Cui Hong smiled bitterly, took her husband's empty bowl, turned around and went to serve rice on the stove, and a few tears fell into the white rice.

Raised his sleeve and wiped it on the corner of his eyes, turned around, Cui Hong was still the same as before, not angry or annoyed, handed the rice bowl to her husband, and said: "Young man, who doesn't have a momentary temper? ”

Zhao Chenghai finally didn't say anything, and lowered his head to pick up rice.

Zhao Zhenhua developed a habit at school, eating quickly, pulling a bowl of rice into his stomach, getting up and sending the empty bowl back to the stove, wiping his mouth, and walking to his bedroom.

Zhao Chenghai said: "Take the flat rope and pick up the 'six grains' straw on the head of Donggang!"

In the area of Dongwan Village, corn is not called corn, nor is it called bud valley, it is called 'land valley', and if it is written, it is 'six grains', six of four, five or six. Placing corn alongside grains and ranking closely after grains can be regarded as an emphasis on it.

Zhao Zhenhua once discussed with Annette Lu and felt that Liugu was a very cultural name. There is a poem in the pipa line, gently and slowly twisting and wiping and picking, at the beginning of the neon dress after the sixth, the word "six" here is also read as "land". Liugu and Liuyu, the two six-character readings are the same, so that Liugu also has some literary tone and elegant rhyme.

But now, Zhenhua hates these six grains and six grains of straw. Not only for the six grains, but also for the other five grains, and everything in his hometown, he hated it to the core. Even, he now hates Pipa Xing and Bai Juyi together!

He ignored his father's words, went straight into his room, and collapsed on the bed in a daze.

"The limbs are not diligent, the grains are not divided, after Lao Tzu dies, you drink the northwest wind!" Zhao Chenghai was so angry that he scolded his son's door again.

Cuihong felt sorry for her son, and gave her husband a look, saying, "The child has just eaten, let him rest for a while and then go to work." On a hot day, don't get sick. ”

"Joke, I'm still tired of eating, I want to rest for a while? It's been a month since the beginning of autumn, and I can still have a fever problem? I don't also work every day, why don't I have a fever problem? A loving mother is so defeated!" Zhao Chenghai glared. When he was angry with his son, he poured his anger on his wife.

Cui Hong gave her husband a roll of the eyes, got up to clean up the dishes and chopsticks, and washed on the stove.

Zhao Chenghai lit a cigarette, inhaled and exhaled, with a sigh.

Cui Hong's hands and feet were quick, she cleaned up the pots and pans, wiped her hands on her apron, and said in a low voice: "Zhenhua is making such a fuss today, Xiulian's parents must be unhappy." I still have twenty eggs at home, so I'll take them and make amends to them. I heard about Xiulian's father...... Qiangwen has lung cancer and won't live long, even if we go to see ......"

Zhao Chenghai suddenly smiled and said, "Lu Qiangwen's lung cancer? I don't think it's his lung cancer, it's your brain cancer!"

Cui Hong frowned, squinted her eyes and said, "Old thing, why do you talk, I hope I die of brain cancer, you go to find a little eighteen?"

Zhao Chenghai took out another cigarette, picked up the remaining cigarette butts, and said: "Fake! Lu Qiangwen's lung cancer is fake, and he found someone from the county hospital and blindly opened the treatment list, in order to deceive his daughter into believing it, so that he could marry his daughter! I heard that some of his son-in-law's relatives are in the county hospital. ”

Cui Hong was a little unconvinced, and muttered, "No, Lu Qiangwen...... So ruthless, curse yourself to death?"

Zhao Chenghai sneered: "It's really fake, you can always see it in the future." If he lives more and more energetically, it is fake, and if he lives more and more cowardly, and dies in a year and a half, then it is true!"

Cui Hong thought for a while, took the basket of rice and walked into the bedroom at the west end, and said, "No matter what, I'll go and make amends to others first." ”

Zhao Chenghai felt sorry for these twenty eggs, looked at his son's door, and wanted to open his mouth to scold a few words, but he couldn't help it. The daughter can't help the mother, the son can't help the father, in case he scolds this stunned young man in a hurry, he will do it with himself, but he will be laughed at by the whole village.

After a while, Cui Hong carried a basket of rice washing, covered the twenty eggs with a red pillow towel, went out the back door, and went to Lu Qiangwen's house.

Zhenhua was in a daze in the room, listening to his parents' words clearly.

But what if you hear it? Xiulian is already married, and everything is over.

