Wang Yong opened his eyes, and the first thing he saw through the thin curtain was that it was snow-white.

The trees, roofs, walls, yards, and even windowsills were white as far as the eye could see. A thick layer of snow silently covered everything on the ground.

To describe it in one word, it is wrapped in silver, and it is not an exaggeration to describe it.

Hiding in the warm quilt, listening to the sound of his early father shoveling snow with a shovel on the roof, and the clanging sound of his mother busy chopping vegetables in the hall, a happy smile appeared on the corner of Wang Yong's mouth.

Wang Yong lay under the covers, closed his eyes and began to pretend to sleep. It wasn't until I smelled the smell of fragrant scallion eggs that I hurriedly got up, and it didn't take three minutes to put on cotton clothes and pants, kick and pull my shoes under the kang to wash my face and brush my teeth.

White Rabbit children's toothpaste is fruit-flavored, the last time I bought it was strawberry flavored, and after running out, this time it is apple-flavored. Wang Yong doesn't feel as good as strawberry flavor, no wonder he hasn't seen Wang Liang, a little rabbit cub, brushing his teeth these days.

Well, next time I'll buy strawberry flavor.

After pondering why strawberry flavors are better than apple flavors, Wang Yong was the first to sit at the dining table, waiting for the moment when the meal was served.

"I'm lazy to death! Hurry up and get me chopsticks and bowls! ”

Under the pretended "angry reprimand" of his mother, Wang Yong took his ass out of the chair and ran to the hall to help pick up chopsticks, take bowls, and serve dishes.

The difference between Wang Yong's life and other families in the village can be seen from a single breakfast.

Usually, most people just eat gruel with pickles or noodles soup, but Wang Yong's breakfast, in addition to these two, usually has white flour steamed buns or pancakes, or cakes made from the cake shop of the newly opened Dashan family in the village, plus two or three side dishes.

In the words of the third aunt, the landlord's family in the village did not eat as well as your family in the past! I guess the rich people in the city are just like that, right?

When Wang Yong heard this, he despised the third aunt very much in his heart. What's going on in town? There are not many people in the city who can reach the level of breakfast in their own homes this year!

Let's talk about today's breakfast! The amount of dried noodles boiled in bone broth is not much, at most it is a small bowl of noodles and a bowl of soup for each person. There are also meat buns left over from last night, which can be divided into two per person, which is the staple food.

A plate of home-made salty gnocchi was cut into thin filaments by my mother, and then chili oil, sesame oil, sesame oil, shredded green onions, and monosodium glutamate were mixed together, and the taste was fragrant!

There are also egg cakes with fresh shallots in their own greenhouse, the golden egg cakes are mixed with white and green green onions, and a tempting fragrance rushes over, and people can't help but drool when they look at it!

There is also a plate of boneless meat that was boiled the day before yesterday and removed from the big bones, all of which are lean pimples. It was cut into slices by my mother and put on a plate, and topped with some Sanhe oil made with soy sauce and sesame oil.

It smells so good! I will never forget it after eating it!

"Oops! Mom, is there any flesh and bone that is still dismantled? ”

While speaking, Wang Yong gave his mother a look, and gestured to his younger brother Wang Liang, who was hiding in the quilt and lying in bed. Mom pursed her lips and smiled, very cooperative.

"It's gone, that's all that's left, it's gone after eating!"

"That's right, let's hurry up and eat, remove the plate after eating, Wang Liang of the province will make trouble when he sees it!"

"No! You're all bad guys! ”

Wang Liang, who was hiding in the quilt, suddenly turned over and stood up, standing on the mattress without wearing anything, pointing and smiling at his mother and brother with an angry face, and instantly blushing like a monkey's buttocks, and crawling into the quilt again, covering his head with the quilt, and hiding.

"Why not? Who's the bad guy? ”

The father, who had returned from clearing the snow in the house, entered the house at this time, and asked with a smile while picking up the kettle and pouring hot water to wash his hands.

"It's all my brother! Necrotic! He said he had eaten all the meat, and he wouldn't let me see it! Hum! People have already woken up and are still trying to lie to me! Hum! ”

This little mouthful began to sue his father, with a face full of resentment, accusing his brother Wang Yong of evil deeds and expressing his serious dissatisfaction and indignation.

After the family finished their breakfast in a noisy and noisy manner, they immediately went to their respective jobs. Dad is going to the farm to see if last night's heavy snow has caused any damage to the farm.

My mother went to the greenhouse in the yard, because this greenhouse, which has been renovated, is now mainly used to supply vegetables for her own consumption, and is no longer sold out. There are dishes that can't be eaten or something, and every day my mother will pick some and give them to relatives and friends who have good relationships in the village and outside the village.

