Since Chen's father and Chen's mother left, Xiaoxi and his younger brother moved in, Xiaoxi and her mother-in-law slept in the same bed, and the younger brother slept in the same bed with his grandfather. Sometimes, Xiaoxi wants to sleep with his grandfather for one night, but Chen Yubin doesn't do it, no matter what he says, coercion and temptation can't work, and Xiaoxi can't be angry.

It's like this again tonight, before going to bed, Xiaoxi wants to sleep with his grandfather, so affectionate, but Chen Yubin can't afford to lie on the bed.

I turned off the TV, and because the next day was a weekend, I could go to bed a little later, so the family lay in bed and started chatting with their eyes open.

"At that time, only me and your grandfather were left in the house (in the house), at that time I was poor, I ate one meal a day, or sauerkraut porridge, only a bowl of sauerkraut (describing the rice is particularly thin), most of the bowl of sauerkraut was fished out, and there were only a few grains of rice left at the bottom of the bowl. When he was hungry, he tightened his belt and continued to herd the cattle. Sometimes my sister saw it and told me to tie the cow to a tree outside and go to her house to eat a bowl of rice. Speaking of this, after a pause, Grandpa continued, "Later, there is really no way, so I went to be a soldier." ”

Xiaoxi knew that grandpa had never liked to talk about being a soldier, in his previous life, he only told Xiaoxi why he was a soldier, and then he came back, why he came back, and what happened in the middle, he didn't say a word.

Silence, darkness all around, even more silent all around. Xiaoxi hurriedly diverted the topic, "Grandpa, do you teach any military songs?"

Hearing the military song, the grandfather was obviously in good spirits, and said proudly: "Of course there is." ”

"And do you still sing now?"

Grandpa said firmly: "Yes, I will remember it for the rest of my life." ”

Xiaoxi's eyes suddenly lit up, and he said excitedly: "Grandpa, then you sing to us." ”

Chen Yubin hurriedly got up, supported his arms, and accurately stared at his grandfather through the blurred moonlight coming in from the glass window on the door, "Grandpa, you sing to me." ”

"Okay! Listen. Grandpa Chen cleared his throat, and a deep voice sounded slowly, "Revolutionary soldiers must keep in mind that they should pay attention to the three major disciplines and eight points, first, all actions should be commanded and they can only win victory if they are in unison...... The defense of the motherland will always move forward, and the people of the whole country will support and welcome it. ”

Xiaoxi remembers that in her previous life, her grandfather's military songs and her mother-in-law's stories accompanied her and her younger brother for countless nights.

Xiaoxi remembers that after listening to the "Three Disciplines and Eight Attentions" at that time, I liked it very much and always wanted to learn, but I was still young at that time, I didn't know much words, and the lyrics of this song were too long and not simple, so I didn't learn it at that time. Blinked, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, spat out turbidity, and clapped his hands, "It's good, let's do it again." ”

Chen Yubin was also funny, applauded, and applauded: "Come again." ”

"Well, another majestic and high-spirited crosses the Yalu River, to protect peace for the motherland is to protect the hometown, the good sons and daughters of China unite together, resist US aggression and aid Korea, defeat the wolf ...... of US imperialist ambitions" "The red glow flies in the west mountain at sunset, the soldiers return to the camp when they shoot targets, the red flowers on their chests reflect the colorful glow, and the happy singing is flying all over the sky......"

From "Three Disciplines and Eight Points of Attention" to "Battle Songs of the Chinese People's Volunteers" to "Return from Target Shooting," although there are only three songs, which have been sung repeatedly, they have been sung to the hearts of the people, bringing people to the battlefield where the war is raging.

With the singing, the brook unconsciously fell asleep.

"Uh-huh......" opened his eyes suddenly, and Xiaoxi found that he could only hear the faint sound of breathing and the snoring of his mother-in-law, and looked towards the window, only to see that it was pitch black outside, and even the moonlight was gone. Xiaoxi remembered that she hadn't entered the space yet, so she hurried into the space.

More than a year ago, Xiaoxi's spiritual sense broke through the second layer, and it could harvest and sow ten acres of crops or control mental power for two hours, so the trees on the mountain had already been cut down, and the big pond had been dug up.

Because the tree was cut down, but the head of the tree remained, no, the stream entered the space and hurried up the mountain to dig the tree.

Alas, when will it take to dig up so many trees, and it will not work like this. Xiaoxi thought about it and decided to measure the distance and dig the pit first, and dig out the trees where the pits were dug, and keep the trees that are not in the way for later. While digging a pit, the stream took out the collected seeds and raised seedlings first.

As soon as the creek entered the space, I first went to look at the saplings of those acres of land, and found that they were all more than a meter tall and could be planted. Because of the abundant spiritual power of the space and the spiritual spring, I am not afraid that it will not survive.

The tree pit was almost dug and the saplings were ready to be planted. The first thing to dig was the walnut tree, and the creek decided to plant it layer by layer from the foot of the mountain, and one fruit became a small forest, which was very layered.

Three rows of walnut trees were planted at the foot of the mountain, and because the walnut trees had grown up, the shade was relatively large, so the spacing between the diggings was also large.

Although only three rows of walnut trees were planted, the area of the mountain was very large, so not only did it drain the spiritual power of the stream, but in the end, after watering, the stream wanted to lie on the ground and not move. Xiaoxi took out a handful of cherries (as long as it is something in the warehouse, Xiaoxi can control it at will), because cherries are produced by space, and they have a lot of aura, which can repair the spirit, and eat more and strengthen the body. After eating the cherries, my spirit improved a lot, and my fatigue went away a lot, so I had some strength and went to the pond to have a look.

