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The father was not at home. Grandma and Mother are both small-footed. The only one who can follow his grandfather to pull the plow is Cheng Linghui, who is already ten years old. She went home early and had to work in the fields. When I met Xiu Mu, I had to stay in the field all day. For lunch, my mother twisted her little feet and sent them to the ground.

Cheng Linghui is more capable than ordinary children, but after all, she is only in her teens. I was so tired that I fell asleep every day.

Wait until the spring sowing is over. The wheat sown last autumn had to be hoeed and watered. As soon as the wheat was poured, three acres of peanuts, two acres of cotton, sweet potatoes, sesame, mung beans, soybeans and other crops sown in spring had sprouted. and busy hoeing again. With more than a dozen acres of spring land, how can grandpa be busy alone? Cheng Linghui felt sorry for her grandfather. Wake up early before dawn, go to the ground and hoe for a while before going to school. In the afternoon, she asked her grandfather to go to the ground with a hoe, and she didn't even go home after school early, so she went straight to the ground.

In less than a month, a small face with a tan is dark. The two little hands are full of calluses. If you tell someone it's a girl, no one will believe it.

The pen and ink she used are also thanks to Chang Jiwen and Xiuwen. The two helped her a little from time to time, plus the money she had saved up to buy some. will be sufficient. Because pen and ink are not easy to come by, she is extra careful when she writes. Grow fast. In less than half a year, he wrote a good handwriting. To the amazement of her classmates, who were much older than her. Lian said, no wonder the mountain chief suddenly accepted such a little disciple. Chang Jiwen and Xiuwen, who are close to her, are very honored.

After a heavy snowfall from the beginning of September last year. It snowed a few more times in quick succession. In the spring of this year, there was a lot of rain. The crops in the fields are growing very well. Originally, it looked like a good year for a good harvest. But at the end of April, a strong wind suddenly blew. Scraped down all the wheat that was about to ripen. Followed by the obscene rain, the sun was not seen for several days. The wheat that had fallen to the ground burst overnight and was about to sprout.

Grandpa was so anxious that he had several bubbles on his mouth. Cheng Linghui can't care about going to school. The whole village, regardless of men, women, and children, as long as they can move, go to the fields to harvest wheat. The eldest sister cried while working. Originally, she received this season's wheat and exchanged it for money to add a dowry to her, but now it is all in vain.

Cheng Linghui seems to have grown up all of a sudden. Alone he drove the mule cart to bring the wheat seeds he had harvested home. Grandma set up a cauldron in the hall and burned coal underneath. Pour the wet wheat seeds into the pan and fry them dry.

The young fifth sister was tired and fell asleep in the muddy wheat field, and her mother didn't care about her.

The next day, a man came to the field. It turned out to be Chang Jiwen. He tucked his robe into his waist and went up to help his grandfather carry the wheat bales. Grandpa's old tears suddenly fell: "This child, benevolence and righteousness." ”

The eldest sister stopped crying, lowered her head and tried her best to snatch wheat seeds.

It turned out that Chang Jiwen found that Cheng Linghui didn't come to school for a day. When I asked, I found out that this was the case. After inquiring all the way, I came to the field to help. His arrival was like a ray of sunshine in the clouds. It injected a spiritual strength into the helpless family.

Cheng Linghui remembers it clearly. Fifteen acres of wheat, nine of them, old and young, harvested it without sleep for four days and three nights. The rain never stopped. The people in the field were all drenched. I can't tell if it's rain or sweat.

When I finally got home, I looked at the sprouted grain piled up in the house, and I was so tired that I didn't even have the strength to cry.

I don't know how Cheng Linghui slept on the kang. When I woke up, the rain outside the window was still pouring unhurriedly. When I moved a little, I felt that my whole body fell apart, and it seemed to hurt. A warm body lay next to him. She thought it was her grandmother and said, "Milk, I want to drink water." Before the words fell, the grandmother's shriveled hand covered her mouth and whispered, "Be quiet, don't wake up your brother-in-law." ”

Cheng Linghui turned her head and found that it was not her grandmother who was sleeping next to her, but Chang Jiwen.

