Mao Xiang sighed and replied, what can Dad do. If you don't go out to find a way to make money, how can you support your family if you succumb to your home. Besides, you're eighteen this year, so I have to figure it out for you. You have to pay for everything to build a house and marry a relative.

Xingzai's heart was filled with a feeling that he had never felt before, and the corners of his eyes were a little moist. He said, "You don't need to worry about my business." I can handle it myself.

Mao Xiang patted Xingzai's shoulder lovingly, and said with a smile, silly baby, I don't worry about you as a father, who else will plan for you.

Xingzi has the heart to say, there is a grandmother. The words came to his lips and he swallowed them back gently. Of course, he knew that Mao Xiang and Xylophone had reached an impasse now, and he couldn't use such words to stimulate him, break his heart, and embarrass him.

Mao Xiang said, after I left, you often went to take care of your Aunt Full Moon. A woman's family, if there is a difficulty in the field at home, she must want to help her out, don't wronged her. When he said this, Mao Xiang's eyes showed a look of pleading and guilt.

Xingzi immediately understood the meaning in Mao Xiang's eyes. He replied happily, Dad, don't worry. With me, it's fine.

Mao Xiang put his mind at ease and said, let's go back. It's so cold, don't freeze and catch a cold.

Before leaving, Xingzi handed the big, fat hare to Mao Xiang and asked him to take it back to stew rabbit meat to eat. Mao Xiang didn't answer, and said, your grandmother's family has a large population, so keep it. Seeing that Xingzi was not attached, Mao Xiang took the little mountain hare, carried the dry firewood, and walked towards his courtyard with difficulty.

Mao Xiang's staggering back was deeply imprinted in Xingzi's mind, and it lingered for a long time.

In the days that followed, Xingzai remembered Mao's request to take care of the full moon, and often went to take care of the full moon. Especially the work in the field, from time to time I also intervene to help, and I don't know what to say when the full moon is moved.

Xingzi thinks that he has grown up a lot and matured a lot.

Problems that don't need to be considered by oneself, things that don't need to be done by oneself, can be considered independently and begin to try to do it. While thinking and doing, he thought he was very satisfied. For example, after accepting his father's request, he kept the full moon farm work in mind. From time to time, he will help out, but he will never accept any act of gratitude from the full moon. On the surface of the full moon, Xingzi for the first time has the flamboyant psychology and satisfaction brought by the strong to help the weak.

Every time I listen to the words of gratitude from the full moon, Xingzi feels that he has really grown up, become a person, and can stand tall in Xinghua Village, be able to cope with any hardships and hardships, and be able to play the world inside and outside the mountain in his own hands. Some trivial things that happened in the village were not put in his eyes. Among the villagers, whether they are old or young, or shrewd, or honest, they are not in his heart. His heart is gradually getting bigger, so big that it is boundless, so big that it can swallow the sun and the moon in the clear sky, and it can fit the peaks and rivers.

All day, his mind was full of boundless fantasies. He can imagine that he is a chivalrous man who walks the rivers and lakes. It can fly into the sky, it can bend over the ground, it can do anything, and it can live forever. Xinghua Village is such a small hill, and it is by no means his apricot boy's lifelong life. The new things outside the mountain brought by Bangwa from time to time aroused him more and more intensely to the extent of uncontrollable admiration and yearning. He felt that only the world outside the mountains was a place for him to gallop freely. However, this kind of good wishes and charming ideas will always be interrupted or extinguished by Mao Sheng for no reason. Just when he was thinking about it in the dark, and he forgot who his surname was, there was an inopportune voice from Mao Sheng. Either go up to the mountains to collect firewood, or go down to work in the fields, or clean up the yard, or eat and sleep. Mao Sheng is like a ghost that never disperses, wandering around him all day long, and he can't get rid of it for a moment, and he can't escape. [End of Chapter]