the leisure to appreciate the autumn rain that was praised as a poetic dream.

For a small farmer like him, rain only means that you can't work in the fields, you can't work in the mountains, and maybe even the few sets of clothes you have will be delayed because of the rain, and then there will be no more clothes to change.

So, he didn't sing the damn autumn rain that Yaxing sang.

By morning, the rain was still falling. The drizzle of last night, after a night of hard work, had gathered into a trickle on the roof, and it was now rolling down from the black tiles with joy.

"Mom, why are you getting up so early on a rainy day?" Seeing that his mother was already busy in the kitchen, Liu Qingshan stretched his waist and said, "It's raining, and you don't know how to sleep a little longer." ”

"Am I not afraid that you will get up early?" Wu Cuimei said as she looked at her son, who had finally slept lazily, "I originally thought that you would go into the mountains in the rain to dig bamboo shoots, so I wanted to get up early to stop you and persuade you not to go into the mountains on rainy days." ”

"Mom, you look down on me too much. Liu Qingshan brushed his teeth and said, "If I want to be diligent to this point, then our family will already be well-off." ”

"Hehe, you're not lazy now. It's definitely not comparable to someone like the village chief, but it's much better than someone like your uncle. ”

"Strong fart. Dad stretched out of the room, "His uncle has three children, and he is only one, why is he better than his uncle?"

See, that's the difference between a father and a mother.

Liu Qingshan rolled his eyes: "That's not because you can't do it? If you can, you can give birth to a few more younger brothers and sisters to set an example for me, can I do this?"

"I can't, I can't, can I give birth to you stinky boy?" Liu Yuanhe was so angry that he almost threw his slippers over.

Although the rain was not very heavy today, the family did not go out and stayed at home.

It wasn't until lunchtime that my mother came back from the vegetable garden in a hurry, and the family's comfortable and leisure days were broken.

With my mother, I was anxious and braved the drizzle to return home, as well as the village chief's wife.

The village chief's wife was a woman in her forties, a little fat, not tall, with short hair curled up on her head, covered with fallen leaves and grass seeds.

Her clothes were soaked from the rain, and a few strands of disheveled hair were still sticking to her forehead, looking a little embarrassed.

Before Liu Qingshan and Liu Yuanhe could recover from her embarrassment, she took Liu Qingshan's hand and said impatiently: "Qingshan, quickly, follow me into the mountain." ”

"What's wrong?" Liu Qingshan didn't react for a while, followed by a stumbling, and almost didn't pounce on the ground to eat.

"Your village chief uncle was crushed by wood in the mountains, you come with me. The village chief's aunt choked up and said, "Let's go, talk as we go." ”

"I'll go too. Liu Yuanhe put down the pigtail soup in his hand and was about to follow.

Liu Qingshan pushed him: "Don't follow to make trouble, I'll just go, you can take your medicine well." ”

Although it was imminent to rescue the village chief, Liu Qingshan knew very well that the yellow mud mountain road that had been drenched overnight must be wet and slippery, and only a hard-working person like the village chief would brave the rain to go into the mountain to work.

After persuading his father with a word, Liu Qingshan hurriedly followed the village chief's aunt to the mountain.

"This morning I told him not to go into the mountains, but he didn't listen, so he had to go into the mountains to pull wood. You also know that your village chief uncle has been busy with the affairs of the village all these years, and he can't even take care of his own family, so as long as he is free, he has to find a job to do. A few days ago, I bought a few big fir trees in the village, the wood is as thick as a big iron pot, and ordinary people are not willing to take this job at all, but your village chief and uncle saw that there was a little money to be made, so he completely ignored his own body and bought all those big fir trees in one go. ”

The village chief's aunt trotted away into the mountains with Liu Qingshan, and told Liu Qingshan about the cause and effect of the incident.