The teenager slept soundly, his thick eyelashes casting a small shadow under his eyes. Cheng Linghui realized that it was night. She struggled to sit up. There is an oil lamp lit on the kang head. Grandma poured her water. Cheng Linghui drank it in one gulp with both hands. He asked, "Why is he sleeping in our house?" ”

Grandma glanced at Chang Jiwen and said distressedly: "Look at what your brother-in-law has become tired?" Why don't you go back? ”

Cheng Linghui looked around. When I didn't see my grandfather, I asked, "Excuse me?" ”

Grandma sighed: "Your grandfather is in the hall." Leave it alone, sleep. ”

Cheng Linghui said: "Milk, you can sleep too." She was so tired that she lay down and fell asleep again.

When I woke up again, it was already light. Listen, the rain hasn't stopped. turned his face and saw Chang Jiwen's sleeping face. It took a while of hysteria to remember that Chang Jiwen was tired and rested at their house.

She got up and saw her grandmother holding a bright needle picking the thorn on Chang Jiwen's hand. Chang Jiwen's white and slender hands can only be described in four words now. The back of his hand was covered with scars, and his palms were grazed and bloody. Grandma picked it, and the sleeping boy's body trembled, but he still fell asleep and didn't wake up. It can be seen how tired it has become.

Seeing that Cheng Linghui was awake, grandma lowered her voice and said, "Your mother has cooked, go eat it." Don't bother your brother-in-law. ”

Cheng Linghui dragged her sore arms and legs off the kang and went to eat with her shoes on. Grandpa and eldest sister are eating. Cheng Linghui saw that her grandfather was fine, and she felt a lot more at ease. The eldest sister moved to her side and asked meaningfully, "How is he?" ”

Cheng Linghui knew who she was asking. But based on the fact that the eldest sister was only concerned about her dowry during this period of time, Cheng Linghui felt very uncomfortable. Some didn't want to talk to her. Pick up the bowl and drink porridge: "I don't know." ”

The eldest sister is boring to herself. After eating, there is a rare look. I consciously cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks.

Cheng Linghui squatted next to her grandfather, accompanying her grandfather to look at a room of fried dried grain without speaking. Grandpa smoked a bag of dry tobacco and knocked the smoke pot on the sole of his shoe. Touching Cheng Linghui's head and saying, "Xiao'er, don't worry. Anyway, this year's rations let us get it back. I don't know if it's to comfort Cheng Linghui or myself.

Cheng Linghui said: "This is all fried. What are we going to plant in the fall? ”

Grandpa said, "If you don't win, we'll go buy some." Can a living person suffocate urine? ”

As she spoke, Grandma came out of the back room. Xiang Cheng Linghui said: "Ask your mother to find two clean clothes for your brother-in-law." ”

Cheng Linghui stood up and went to find her mother. Mother is baking cakes in the stove. Hearing Cheng Linghui say, I knew that Chang Jiwen was awake. immediately went to get a burden and handed it to Cheng Linghui. Cheng Linghui gave the burden to her grandmother. I heard my mother calling out to myself in the stove room. When I walked over, I saw my mother packing up a tray. This thing is only used when there are guests at home.

The mother took out a bowl of thick yellow millet porridge from the pot and put it on the tray. Take another plate and put two freshly baked hot, fragrant hot dough cakes. A bowl of golden scrambled eggs. Let Cheng Linghui give Chang Jiwen a hand.

Cheng Linghui is not a gluttonous child, but she couldn't help but swallow when she saw such a meal. She carried the tray into the upper room. Putting the tray on the table, he shouted to the room, "Brother, my mother told you to eat." ”

Grandma said, "Why don't you call your brother-in-law, call me 'brother'?" ”

Grandpa said beside him: "This is not married yet, call me brother, call me brother." ”

Chang Jiwen, who came out of the back room, heard it and immediately blushed again. Grandpa and grandma saw that he was ashamed and made an excuse to go out. As soon as the adults went out, Chang Jiwen was obviously relaxed. Limped to the dining table, picked up the rice porridge and drank it in one go. I was still unsatisfied, but I was a little embarrassed to let Cheng Linghui serve me more.