At this time, Annette Lu should be in the house of the greasy man with safflower, waiting for tonight's candles in the cave room, right?

Maybe Annette Lu knew that her father's lung cancer was fake. After all, Annette Lu graduated from high school and was literate and hyphenated, but her father was illiterate, and she fell to the ground with a flat shoulder, and she couldn't recognize the word 'one'. Lu Qiangwen wanted to deceive Annette Lu, it was not easy.

After analyzing it like this, Zhao Zhenhua felt that Annette Lu still deceived herself today. She just doesn't want to stay in Dongwan Village, she just wants to marry in the county seat. She's cheap, she just likes the greasy smell of safflower greasy men!

The woman who squatted and peeed, her words were really unbelievable! She also lit incense and set up wine, and under the gardenia tree, she made three knots, and she married your mother, and you safflower greasy man!

In his thoughts, Zhao Zhenhua became even more irritable, grabbed a pillow and smashed it on the wall at the head of the bed, then jumped up, walked out of the bedroom, touched a box of matches from the stove, went straight out of the door, and walked towards Donggangtou in front of the village.

The autumn sun was dazzling outside the door, the sun was shining on the skin, and there was a faint stinging pain.

Zhao Zhenhua strode into the field, ran to his own field in Donggangtou, drew a match, lit the dried corn stalks, and then picked up a burning straw, and set fire all the way to the entire field.

The flames soared into the air, the tongue of fire swayed, just like Zhou Lang's red cliff, and the canopy was extinguished.

Zhao Zhenhua sat on the ridge of the upwind outlet, looking at the hunting fire in front of him, and then he felt a little more comfortable.

"Huazi, you burned the six grain stalks, beware of your dad cleaning you up!" At the other end of the ridge, Liu Zhigao from the village walked over with a flat shoulder.

Zhao Zhenhua smiled and didn't speak.

Liu Zhigao walked over, put down the flat burden, sat next to Zhao Zhenhua, took out a cigarette, and handed one to Zhao Zhenhua.

"Senior Master, I don't smoke. Zhao Zhenhua shook his head.

Liu Zhigao is the third, in his early thirties, and Zhenhua's father is a distant cousin, and the younger generation in the village all call him the third master, and some directly call him the third in high school.

"Bullshit! If a farmer doesn't smoke, how can he live his life!" Liu Zhigao couldn't help but say, stuffed the cigarette butt into Zhao Zhenhua's mouth, lit a fire for him, lit one himself, and said: "Smoking, when you learn to smoke, you will get used to this rural life." ”

Zhao Zhenhua took a puff of cigarette and smiled indifferently: "I'm used to it." ”

Liu Zhigao smiled: "You are used to a fart! If you are used to it, you will not set fire to the six grain straws." You must know that rural people live in two words, diligence and thrift. You don't want to work now, burn the stalks. In the spring of the next year, when there is not enough grass to burn the pot, you will have to buy carbon balls. In our village, you are the first person to set fire to the grass. It is said that Wang Xiang, the pig killer, is rich, and I have never seen him as atmospheric as you!"

Zhao Zhenhua felt that what the third master said was reasonable, he was lazy if he didn't pick straw, and it was a waste to burn straw. It is exactly the opposite of the spirit of diligence and thrift of our ancestors. Thinking of this, Zhao Zhenhua faintly regretted it, but the fire in front of him was already a prairie fire and could not be remedied.

Liu Zhigao finished smoking the cigarette in his hand and patted Zhao Zhenhua on the shoulder: "Do it well! After a year, you will know that the farmer also has the happiness of the farmer, which is lighter than studying!"

Zhao Zhenhua nodded, hummed, and felt a little more comfortable in his heart.

Liu Zhigao stood up, patted the dust and grass clippings on his buttocks, and prepared to go to his field to pick corn stalks.

However, before Liu Zhigao left, he saw Zhao Chenghai rushing towards this side on the machine farming road in front of the village, with a flat pole in his hand, like a whirlwind.

Zhao Zhenhua also saw his father rushing over, his heart was furious, and he stood up and watched blankly.

"Little beast, I'll kill you today!" Zhao Chenghai roared again and again, crossing the field and climbing the ridge, just like Zhao Zilong fighting Changsaka, wearing stubbornness and murderous spirit.

"Zhenhua, your father is not here to put out the fire, he is here to beat you, hurry up!" Liu Zhigao saw the signs and turned around and said.

"I'm not leaving!" Zhao Zhenhua shook his head, ready to break his leg.