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The next morning, when Xiao Fei woke up, he found himself sleeping alone on the side of the road, wrapped in a sheet, almost wet with dew.

The sun had already risen, and the red ones were hidden behind the woods in the east of the village, scattering a thousand rays of light.

The heat hasn't come up yet, it's quite cool, and when the wind blows, there is even some chill.

In the trees next to them, small birds chirped, and from time to time a newly deshelled one flapped its tender green wings and screamed through the air. A few snot children squatted not far from Xiao Fei, giggling, snot bubbles snorting in, and poofing down.

Everything is so warm and beautiful.

According to Xiao Fei's biological clock, it was only 6 o'clock at this time.

My brother didn't know when he got up, but he didn't wake him up. Xiao Fei got up and rolled up the mat and walked home, there was no one at home, so he didn't have to think about it, and went to catch insects in the cotton field while it was cold.

Xiao Fei hesitated, and decided not to help in the field, just cook breakfast for his family at home.

There was no special kitchen at home, the pot was built in the yard, and a shed was built on the top, so that the wind was heard on all sides, and in winter, my father would weave some grass blankets and hang them around to block the raging cold wind.

Xiao Fei burned a pot of corn paste.

Serve in a large clay pot.

Then I brushed the pot with water, picked a few eggplants from the yard, and fried one eggplant.

When she was frying eggplant, her sister came back and saw Xiao Fei cooking, she was so surprised: "Brother, the sun is coming out in the west today, right?" You're cooking. ”

In this family, Xiao Fei is the youngest and the oldest, and he has always been the object of much care, and he has hardly done heavy work, let alone cooked.

"Sister, you underestimate me too much, I'm a little talented in cooking!" Xiao Fei put out the fried eggplant in a stainless steel basin and said with a smile.

Xiao Yan walked over and sniffed it: "The taste seems to be okay, and the color is good-looking, but I don't know if it's delicious." ”

"Don't you know if you taste it?" Xiao Fei handed her a pair of chopsticks.

Xiao Yan picked up a piece and tasted it: "Hmm! Fragrant! Brother, Mom will complain about you, you put too much oil, right? According to your stir-frying method, our oil will cost ten times more than usual! ”

At around 8 o'clock in the morning, when the sun was high, my father and mother walked home with tired steps.

Their faces are not very good-looking, and there seem to be more cotton bollworms in the field. They couldn't help but think of the story that Xiao Fei told last night about the ghost woman who sprinkled cotton bollworms.

Xiao Yan drew cool water from the well to make them wash their hands and faces, and talked about Xiao Fei's cooking on the side.

The father grinned, "I'll finally do some work for the family." ”

When her mother saw Xiao Fei's fried eggplant, she really pouted for a long time, complaining that Xiao Fei would not live and put so much oil in the stir-fry.

When Xiao Fei set out the square table and served the meal with Xiao Yan, his brother rode his bicycle home angrily.

My brother said that the people at the agricultural material station said that if the debts in front of him were not settled, they would not give pesticides on credit.

The father sighed: "Didn't you beg people properly? Yang, it's not me talking about you, your temper has to be changed, it's like a cannon twister, it's strange that people can give you credit! I'll take a look at it later, and you don't have to worry about it. ”

The family finished eating.

My father got up and rode to the countryside in a hurry.

The insect plague is so serious, how can it be done without returning the pesticide on credit?

If you don't use pesticides, that is the rhythm of the proper cotton field harvest, which is related to the Xiao family's life for a year.

"Xiao Fei, aren't you going to go to the ground yet?" Mother saw Xiao Fei turn around and wipe the square table clean, took out a stack of manuscripts and put them on the table, sat down, frowned and asked.

"Mom, I've got something to do." Xiao Fei said in a sneering manner.

"Let my brother be busy, there is no shortage of what he does in the field." Xiao Yan said.

Xiao Yang also nodded: "Fei is going to write an article, he is also serious, Mom, have you forgotten?" Our family is a person who can earn manuscript fees, and he has earned 75 yuan for a manuscript! ”

Xiao Yang is talking about the manuscript fee earned by Xiao Fei in his sophomore year of high school for a manuscript published in "Middle School Days", at that time, this manuscript caused a sensation in the entire Heyang No. 1 Middle School and earned Xiao Fei the name of a talented man.

"Well, none of us expected you to work anyway, so you can write well at home, and it's best if you can write for some money." Mother listened to Xiao Yang's words, which can be regarded as a favor.

After the family left, Xiao Fei began to transcribe the ten manuscripts he had written last night.

In this era, unlike the Internet era, the manuscript is written in a computer document, and when you submit the manuscript, you can send it directly by e-mail, so you don't have to worry about the manuscript.

In the era of handwritten manuscripts, if you want to keep the manuscript, you have to work hard to copy it out.

Ten manuscripts, more than 10,000 words, Xiao Fei took nearly three hours to transcribe.

Naturally, he was sweating again, and to see that there were no mistakes in the transcribed manuscripts, he stuffed ten manuscripts into a large brown paper envelope.

These ten manuscripts have more than 40 pieces of manuscript paper, which are thick.

Something called a sense of accomplishment arises spontaneously.

Because his father rode his only bicycle away, Xiao Fei had to walk to the village.

Xili Village belongs to the jurisdiction of Dongping Township, and the seat of the township government is called Dongping Village, forming a small political and economic center, where all the low-level organs in the township are concentrated.

The post office is no exception.

Xili Village is only three miles away from Dongping Village, and it doesn't take long to walk.

Along the way, Xiao Fei became a chatterbox, and when he met the villagers, he began to take the initiative to speak, telling stories that he had allegedly heard in the county.

The ghost woman sprinkled cotton bollworms.

The cotton bollworm has become a sperm, and it is not invaded by a hundred poisons.

A certain half-immortal who accurately predicted many major events vomited blood and lost half a year's life expectancy, and the hexagram showed that 9 into 9 of the cotton in Heyang County this year will be lost.

Go all the way and spread rumors all the way.

When he arrived in the township, Xiao Fei thought contentedly, good things don't go out, bad things spread thousands of miles, and these rumors will definitely spread as quickly as possible.

It's time for smart people to think about it.

"Fly, why are you going?"

At the entrance of Dongping Market, Xiao Fei met his father, who was holding several bottles of pesticides in his hands, his face was as red as pork liver, and there was a hint of shame in his eyes.

"Dad, I'll go to the post office, did you get pesticides on credit?" Xiao Fei looked at his father, whose face was not normal, and was a little suspicious.

"Hmmm! As long as you are willing to ask for someone, how can you not get credit. The father propped up the ground with one foot and straightened his chest, "Then you go, I have to go back to get the medicine quickly." ”

After his father left, Xiao Fei's face suddenly became gloomy.

Father thought he didn't know, but in fact, how could Xiao Fei, who was reborn, not know that his father's so-called begging was the kind of bitter begging that lost his personality by kneeling and kowtowing! (To be continued.) )