Cheng Linghui is not a fool, of course he can see it, and said, "You wait." "After a while, he walked in with a 'pot'. The so-called 'holding basin' is a basin that can only be picked up by hugging. There are big and small. The smallest is about the same as the average large soup bowl used in today's households. The big one is bigger than the big basin used to wash clothes in homes today. However, the common ones commonly used in the family are the kind of caliber below 60 centimeters, and the kind of medium down.

Most of the pots are fired in an earthen kiln, and the outside of the mud tire is brushed with a thin glaze of black and brown. The rim of the basin is usually creamy white or slightly darker yellowish-brown. Bulkier than porcelain basins. This is probably the origin of the name 'holding pot'.

The hugging basin that Cheng Linghui is holding is larger than the ordinary soup basin, about the size of a basin. It's much deeper than a washbasin, though. It was clear that she was still struggling.

There was a small half pot of millet porridge in the pot, and it was not difficult to see that He Chang Jiwen had just drunk it in a pot. Chang Jiwen watched her put the basin on the table, and his face couldn't help but feel a little feverish: "What are you doing here?" ”

Cheng Linghui said: "It's raining outside, so I don't have to run away." Eat it. ”

The young man is reserved, and in the end the hunger and thirst in the stomach occupy the peak. He and Cheng Linghui have been in the same school for a long time, and they are also familiar with each other. Don't fake it at the moment, sigh and snort to fill it up. I didn't eat a few bites of bread and eggs. It's not like he's a picky eater. People who are tired often can't eat any dry food, and just want to eat something smooth.

The sky was overcast, and the farmhouse did not have anything to keep a time. I guess it's been half noon. Chang Jiwen is about to leave. But he, a young master who has never done farm work, has worn out his hands and feet at this time. I don't feel like I don't rest yet, this rest, I have lost my energy, and it hurts everywhere in my body. Thinking that I had to walk twenty miles to return to the academy, I was worried. Don't go, staying at Cheng Linghui's house doesn't look good.

Grandpa saw that he was worried, so he took a mule and sent him to the gate of the academy with Cheng Linghui.

After that, Cheng Linghui went to school again. Chang Jiwen saw that she was more natural than before.

The mountain chief lectured on the Four Books and Five Classics in class, and the middle university and the like. Sometimes the test is difficult and the strategy is discussed. Sometimes I comment on an article by a well-known person. It doesn't matter at all, whether Cheng Linghui and Xiuwen can understand the two little girls. In fact, he didn't take the two girls to heart at all. Usually let the two of them write in big letters. Or let his disciples take the time to teach the two of them one sentence or two sentences such as "Thousand Character Text" and "Qianjin Qiu" and other introductory book sentences.

Chang Jiwen volunteered to take on the task of teaching two 'little junior brothers'. But he is worthy of being a disciple of the mountain chief, and he is much stricter than the mountain chief. Xiuwen is okay, she grew up in the academy, and she is much stronger than Cheng Linghui. Cheng Linghui was miserable, and was beaten by Chang Jiwen from time to time.

As a child, she doesn't dare to complain if she is punished by her senior brother, but it doesn't prevent her from transferring her grievances to her eldest sister. She subconsciously thought that it was because of her eldest sister that Chang Jiwen was afraid that others would say that he was favoritism, so she was extremely strict with herself. So, Chang Jiwen beat her once, and she will inevitably be angry with her eldest sister when she goes home.

The eldest sister didn't know that she had suffered from the pond fish. Originally, the grain was blistered and could not be sold. He lost part of his dowry. Seeing that the wedding date is approaching, there is no news from my father. I couldn't help but feel anxious and depressed. Now that Cheng Linghui is still weathering her, she only makes tears ripple all day long.

If Cheng Linghui knew, she would never be able to see her eldest sister again soon. I'm afraid that Chang Jiwen will break her hand, and she won't go back to anger the eldest sister. But what ifs are there in the world?