After eating, his younger brother Wang Liang wiped his mouth as always, and then rushed out of the house like the wind, with a bag of snacks in his pocket that he thought were hidden, and ran outside to find his hair boys to show off and share.

As for Wang Yong, since he was shocked by the recoil of the rifle and hung his internal injuries on the target, he has begun to pay attention to exercising.

Every day after breakfast, it has become a habit to jog or walk briskly around the street outside your house. Sometimes he thinks about it, it seems that it is not appropriate to do exercise after eating?

It is an east-west street, connecting the main road of the village to the east and the edge of the village to the west. Just such a street with a length of no more than 50 meters, it is a circle back and forth, that is, less than 100 meters, and Wang Yong has walked around and come back for an hour.

Go from home to the westernmost end, then go to the easternmost point, and then go home. Just a little bit, a hundred meters, under normal circumstances, it won't take ten minutes.

It's really a bit big under the snow, and when you step on it, you can't get the instep. There were also uncles and aunts in the village who were cleaning the snow in front of and behind his house, and he was able to talk and praise him, so it was not until more than an hour later that the sky began to fall with snowflakes again before he was able to step into the house.

Helping his mother put down the straw curtain that had just been pulled up in the greenhouse in the yard, Wang Yong did not follow his mother into the house, but squatted in the greenhouse and watched the snow through the straw curtain in the corner of the door.

The gloomy sky seemed to brighten up as the snow fell. Just when Wang Yong felt that the snow should not fall much, the snowflakes that were originally scattered began to become dense.

In a short time, the goose feather snow covered the entire sky and the earth in patches. Visibility has also dropped to an extremely low level, and from a distance of twenty or thirty meters, it is impossible to see people clearly.

Although it is a good year, it brings a lot of troubles to people. A lot of outdoor work can't be done, but fortunately, winter is the season of farming, and there is no work for each family. It's just that it's not so convenient to get around.

For the peasants in the village, they don't have the commotion of literati and inkmen, but more of a desire to have a good rest at home for a day.

The world has really become a white expanse, and the ground that has just been swept is instantly covered with a layer of white snowflakes, laughing at those farmers who get up early and are diligent, and the busy work of the morning is not in vain.

After the cold wind mixed with snowflakes blowing in through the gap made Wang Yong shiver, he quickly put down the grass curtain and cotton curtain together, stole a little crack with his hand, and a cool air blew in, which suddenly made Wang Yong, who was sweating in the greenhouse feel comfortable.

The first snow of the year was just in time, and if it had been opened a day earlier, it would have delayed the picking and transportation of vegetables in the greenhouse yesterday.

With such a heavy snowfall, no driver dared to get out of the car, let alone run a long distance to Jintian City. The picked vegetables can't be shipped out, and they won't take three or two days, but they won't be fresh. Even if it grows on the seedlings, it will soon grow old and become so fresh and delicious from time to time.

The phone rang in the room, and then my mother's voice followed. It sounded like my father called, saying that he would not come back to eat at noon, and that he would collect a batch of vegetables in the morning and prepare them for the nursing home in Liujiazhuang, and wait for them to send a car to pull them.

Needless to say, on this snowy day, the road must be closed. Vegetables from other places could not be transported, and the Wangjia Farm, which was closest to the special vegetable production base, became the only choice.

After a three-minute silence for the drivers who had to brave the wind and snow to pull vegetables more than 30 kilometers away, Wang Yong came to a tomato seedling and reached out to pick a completely red persimmon about the size of his fist (the local name for tomatoes).

Reached out and wiped two handfuls, then pulled out a small bottle from his pocket. It is filled with saccharin, a cheap condiment that has a much higher sugar content than white sugar, but is not expensive.

The diameter in Wang Yong's hand is less than one centimeter, and such a small bottle with a height of less than two centimeters is only a dime. If you use it to drink saccharin water, you can make more than a dozen warm pots and leftovers.

opened the lid, and then Wang Yong escaped from his pocket like Doraemon, and a small plastic toy three or four centimeters long with a small spoon and a spear at the other, which is the benefit of eating sour plum powder.

I saw that he poked the surface of the tomato with the end of his spear more than a dozen times, poking out many small holes. Then he stuffed a small saccharin into each hole and pushed it in with that spearhead.

After stuffing seven or eight grains, Wang Yong covered the saccharin bottle, put it in his pocket again, looked at the tomatoes in his hand over and over again, and chose a good position.

Sour! The first sensation is the characteristic sourness of the tomatoes. But before he could taste it, the sweetness of the saccharin that had already melted and the persimmon itself gushed out.

Cool! The sweet and sour taste made Wang Yong have a great appetite. A tomato with a big fist, three bites and five bites, he ate only a fruit pedicle left, casually thrown into the vegetable bed, just wanted to rub his hand on his pants, remembered his mother's face full of anger, and gave up stupidly.

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