Chapter 56: Mid-Autumn Festival

The next day, Sunday, the fifteenth day of the eighth month of the lunar calendar, the Mid-Autumn Festival. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

At half past five in the morning, the smoke from the kitchen poured in through the cracks in the carved windows, and although the smell was not great, it still woke Yang Zijian up.

He is also used to waking up at this time listening to the school's wake-up bell, and after taking medicine last night and sweating, he is almost fine, but his body is a little floating.

The wooden bed is one meter and five wide, very large, he is lying in the center, covered with a grass-green blanket, and on both sides there are actually lying sisters Zizhen and Shu Yu, they have kicked the blanket away, wearing cool little vests and shorts.

Zizhen is only seven years old and looks like she is a sister-in-law, but Shu Yu has begun to develop at the age of eleven, with two small apples on her chest, these adults let her sleep with herself, is it appropriate?

At this time, Shu Yu's body turned around, Bai Shengsheng's calves pressed against his abdomen, and the corners of his mouth were drooling and chewing a few times, as if he had dreamed of something delicious, the little vest was dewy in spring!

Yang Zijian had no choice but to move her straight, lift her legs away, get out of bed by himself, open the door, cross the threshold, and close it gently.

The sky was hazy and the morning breeze was cool.

Yang Zijian went to the stone slab in the center of the patio to do morning exercises, and after the whole set of radio exercises, he was refreshed, and if he had an Apple phone or laptop, he would be able to write a few prose novels immediately.

Mother Yang saw her son come out early, but she was steaming eggs, and soon the eggs were steamed, she brought them to the main hall, put them on the dining table, and asked, "Are you comfortable?" Why don't you sleep more? ”

Yang Zijian shook his head and said, "Okay, it's not a serious illness." ”

Mother Yang said: "Then the hotter these three eggs are, I put wolfberries, red dates, and rock sugar, all of which are your favorites." ”

Yang Zijian immediately salivated, went to the kitchen to freshen up, walked quickly to the table, sat on his father's Taishi chair, scooped the spoon and drank it, and soon ate half full.

Mother Yang took out a large number of gift bags on the ground, and asked a little uneasily: "This is from Mayor Ma who came to visit you last night, how do we deal with it?" What about returning gifts? ”

Rural gifts are all to return gifts, which is called gifts, and the solar terms, weddings and funerals of the gift process is basically fixed, but for the town leaders to visit, she doesn't know what to do.

Yang Zijian flipped through it, first of all, a box of large moon cakes, and then there were propaganda calendars, New Year's paintings, dried powder, dried bamboo shoots, dried sweet potatoes, tea bags, etc., oranges, apples, and special supplies for Yang Zijian's students, such as pens, brushes, notebooks, etc., especially ten special grid books for the town government, each of which is very thick and has hundreds of pages, the paper is very good, and the composition book issued by the school cannot be compared at all.

is worthy of being the mayor of the town, and he is generous.

"Don't return the salute." Yang Zijian thought for a while and said, "This is the work of the town leaders to visit outstanding students, it is their business, Mayor Ma is on behalf of the government, and we can't give the government a gift in return, and even more so to Mayor Ma, this will become a bribe." ”

When Yang Ma heard this, she breathed a sigh of relief and said, "That's good." Then he rejoiced, "Then we'll take it all?" ”

"Well, take it." Yang Zijian immediately assigned, "I'll take this fountain pen, two notebooks, and ten grid books." The brush is a bit expensive, so I collect it. Calendars, New Year painters can be used on the occasion, can not be used to send relatives and friends, dried powder, dried bamboo shoots, dried sweet potatoes, tea these you put away, can eat on the food, do not want to eat can also give away. Eat the fruit quickly......"

After speaking, he picked up a sun-dried orange, peeled the skin, and put it in his mouth one by one, the juice was full, sweet and slightly sour, and it was delicious.

Mother Yang immediately smiled, moved a lot of things to her room, and put the mooncakes on the table, she smelled the aroma and said, "You have to take the train back to school at night, this Mid-Autumn Festival mooncake will be cut and eaten at noon!" ”

"Okay."

While the mother and son were talking in the main hall, Zizhen and Shu Yu had already woken up, they came out with their clothes on, and when they saw the fruit, they immediately screamed "ah", pounced, you have an apple, I have an orange and grab it.

Mother Yang immediately scolded: "The two stinky girls are dirty, hurry up and brush my teeth and wash my face, aren't you afraid of tooth decay?" ”

Zizhen and Shu Yu had no choice but to go to the kitchen to freshen up, and ran back to the table in less than two minutes, and then peeled the oranges, and ate them one by one.

Shu Yu was dissatisfied and disgusted: "Brother Zijian, you actually secretly ate it from me, we took care of you last night, grandpa, an old feudal, and ordered us to take care of you like a little girl, you are proud, you became a landlord and a young master!" ”

Yang Zijian took two big apples to wash, cut them into more than a dozen pieces and put them on the plate, brought them to the table, he touched the messy hair of the two loli and laughed: "How can the ancient maid ring be so good, they all have to sleep on the floor under the bed, how can they sleep on the same bed with the young master?" And you slept more dead than me, how are you taking care of me! ”

Shu Yu immediately offered credit to Mother Yang: "Brother Zijian kicked the blanket last night, and I covered him three times, no, it's five times!" Because when peeling oranges, the juice of orange peel got on her hands, and she ordered, "Brother Zijian, quickly wipe my hands with a cloth." ”

Yang Zijian spread out his hands and reluctantly went to the kitchen to get a clean cloth, but he felt that it was even more unhygienic, so he brought a basin of water and said: "There are a lot of bacteria in the cloth, you either wipe it with paper or wash it with water, and use less cloth in the future. ”

"I'm the eldest lady now, you're the housekeeper, whatever I say is what I say!" Shu Yu pretended to be an adult and said with a small face, and then he and Zizhen giggled, looking particularly innocent and romantic, they washed their hands on the basin, washed it, and grabbed the apple and ate it.

In the north wing, Zi Shi is still sleeping soundly, he has always been a lazy sleeper.

After eating, Yang Zijian began to use the grid book sent by the town government to write "The Whispering Banbi" in "Burning Rhino Strange Talk":

"My family's ancestral house of Shangshu in the south district of Nantang Town, this includes the main hall and study, the three two-compartment rooms in the three, and the house of the flower hall and the warm pavilion in the back, where our family, uncle's family and grandmother live a total of seven people, spacious but very spacious, but some inexplicable things often happen, such as the sudden disappearance of items, strange guests visiting. Except for me and my cousin named Icefin, no one in the family seems to notice this, so Icefin and I were surprised at first, but gradually we got used to it......"

This chapter is not so much about writing about the supernatural, but about writing about spirits such as snakes and rats, so Yang Zijian put it in the first story to write, after all, it is the nineties, and the traditional media is very taboo about "ghosts" and the like, but they are more tolerant of spirits - in fact, in the 21st century, when "Ghost Blows the Lantern" is made into a movie, it is necessary to change "fighting ghosts" to "fighting monsters" or "fighting aliens".

In less than 7,000 words, Yang Zijian wrote very quickly, and it took two hours to write.

At nine o'clock, many classmates suddenly came to the house.