The "old man" mooed twice, turned his head to look at the sour dates warmly, and reminded him that when he got home, he had to open the gate of the wattle fence. The "old man" is a cow, which is the name that the sour jujube gave to it in private. It is the most intimate and beloved companion of sour jujube. During the day, they are inseparable behind the buttocks of sour jujubes. At night, when the sour jujube is lonely, it is for him to entertain and relieve boredom. The sour jujube patted the cow's round neck lovingly.

As soon as the fence gate was opened, Jing'er ran out of the gate of the east courtyard. He held a hard-boiled egg that was dyed red in one hand, and ran towards the sour jujube and shouted, Second master, second master, my family has a little younger brother. You don't go to see it.

Only then did the sour jujube notice that a piece of red cloth was carried on the gate of Maosheng's house, and red chopsticks, a bow and arrow made of wattles and garlic were tied to the drooping two horns. I understand that Maosheng's daughter-in-law has already given birth and is a male baby.

The custom here is that whoever gives birth to a baby must hang a red cloth on the door of their house. When a boy was born, he tied chopsticks, bows and arrows, and garlic to a red cloth. gave birth to a female baby, so she only tied garlic. Where this custom came from is unverified. Why these objects are hung, and there are differences, no one can say for sure. Zhenfu's own brother, that is, Li Zhenshu, the father of the four seasons, once nagged, saying that after giving birth to a baby, the red cloth was hung in front of the door, firstly, to seek good fortune and ward off evil spirits; If it's inconvenient, don't go to the door again. If you should send something, you will know what to send. Zhenshu went to private school for a few years in his early years, and he was the most knowledgeable master in the village before he came to the xylophone, and he knew a little bit about yin and yang geography. His words, the villagers believe the most, and they all say that it is such a reason.

drove the cow into the yard, Jing'er stuffed the remaining half of the egg into the sour jujube's hand, and insisted on letting the sour jujube put him on the cow's back. The sour jujube smiled and lifted him onto the back of the cow and led the cow around the yard. Le De Jing'er slapped the cow's back with his back and shouted, "Ride, ride!"

At this time, Mao Sheng entered the west courtyard with a bowl of porridge and a few hot cakes. He scolded Jing'er and said, come down quickly, your second master wants to eat. He also said to the sour jujube, second uncle, the baby is a boy again. I've cooked some more, so don't get angry, just eat here while it's hot.

The sour jujube took it busily and said, look, look, I don't want to serve the good baby, but I think about me first. That's what to say, this is what to say.

Maosheng took Jing'er off the cow's back and said, Second uncle, I have to go back. The family hasn't eaten yet, and no one in the East House can't do it. Jing'er is too noisy to prevent you from eating.

The sour jujube hurriedly replied, not hindered, not hindered. You're back, you're back.

Mao Sheng and the two returned to the east courtyard, and the west courtyard was immediately clean. In addition to the sound of cows chewing forage, all that remains is the sound of sour dates made by themselves.

The west room was a mess, with hay, rakes, bridles, saddles, etc., piled up everywhere, and the house was full of cow commotion and mildew. A bed rests against the east gable, on which are stacked with shabby quilts and shiny clothes stained with putty. In the corner of the head of the bed by the south window, a rickety dining table was set up out of stones and a few wooden boards. On the side, three stones were inserted into a pot frame, and a black pot was placed on it. The walls had been blackened by smoke and fire, and wisps of cobwebs were floating everywhere.

With the hot rice sent by Maosheng, the sour jujube did not go off fireworks. He caught the cold boiling water, and ate the porridge and cakes with a sigh of relief, feeling hot in his stomach, which was very pleasant.

Since Maosheng came back, he often didn't make fireworks. The xylophone always asked Mao Sheng to bring hot meals every now and then. In the east courtyard, I often think of the strange voice of the xylophone: Maosheng, send some food to the second uncle. Then, there will be a simple echo of Maosheng: It's miles, it's miles. Muqin also said to the sour jujube that he wanted him to come to the east courtyard to eat with a gang, saying that it was just a matter of having an extra scoop of water and a pair of chopsticks, so as to save himself from working in a cold pot and a cold stove. The sour jujube was flattered and said, no, no, they are all used to it, and they are not busy.