I remember when I was a child, my parents had a lot of schoolwork, and I played with the children in school. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Because I was young, and then I was a girl, I was always bullied, and when I came home, I cried to my grandfather.

Then Grandpa began to tell the story of the Three Kingdoms, as well as the comic strip of Sun Tzu's Art of War.

Slowly, when everyone found out that little Lori had unknowingly become the king of children, it was too late to regret it!

This is also the most proud place for grandpa, every time he is proud in front of Xi'er's parents, the family can't cry or laugh, and they don't know whether this is good or bad!

Their original intention was to hope that their children could become the fair lady in the Book of Songs, not the black-bellied little Lori!

But the tree has already been formed, and it is difficult to change the shape again!

It's not more than a month, but it really feels like a world away!

Although Xi'er expressed helplessness in her heart about Gu Liya's "simplicity", her attitude towards her also began to change.

People's hearts are flesh and blood, and anyone who defends themselves like this will be moved.

This year's harvest was good, and everyone gathered at the entrance of the village early in the morning, waiting for the production team to weigh the grain.

Excluding the grain handed in and the seeds of the second year, what was left was the ration of the entire production team.

Gao Manzi held a megaphone, and Gao Xiang, the accountant of the production team, flipped through the small book that was dedicated to keeping centimeters last year, and distributed food to everyone according to the above data.

Although Xi'er had heard her grandfather talk about this before, she was still shocked when she really saw this picture.

Almost the whole village was dispatched, and everyone carried snakeskin bags, cloth bags, baskets, and buckets...... You can see almost all the containers in your life.

The faces of adults and children are full of happy smiles.

Even the old ladies in their seventies and eighties also walked out of the courtyard of the house today, moving their little feet, standing in the line and waiting silently.

The people who received the food almost all had satisfied smiles on their faces.

Except for a few people, shouting and scolding, saying that the secretary must have misremembered the centimeters, how could there be only so little?

"You stinky laizi, you grind foreign workers there every day when you go to work, and your mouth is more broken than your little daughter-in-law, how much more do you expect to receive?" Gao Manzi stepped forward and kicked him in the ass, and stumbled.

Everyone laughed, and the stinky Laizi was scolded back by his daughter-in-law.

Because Xi'er and Grandpa came late, when it was their turn, they could already smell the fresh flour in the village.

"Damn, whose steamed bun is this is on the basket, and the new flour is the fragrance of his ~mother~!" Gao Manzi smacked the thick yellow phlegm on the ground.

Everyone quickened their hands and feet, and quickly led them back to eat." Gao Manzi raised the horn again, inserted his waist, and commanded the people who distributed the food with a spirit.

This is the first time Xi'er has seen the accountant of the production team, who looks weak and weak, wearing a neat Mao suit, holding a yellowed notebook, holding a pen, and comparing the data.

When it's someone's turn, they will spit out a piece of data, and when the food is distributed, they will write a data after the list of names and put a checkmark.

The entire production team, everyone's livelihood, is all wrapped up in this yellowed thread-bound book.

Xi'er even has a feeling that this accountant is the person who really holds the real power of the production team!

Finally, it was my turn, and after waiting in line for a long time, there were only about 100 catties of wheat, 50 catties of red taro powder, and 30 catties of dried red fish.

This is the year's ration for the granddaughters, Xi'er looked at the little thing in front of her, and her heart was very bitter.

In the past month, my grandfather got up before dawn every day, and went home by moonlight at night, doing the most tiring work.

But in the accounting book, no more than six centimeters are recorded every day.

In the village, at the age of my grandfather, he has long stopped going to the field, and the village will only assign some easier chores.

It is estimated that not only grandpa, but also Tian's father and Tian's mother are estimated to be similar.

Thanks to the care from above, the hardest and most tired guys are the ones assigned to their own families.

"Let's go, Xi'er, let's take the wheat to the mill first, grind it into flour, and then eat new noodles in the evening, shall we?" Old Man Tian's face was not very good, but when he looked at Xi'er, the chrysanthemums immediately bloomed in the corners of his eyes.

Zhang Qing and his son lined up behind their house, without saying a word, they picked up a bag of wheat in one hand and left.

After the tempering of this month's autumn harvest, Zhang Qing's originally strong body is like an adult leopard at this time, accumulating strength all over his body.

"You and Xi'er are guarding the grain here, and the old man and I will go to grind the noodles first." Zhang Qing commanded.

Zhang Yi nodded and gathered the grain of the two families together.

The rations their family received were more than twice as much as that of Xi'er's family.

It seems that those above them are more merciful!

"Let's eat together, enough."

Zhang Yi seemed to hear Xi'er's inner lament, and suddenly burst out.

At this time, the hustle and bustle of the threshing floor was gone, and they all went home to eat.

Xi'er and the two of them, standing on the empty wheat field, are quite alone, and the autumn wind is bleak and lonely.

Hearing Zhang Yi's words, he couldn't help but feel a warm current in his heart.

This kid is still quite caring, Xi'er said secretly.

"We have enough to eat, and we usually go fishing in the Honghe River, and we can also get it to the town for money. On the contrary, it is you and your father, one is a strong laborer, and you are growing your body, and the food may not be enough for the two of you to eat. Xi'er smiled.

Zhang Yi's eyes brightened, pursed his lips, and turned his head silently.

What a twisty child!

So boring! This is the last time I went to the earthen dam to collect firewood, and I have been alone for so long again.

"What grade were you in?" Xi'er decided to find something to talk about.

"I'm ten years old, fourth grade."

"What school did you study in before?" Xi'er worked hard to start the conversation.

"Victory Elementary."

Xi'er was silent again, it turns out that chatting is not a trivial job!

I really envy Brother Xiaogangcang, how did he do it? Xi'er was curious.

"Ghost lady, why don't you go back to eat?" Just when the two of them wanted to see that they were speechless, a little boy came over with a white-faced steamed bun and a smile.

Zhang Yi slammed down, then turned his head and glared at him viciously.

Let's da~~ This baby was so frightened that he trembled, and he didn't know that the steamed bun in his hand fell to the ground.

Xi'er looked at the white and chubby steamed buns and rolled on the ground three times.

It turned out that it was not a pure white steamed bun, there was a black two-layer sandwich inside, and Xi'er was so stunned at this time.

"What did you say?" Zhang Yi squeezed out from between his teeth, word by word.

"No, I didn't say anything, I was wrong." As soon as he finished speaking, he snorted, and the girl ran away.

It is estimated that the family was reluctant to make pure white flour steamed buns, and then added another piece of mixed noodles to the rolled noodles, and then rolled them together and cut them into steamed, right?

Xi'er was still thinking about steamed buns in her head, and was startled by the child's sudden snort.

"What's wrong?" Xi'er looked up and just saw that the child was shrinking behind the big stack, leaving a small fart~ strand outside.

Cat Niuer said

Thanks to the cheesecade reward for the lucky bag and peach blossom fan, the cat saw in the comment area today that the author wrote very casually, in fact, I really want to add a explanation. In order to let everyone feel the most real story of the Huaibei countryside and the educated youth going to the countryside, Mao'er bought a stack of books, borrowed a lot of materials in the library, took notes little by little, and filled in the materials. Therefore, the cat is not at all casual in writing, and the novel itself is a story that comes from life, but is higher than life. So, everyone should read the book with a happy mood! However, Mao'er is extremely grateful to everyone who has followed this book, whether it is good or bad, Mao'er is happy to see everyone's lively discussion in the comment area. If necessary, the cat will make special instructions or additions, thank you! Momoda~~