Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, April is approaching. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoThis is the season of sowing, and the busy Walnut Bay will once again present a scene of 'ploughing the fields in the day and working in the night, and the children of the village are in charge of their own homes'. The few young and strong people in the village carried the rice seedlings to the fields one by one. The women held the seedlings in their hands and planted them one by one in the water-filled rice fields, and their skillful skills and agility would surely be amazed if they were lucky enough to be seen by outsiders.

Unlike previous years, this year there is a stranger who will participate in their farming work. Together with the children, she would enjoy the pleasures of farm work as a city girl.

It was a weekend, and according to the practice of previous years, Aunt Wang would gather the big guys to help her family plant rice together. But it happened that on that day, Secretary Zhang and the cadres of the team went to the town to hold a meeting of village cadres at all levels, and Duo'er's father, the most capable person in the village, 'Zhang Zhihu', naturally played the role of being a family member. At six o'clock in the morning, the big guys gathered at Aunt Wang's house to eat the dry noodles cooked in a big pot, even if they had breakfast, this was the only time the peasant family ate noodles in the morning. As soon as the noodles were finished, no one would rest, and the first person to finish the meal carried a bundle of seedlings down to the field and began the earliest busyness. After everyone went to the field one after another, Zhihu was also very competent in the role of a family member, carrying the remaining seedlings to the field one by one, and Aunt Wang carried it with a basket when she was young. By the time everyone reached the field, the sky was still cloudy, and the whole Walnut Bay was still shrouded in mist.

The people who said yesterday that they were going to be the first to arrive have become the laziest. Zi Yi rubbed her worried eyes, struggled to get up from the bed, pushed open the door and saw that the fog outside was still shrouded in the earth, and the drizzle of early spring was still floating in the dark air. When she rushed to Aunt Wang's house, she saw that the lights were still on in the house. The purple shirt happily jumped up the steps, stepped into the threshold, and saw that Aunt Wang was still at home, holding a large bottle as if she was adding tea there.

When Aunt Wang saw the purple shirt, she smiled lightly and said, "It's so early today!" Big girl! The purple shirt said proudly: "The first time I planted seedlings, I was a little anxious!" Besides, it's also to help your own family, can you not be early! By the way, when are the aunts and uncles coming? Aunt Wang smiled: "They have already gone to the field, they are almost finished planting an acre of fields, I will come back and get some water for them, you sit for a while, and then go down with me later!." Zishan's face turned red instantly, she didn't know when Aunt Wang and the others got up, and she didn't expect that she would get up so early or at the end.

The purple shirt followed Aunt Wang down to the field, and the light rain in the air was still drifting. By the time the purple shirt arrived in the field, the trousers were already soaked with dew, and she was wearing slacks and a pair of purple sneakers. The peasants all wore a pair of black plastic boots, and they were barefoot when they went to the fields, because it was convenient and they would not drag mud and water.

When the children in the field saw that Zishan was also coming, they all tilted their heads and shouted loudly, 'Teacher Xiaoshan'. The adults also stopped what they were doing, and couldn't help but tilt their heads and say, "Teacher Zhao is here too!" Then he hooked his head again and began to master his craft. The purple shirts were very happy and replied one after another.

But there is no jade bead in the child, maybe it is to cut pigweed again, or it may be grandma's incomprehensible concern about Secretary Zhang.

Seeing that Zi Yi had taken off her shoes and was about to go to the field, Aunt Wang immediately stopped her. took off his boots and asked the purple shirt to put on, but the purple shirt pushed it off and said, "I don't need it, the children are barefoot!" I can do it! Aunt Wang saw that the purple shirt shirked again and again, and deliberately said half-frightened: "There are big leeches in the field!" Specializing in your fine skin and tender meat, the children have rough skin, get used to it, hurry, hurry up and put it on! The farmer in the field was also busy saying, "Teacher Zhao, put it on!" After pushing back and forth a few times, the purple shirt still put on the boots, probably out of fear of leeches, Aunt Wang went to the field barefoot.

Zishan took a handful of seedlings given to her by Aunt Wang, and slowly stood in the field along the ridges, and the children saw that Teacher Xiaoshan had gone down to the field, and they all came closer.

The purple shirt followed the thin straight line, dragging a pair of boots around the field like a tank stuck in the mire, not moving at all. Compared to the smart children, she is especially clumsy. Nizi's mother has already inserted three lines back and forth, and the purple shirt has only inserted less than one line. Even if there is a benchmark made of a thin line, Zishan's work still looks like a coiled long snake, and Nizi and Zhang Liang grinned and helped Xiaoshan's teacher deal with those unqualified seedlings.

The purple shirt is still moving forward without hesitation, and the farmers who are traveling with him are smiling while saying that the seedlings of the purple shirt are not planted correctly.

Nizi put down the seedlings in her hand and followed behind Teacher Xiaoshan, and Zishan smiled at Nizi: "Teacher Nizi! Today, Sister Xiaoshan is your student! Nizi smiled at the purple shirt and said, "Teacher Xiaoshan, you actually plugged it in well, it would be better if it was a little more neat." Purple Shirt tried to do the same as her aunts and uncles.

When she had just finished inserting a line and was about to turn, suddenly the center of gravity arrived, and she subconsciously took a step, and her foot came out, but the boot was straight into the mud. Then there was a 'plop', crushing all the seedlings behind him, and the 'Teacher Nizi' behind him also suffered. The peasants laughed and said, "Teacher Zhao, you are not qualified as a student!" The purple shirt struggled to get up, his face was covered with mud, and he was dragging a handful of seedlings in his hand, and he couldn't close his mouth with joy.

In another acre of empty field, a group of children were covered in mud, lying in the field touching loaches and eels, and from time to time they grabbed a few small frogs and croaked. They are not yet of school age, but they are eager to become students of Teacher Xiaoshan.

When Aunt Wang saw the purple shirt fall in the field, she wanted to take her home and change her clothes immediately, just like her own daughter. But the purple shirt who fell down seemed to be even happier, and rejected Aunt Wang by sitting in the field and playing tricks, because in Aunt Wang's eyes, she was also a child who had not grown up. For the first time, the children saw their dear little shirt teacher also playing tricks, opening their mouths and smiling knowingly. At four o'clock in the afternoon, the warm sun was still hanging high in the sky. A group of peasants rolled up their trouser legs, bare feet, and a pair of black boots in their hands, walked mightily on the country road, giggling. The group of children who were not yet purple shirts raised their small baskets and showed off their day's achievements to the teacher in the shirts covered with dry mud, and the purple shirts held their little hands and walked barefoot on the vibrant path, looking at the upcoming harvest, looking at their own long snake, and singing the hymn to the spring of Walnut Bay. (To be continued.) (To be continued.) )