He Le's father's artificial moon is not so simple, many years later, his father has left this world, and tens of millions of people know that this is the legendary [Chen Gucao] - that is, [life-saving straw]!

Now, my mother must be the most tired, and she has to do her best, but she can't meet half of her father's requirements. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info When my father is not working well, he will get angry, he will have a temper, and he will say that this is not right for you, and that is not right.

Mother is fully devoted, she only knows that he is always urging the work, always urging the work, the same as urging the life. Mother sweats like rain, sweat not only wets the back of her clothes, but also wets her whole body, He Le pities his mother in every way, but he can't help her share a little, he is full of tears, not let the tears come out, what can he do?

Mom, I'm giving you strength, have you received it?

Mothers also need the strength of their children, they need it very much, and they need it much, many times, even more so when they get older.

He Le will not ignore it, he is secretly cheering for his mother, and the moon will take his heart with him.

The moon takes away people's hearts, and it also takes my heart. Mom, pluck up your heart and be able to finish it!

The mother's hard work is also in the father's calculations, and his love is rarely expressed in words.

He is using his way to pave the way for Ho Le's mother's longevity. He Le's father said to him, only one sentence - "For women, love must be in the heart." ”

As long as my father was there, the artificial moon would have been completed on time, and it must have been before midnight.

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The artificial moon, no matter how hard and tiring it is, will be completed as expected, and the water from the well dug by his father will wash away their fatigue.

He Le's wife is busy at home, and it will not be easy, she has to take care of three children, and she has to prepare for tonight's supper, her father-in-law and mother-in-law are so tired, and she must want a supper.

She still has to prepare breakfast for tomorrow.

You have to eat seven or eight big pigs, a litter of half-sized piglets and a litter of young piglets to eat tomorrow.

There are so many housework, anyone can be very busy, He Le's wife is like having a doppelganger, she can do it all properly.

These are not all, the nights of the people of Sorrow and Le Gou in those years, the complexity of housework, far beyond the imagination of outsiders, it is the family that loves labor, leading this trend.

After piling up the artificial moon with nearly three acres of dry straw, He Le's father took a cold and ate supper, and he must not be able to get together with his family, he must go to guard the fish pond, and the 36 acres of tofu weir are inseparable from its owner every night.

The secrets of the tofu weir are not the fish and cats who are always soaked in the weir pond, the Wang family father and son, but the chief engineer Chen.

He didn't go empty-handed. Although he went late, he still brought a load of cotton flowers, and he had to twist them out of the cotton husk by the moonlight, and only after twisting them would he sleep in the fish-guarding shed.

In the same way, the cotton flowers he carries will definitely be twisted, and he can even know how many flowers there are, how many petals there are, how much each one weighs on average, and how much rotten cotton there is, accounting for a few percent of the total.

He is He Le's father, and he is attentive everywhere.

Intentions have become habits, and there are countless data as long as the mind moves.

He took only a small part with him, and many more remained at home, and it was He Le's wife and mother who had to complete their share.

Around the Mid-Autumn Festival, it is the peak season for cotton harvesting, and the cotton in the Jianzhou cotton area is very different from the cotton planting in the northwest farms of the main country, especially the way of harvesting.

Here is the subtropical monsoon xing humid xing climate zone, the harvest season is high temperature and rainy, must be picked as soon as the cotton bursts, every day during the day, twisted at night, the next day.

It can also be twisted directly on the ground, but there are many people in the valley and the land is also wide, there are five points of land and more than one acre of five points of soil per capita, there are not many families with so many hands can twist all the cotton in the field every day, and most of them still pick the cotton flowers with shells and go home, and then twist them out overnight.

On the afternoon of the Mid-Autumn Festival, my father harvested straw under the scorching sun.

He Le's wife will not be a little empty. She entrusted the child to her mother-in-law to take care of her, and she had to go uphill earlier than her father-in-law.

The huge cotton field, nearly four acres, has to be picked by herself, that is, she counts them one by one, and she may not be able to count them in half a day, so she must pick them with both hands.

There were so many cotton flowers that she had to divide them several times before she could carry them home.

At this time, the people of Sorrow Gou almost stay up late, just like us Internet writers, we have to go to bed after midnight every night, and He Le's ability to stay up late is how he survived - he has twisted cotton since he was a child, and then read books after twisting, and it is common to eat at two o'clock in the middle of the night.

This scene was originally to be written in the fourth volume of Shui Bu Warm Moon, who knows that Shui Bu Warm Moon really does not have a holiday, and it was wiped out by the mighty people with a snap of their fingers, and it may never be resurrected again......

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He Le's wife has the habit of going to bed early, and He Le's mother will doze off when she sits for a long time, and they are all people who are not suitable for staying up late.

The night is deep, the moon is bright, in the past night, they were guarding the TV to twist cotton, although tonight is the Mid-Autumn Festival, but neither of them has time to be romantic, it is likely that they are not moving to the moon dam to twist, or guarding the TV on the electric light.