The big pond has been dug up, and even the land between it and the lake has been changed by half, and it will not be long before the water from the lake can be diverted to the fields and ponds. But now I'm busy planting trees, and my mental energy is spent there, so I can move back to change the field.

The creek walked back, and after a while, I saw a soil bag of about ten acres next to the pond, and a small soil bag, these are the extra soil from digging the pond and changing the fields (digging ditches and raising soil), and the creek has not yet thought about what it will be used for, but it is really not possible to plant fruit trees.

I looked at the open space on the right side of the wooden house, there was nothing on it, it looked very empty, and it seemed that I had to think about decorating the space.

Back in bed, Xiaoxi immediately fell asleep. The next day, it was dawn, and before she got up, Grandpa Chen thought that she was tired from studying, so he didn't wake her up and let her sleep more.

For the next month, Xiaoxi was very busy every night when he entered the space. Walnut trees, chestnut trees, apricot trees, peach trees, jujube trees, cherry trees, orange trees, etc., are planted in turn, and the distance between each tree is about ten meters, and it is planned to collect some other varieties of fruit trees to make up for it at that time.

When the trees were almost planted, the creek began to dig up the trees and change the fields again.

But digging and digging, Xiaoxi thought that the stumps left in the woods were very good, so he chose some beautiful and large stumps to keep, and dug up the rest.

When the stump was dug up, the field was also changed. The creek dug a one-meter-wide and one-meter-deep canal between the lake and the pond to pass through the paddy fields, so that it was convenient to use water at that time, and the lake side of the canal was slightly higher than the pond side, so that the water could flow.

The creek wants to make the water in the pond into living water, that is, flowing water, because it wants to raise fish in it, and the flowing water increases the oxygen content. Then you need to drain the water from the pond back into the lake, but don't rush this first, take your time.

When the creek shut up the water in the pond, dozens of crucian carp and more than a dozen grass carp were put into it, which the creek secretly went to the weir pond to fish without taking a nap on the weekend, and threw some aquatic weeds.

Then, he manipulated his mental power to plant five acres of rice, and the rice seeds were kindly provided by his grandfather.

When he first knew that Xiaoxi had a magical space, Grandpa Chen handed over the tobacco seeds, which he had treasured for many years, to Xiaoxi, and asked Xiaoxi to help him grow them, and then the two grandchildren secretly dried the tobacco by herding cattle (planting tobacco, this kind of tobacco can be dried in the sun, it does not need to be roasted, and the taste is worse than flue-cured tobacco), because Grandma Chen did not allow grandpa to smoke more, so Grandpa Chen only took a small bundle, and the rest was placed in the space of Xiaoxi, planning to find Xiaoxi at any time after smoking, and it was not easy to be found.

Grandpa Chen has a silver hookah, polished shiny, when he is fine, especially during the lunch break, he smokes a bag of cigarettes, and the sound of "gurgling" water is very pleasant with white smoke.

Now, knowing that the creek has changed the paddy fields, he provides a bag of grain seeds, and the creek will plant seedlings after changing hands.

In his free time, the creek continued to create space and prepared to build a road from the base of the mountain to the top of the mountain. Because of the fruit picking in the back, this road must be useful, and the creek is planned to be repaired well, and it is one meter wide and in an S shape.

By the time of the Chinese New Year, the road was halfway completed. During this period, I planted rice once, because I couldn't get rid of the grain after harvesting, so I piled it up in the warehouse, and when I had tools to clean it up later.

When the rice was just ripe, Grandpa Chen couldn't help but take off a bag of millet with his hands, and then went to beat the rice, and made rice to taste new on the day he came back.

"Well, the grains are full, crystal clear, and beautiful. Grandpa Chen looked at the rice in the bowl, sniffed it and continued, "Smelling makes people feel refreshed." I picked a bite with chopsticks and put it into my mouth, chewed it twice, my eyes lit up, and I praised: "With a little glutinous, the mouth is sweet, and the mouth is full of fragrant! This rice is delicious, and the rice I ate before was simply eaten in vain." ”

"Well, it's delicious, old man, where did you get this rice, it's so delicious?"

"Oh......" Grandpa Chen, who came back to his senses, looked at everyone on the table who was keen to eat rice, didn't notice himself, cleared his throat, and said: "It's a person who passed by today, came to us to change the grain, said that it was a new variety, I changed a bag, and I tasted the new rice in the afternoon, it was delicious." ”

In Xiaoxi, there are often people in their village who drive cars to exchange grain for fruits, kitchen knives, etc., but they will not come at this time during the Chinese New Year.

However, Granny Chen, who was immersed in the delicious rice she had never eaten, didn't think about it, so she nodded and didn't ask any more.

Chen Yubin raised his head from the bowl very much, and said with his eyebrows fluttering: "It's delicious, we will all eat this kind of rice in the future." ”

Looking at his grandson with rice on his face, his eyes lit up, and he looked at himself excitedly, Grandpa Chen smiled and said: "Okay, we will eat this kind of rice in the future, I still have half of it left, make next year's grain seeds, and when it is planted next year, Binbin can eat as much as he wants, but this year is just such a bag." ”

Chen Yubin heard that there was not much to eat, so he said in frustration: "Ah, it's so little, it will be eaten in a few days." Then he thought that when he planted it next year, some of it would be eaten, so he smiled again and said happily, "But I will be able to eat it again next year." ”

Thinking that there was not much rice left so delicious, Chen Yubin hurriedly picked up the rice that had just fallen on the table and stuffed it into his mouth, and said, "Oh, there is not much, it can't be wasted." ”

It caused several people at the table to laugh. Although the next meal that night was just a bowl of fried sauerkraut, a large pot of rice was cooked, and the four of them ate it well.

The flowers bloom two and one branch each, and the streams live comfortably at home, but Chen's father is not peaceful.