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"Dad, will you accompany me to the oil depot today?

Tang Xiangxiang said to her mother-in-law according to her husband's plan: "Mom, shouldn't the cotton pants of the sea be removed?"

"Mom, do you think you can still wear these cotton shoes?"

Since picking up their parents, Luo Jingquan and his wife decided not to let Luo Dahai and Luo Xiaomei go to the nursery, and the old couple surrounded their white and chubby grandsons, as well as two granddaughters chattering around them.

Every time Luo Xiaoyu comes home from school, standing at the door, he can hear the cheerful laughter of his younger brothers and sisters, and he can also hear the nagging of his grandparents doting, and the days pass slowly.

On the slope of the oil depot, Luo Jing's cotton is about to be harvested, and there are large patches of cotton planted by the surrounding farmers.

Luo Xiaoyu held a cotton flower in her hand and put it on her face, the warm velvet flowers made her feel warm immediately, she closed her eyes and enjoyed, the eldest sister stood above her, attracted by this beautiful scenery, she immediately took out the drawing board and began to paint.

The blue sky has no clouds, the white cotton and the blue sky kiss in the distance, and the classic combination of white and blue makes people's hearts settle down at once.

Nearby, my sister was wearing a red checkered cover and standing in the big cotton, holding the cotton in her hand and closing her eyes and intoxicated, Luo Xiaoyu seemed to see the big sister's long eyelashes flashing in the sun, it was so beautiful, she wanted to magnify her sister's action and magnify it again, so that the cotton and the blue sky behind her would be the foil for her sister.

On this day, Cai Huifang was cooking at home and took Luo Dahai and Luo Xiaomei, Tang Xiangxiang took the cloth bag made by her mother-in-law from old cloth, and the careful mother-in-law also made a tie, and the long rope was used to tie it around the waist, so that the picked cotton could be put inside, and everyone discussed how to pick cotton.

"I look at picking the cotton peach directly and coming back to pick the cotton slowly. Luo Jingquan came up with the idea first.

"No, it's too tiring to transport it back like this, not to mention that so many cotton peaches will be eye-catching. Rowand objected.

In the countryside, this is not allowed, and they are all concentrated in the compound dam of the brigade.

"Jingquan, how much cotton has been planted just now, the whole family will go to help on Sunday, and you can pick a large piece of cotton in a few days, and the rest and the ones that have not bloomed, you go to work and clean up slowly." Tang Xiangxiang said that in the end, everyone decided to do so.

Luo Xiaoyu sat on a high place and painted, in her own words, she specialized in painting, and everyone didn't expect her to pick cotton, Luo Xiaoyu felt that she could paint the beautiful scenery in life.

Waiting to grow up is a book of memories, otherwise people always remember the painful things so deeply, and the good things are easy to forget.

It has been said that happy stories are all the same, and unhappy stories have their own misfortunes. The eldest sister's painting is a camera, recording the bits and pieces of their family, and it is also a photo album, with ups and downs on it.

Luo Xiaoyu grabbed the cotton with three fingers and pulled it out, and the ripe cotton was gently taken out, and after a while, the pocket around her waist was full, and she took off the pocket and put it on the ridge and tied another one.

Luo Wande poured the cotton in the pocket into the big bag on the field, and then transported the big bag together and gathered it, and the unopened cotton peach was left for the end to be cleaned up by Luo Jingquan in a few days.

When Luo Xiaoxue finished painting two paintings, the day's work was over, the cotton was very light but took up space, everyone carried bags, and even Luo Xiaoxue became a strong man.

Holding a bag bigger than her, the bag covered her vision, and one of her feet fell to the ground unsteadily, the big cotton bag was softly pressed under her, Luo Xiaoyu exaggerated a few times on it, and everyone who looked back laughed when they looked worried.

As the sun sets, everyone holds big cotton bags, and the cotton is light and heavy.

After that, Luo Jingquan also transported back the cotton peaches that could not be opened, and Luo Xiaoyu cleaned up the cotton in the cotton peaches according to the experience of consulting Aunt Huang last time.

She thought of the Thousand-Armed Guanyin in the big closet, was it a bodhisattva to bless their family? The first time she planted cotton, there were so few insect pests that Luo Xiaoyu couldn't believe it.

I once asked my father, and my father told her: "I also see how the farmers around me plant, I will plant how they want, they fight pesticides, I ask them to want, I know a local farmer named Zhang Shanwa, the crops are planted well, and the hunting is also great, alas, but unfortunately my father does not have a shotgun, and he has not hunted for a long time." ”

Luo Jingquan's loss made Luo Xiaoyu out of reach, and finally he could only persuade his father: "Dad, can some parts be made by a lathe? You let your mother do it for you slowly, not this year, next year?"

Luo Jingquan seemed to see hope and nodded.

In the end, after the cotton was cleaned up, the whole family calculated that there were more than 120 catties, Tang Xiangxiang and her mother-in-law sorted out the old cotton in the quilt to make a mattress, and then laid two nets by hand.

Seeing her grandmother sitting cross-legged on the big bed, her blue clothes and pants were full of cotton fluff, and her mother even had her eyebrows, Luo Xiaoyu knew that they used handmade shops in order to save money for playing cotton.

At this time, the quilt has no mesh, the child sleeps dishonestly, often kicks the quilt into a big hole, and the conditional quilt must be often supplemented, they used to sleep for a long time with a big hole in the quilt.

That autumn was busy Tang Xiangxiang and Cai Huifang, the adults made cotton clothes, and also made cotton coats for Luo Jingquan and Luo Wande, the children wore cotton clothes and cotton pants, and cotton shoes no longer used velvet gloves as cotton, when the children wore cotton clothes, the family's grain harvest was abundant.

Luo Xiaoyu told the two younger sisters the story of the monkey moving the bun grain, and the action made the younger sister laugh, and the funny younger brother rolled around on the bed.

She remembered that her aunt's house harvested corn in the summer, maybe they were growing autumn corn in the mountains, right?

"Grandpa, can we still grow spring corn in our hometown? Then we can also plant spring corn in April and May next year." ”

Luo Wande smiled kindly and said: "Good boy, just plant a season of grain, this is coarse grain, you can't eat more, you will soon plant wheat and rape, there is no open land." ”

Luo Xiaoyu watched his grandfather put the cigarette gun in his mouth, thinking that it was about to be winter, and now he knew that the emphysema of the Luo family in his previous life had affected two generations, and the uncle was also very serious in the end.

At that time, her life was not satisfactory, and she had no energy to care about other people's affairs, but she only knew that the uncle once came to the house to find Luo Xiaotong, and she also took her daughter home, and heard the uncle say that she wanted to play Tai Chi sword, and she had to breathe abdominal every morning, and wanted her eldest daughter to buy her a sword.

Luo Xiaotong rolled his eyes and said, "Where did one of my family get the money, you see that we are poor and can't even afford a house." ”

She tugged at Luo Xiaoyu's sleeve and said, "Dad, I haven't seen your niece for a long time, right? ”