The Mid-Autumn Festival moon is the fullest, busy family members, where do they have the leisure to enjoy the fun? Honest countrymen will not moan to the moon.

The electric light is another artificial moon, and He Le's wife is still supporting, and his mother is very tired tonight, and she sleeps as soon as she sits down. "Mom, go to sleep. ”

Maybe my mother will hold on for a while, maybe at this time she will say something like this: "In the past, Lele didn't feel that most of the cotton on three or four acres of land was left alone by him, and if he didn't go out, we would have slept a long time ago." ”

Maybe in order to wake up her mother-in-law's sleepiness, He Le's wife will talk lala, she will never say that she is thinking about him, she may only say a sentence or two to him lightly: "He Le is a night eater, and he may still be walking around in the moon dam at this time." ”

Although she said little, her heart was heavy and heavy, "This stupid He Le, what's wrong with a family reunion, but you have to go out to work far away." ”

Her heart is also dark even when the moon shines inexplicably, but she can work harder than all others.

He Le walked the line of opportunity in his heart, that is, he walked randomly.

He walked and walked, there was no trace of home in the grass, wood, brick and tile of Qishi Town, He Le could not miss home, in fact, how the family spent this Mid-Autumn Festival depended on his father, if he wanted to celebrate, he would definitely be able to.

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Perhaps the day before the Mid-Autumn Festival, my father squeezed out time to gather all the straw around the plane trees not far from the dam. When the plane tree was three poles tall on the moon, my father began to make the moon.

It will not be his mother who assists him, this is the Chen family's business, and he will definitely choose Brother Yuejiang, the heir of the Chen family's other room.

Brother Yuejiang's labor force has six or seven floors, which can be completed an hour and a half in advance, and there will be time to admire the moon.

With Yuejiang as a guest, those supplies will not be placed on the railing on the third floor, but placed in the middle of the 81-square-meter drying field on the third floor, and the two large round tables made by my father are like two full moons, reflecting each other with the Mid-Autumn Festival.

There is a full moon in the sky, two full moons in the house, three moons in March, and many more months.

The father was very interested, and he taught the three children a nursery rhyme about the moon with a smile: "The moon shines, and the sister burns incense......"

"Big Moon, Little Moon, my brother got up to learn carpenter, my sister-in-law got up to beat the soles of my shoes, and my mother-in-law got up to grind rice......"

"The moon is bright, the moon is bright, the moonlight shines on the wine glass......"

Mother would also teach them to sing the old song about the moon: "The fifteenth moon has risen to the sky......

"The fifteenth moon shines on the border in my hometown......"

"When the moon goes, I ...... too"

He Le's wife is of course busy, and the chair is not hot to sit on and do things.

The father is hospitable, and the upstairs drying field is also wide enough, maybe more and more people gather, He Le's cousins and sisters-in-law, nephews and nieces, a large group, a large group, with the guidance of the Mid-Autumn Festival, they don't need to be invited, they will all come.

The twenty-four chairs that my father had made were not enough, so he brought out sixteen round stools that he had made, and invited out square tables, high benches, small square tables, writing desks, half-height benches, bar stools, and small stools, and filled the field to the brim.

Later, several elders were also invited, squeezing the field, each elder has a chair, his father is the head of the family, he has already prepared, and the people of the Chen family have seats in my house.

Later, the descendants of the Chen family on the neighboring team were also invited.

The pot is not extinguished in the stove room, the cabinets, hoards, buckets, and boxes in the side room are not closed when the lid is opened, and the ice room, cupboards, and closets are opened as they are closed.

A night of reunion, until the moon sets will slowly calm down, even the mother's sleepiness has been driven away, and even He Le's wife has more words.

The more I came, the brighter my father smiled, they were all from the Chen family, ho ho ho!

He Le outside Qishi Town has burst into tears - this scene is the Mid-Autumn Festival at home, and many big festivals at home are spent like this.

The difference is that there are no fireworks and artillery during the Mid-Autumn Festival, and there are no distant relatives, and it is not the most lively day for the Chen family.

Every time there is a lively day at home, He Le always can't fully integrate into it, probably because he never regarded himself as just a part of the family, and always imposed a greater mission on himself, but now he is far away from the circle of home, but can be more harmonious with his family. On the contrary, it is closer to the atmosphere of home.

I hope they don't be in the middle of the hustle and bustle, and there is no one absent.

He Le, there is such a good home to stay, why don't you do it, why bother to leave the south to work in the south, why do you bother to come!

It is because of these that only I do not change my original intention, and I will write the Mid-Autumn Festival.

The night is deep, so it is difficult to separate, the Mid-Autumn Moon gradually turns west, He Le forgets himself in the reverie of homesickness, he still follows his shadow, to the north, slowly in the direction of the door, walking, walking.

As I walked, I saw the nine people surrounding a garlic head, and I saw the five white-collar beauties of Wang Pin Company blooming into a flower.

He Le's night was not just listening to Uncle Wang, but also walking alone.