Qinglian, who woke up early in the morning, couldn't wait to urge Ran'er:

"Sister, let's go to Yangzhuang now, shall we?"

"It's too early, wait for my sister to cook, Qinglian is full, it's not too late to go."

First, I came to the grass pavilion to look at the bamboo shoots I dug up yesterday, and then taught Qinglian to memorize and read. After the sun rose, they made breakfast and ate it simply, and the sisters remembered that the shopkeeper Zhou asked him to send two jars of pickled bamboo shoots today. Although the bamboo shoots are not heavy, the jars are not lighter than the bamboo shoots, and the weight of the two jars is almost 20 catties. Qinglian meant to be carried by Ran'er with a stick, and Ran'er didn't want Qinglian to do such heavy work at such a young age. Tie one jar with a rope, put the other in a basket, and take a hook and carry it on your shoulder. Qinglian was in front, Ran'er was behind, and the two walked to Yangzhuang.

Seeing the Qinglian in front of him, he sometimes jumped up, and sometimes kicked the pebbles on the road to play. For the first time in a few days, Ran'er saw Qinglian reveal the nature of a child. The corners of Ran'er's mouth curled slightly, and she was happy for Qinglian in her heart. When I think I'm so old, I always follow my mother's side, and my mother says that I'm like a little heel worm, and I'm very clingy. At that time, my mother cherished herself very much, and she didn't do anything by herself, and it was also from the age of three, every morning and evening, my mother began to teach herself to read and write.

"Is my sister tired? Would you like to take a break? ”

Qinglian's greeting interrupted Ran'er's memories. smiled and said to Qinglian:

"Sister is not tired, is my sister tired?"

"Not tired. Sister, give you candy to eat. ”

Qinglian peeled and peeled the candy she bought at the market yesterday, stood on tiptoe, and sent it to Ran'er, who bent down.

"Isn't it sweet?"

"Well, that's sweet."

With the excitement that pickled bamboo shoots can be sold for money, the young ladies soon came to Yangzhuang. found Zhou Ji Wine Shop, entered the door and put down the hook, and said to the Zhou shopkeeper at the counter:

"Uncle Zhou, we're sending you pickled bamboo shoots."

"Why didn't your adults come? How could you bear to let such a young child do such a thing. ”

"Uncle Zhou, there are no adults in our family, just our sisters."

"Just you sisters? What village are you from? ”

"We live in the mountains east of Xia Village, where there is a bamboo forest."

"Oh, I heard a family moved in there this year, it's a young woman with a child, is that you?"

"Yes. When my mother was in the winter the year before last, I went. ”

Shopkeeper Zhou didn't ask any more. Although I feel sorry for these two little girls in my heart, every family has the pain of every family.

"After yesterday's pickled bamboo shoots were brought to the guests, they all said they were good. As we said yesterday, we will give you 40 yuan for each altar, 80 yuan for two altars, and make up for yesterday's 10 yuan, for a total of 90 yuan, and you have taken it. ”

"Uncle Zhou, I said it yesterday, the altar is thirty wen, and we only need eighty wen."

Ran Er counted out the extra ten cents and put it on the counter. Seeing this, Shopkeeper Zhou didn't say much about it.

"What's your name?"

"My name is Ran'er, and this is my sister Qinglian."

"Listening to the little girl, it doesn't look like a local."

"Sister Qinglian is from the north, and her father and mother have passed away, so she brought it back when Ran'er went to sell eggs on the shore of Xiling Lake."

Shopkeeper Zhou saw that Xiao Ran'er was a kind girl, and secretly calculated in his heart that he wanted to help them more.

"How old is Ran'er?"

"I'm over eight years old."

"How many chickens are fed in the house?"

"There are only four old hens, and they can lay five or six eggs a month."

"In the future, you don't have to go to Xiling Lake to sell eggs, just send them to me, and I'll give you as much as you can sell there."

"Thank you, Uncle Zhou. On the shore of Xiling Lake, it is two pennies and an egg. ”

"Okay, just two pennies a piece."

"Also, how many pickled bamboo shoots do you have at home?"

"It turned out that there were only two jars left after pickling. The day before yesterday, I just pickled ten jars, and it will take more than ten days to be good. ”

"In this way, you go back and continue to pickle, I will provide you with the jar, and the money will be deducted from the sour bamboo shoots. I don't need you to send it, after the pickle, bring a message, and I'll send someone to pull it. Sue me, how many more jars do you need? ”

"Uncle Zhou, thank you. Fifty more jars were rotated. ”

"Okay, you go back and prepare, and I'll have someone bring the jar over in the afternoon."

The two sisters left the Zhou Ji wine shop and came to the street, Qinglian took Ran'er's hand and said:

"Sister, Uncle Zhou is really a good person."

"yes. My mother said that there are still many good people in the world. ”

The sisters did not delay in Yangzhuang and returned home directly. Although it was not yet lunch time, it was prepared in advance, put it there, and went to the back mountain to dig bamboo shoots with a pickaxe and a basket. With a market, the sisters dug up bamboo shoots to work harder. Before dark, the sisters dug up fifteen baskets of bamboo shoots. During this period, the shopkeeper Zhou had sent someone to send fifty jars, and the sisters moved to the stream and cleaned them. sat in the grass pavilion and taught Qinglian to read and write.

"Sister, why don't you study today. Let's marinate the bamboo shoots first. ”

"Sister Qinglian, my mother said that you must persevere in learning things, and you must not slack off."

"Oh, Qinglian knows."

The next morning, the two got up early and first taught Qinglian to read and write. After that, start pickling the bamboo shoots. Ran Er used a bamboo knife to split the bamboo shoots, and the green lotus was stacked into the jar, and before lunch, she pickled more than 20 blue bamboo shoots dug up two days ago. After lunch, continue to dig bamboo shoots in the back mountain. It took three days to marinate fifty jars with sour bamboo shoots. It's also time to plow the ground and plant seedlings.

When my mother was there, I invited my grandfather surnamed Li from Xia Village to plow the fields. Last year, Ran'er was also invited by Grandpa Li. Ran'er had breakfast and led Qinglian to Xia Village, and when she arrived at Grandpa Li's house, Grandpa Li was about to work in the field. Seeing Ran'er coming, knowing that there was nothing else, he didn't wait for Ran'er to speak, so he said:

"Then go home and wait, when the day is over, I will go to plow your family's two acres of paddy fields. Take this year's seedlings from my house, I've already raised them for you. ”

"Ran'er, thank you, grandpa."

"I heard that you picked up a female baby, is that her?"

Seeing Ran'er holding a little girl who was three or four years old and thin, Grandpa Li asked.

"Yes, grandpa. Her name is Qinglian and she is very sensible. Qinglian, call grandpa. ”

"Hello grandpa."

"Okay, they're all hard-working children."

On the way back, Qinglian asked Ran'er:

"Why doesn't my sister live in the mountains, instead of in the village?"

"My mother is not a local, but when my sister was less than a year old, my mother brought my sister here. My mother wanted to find a quiet place, and it happened that the two acres of paddy fields were to be sold, so she chose to live by the paddy fields. ”

"Sister's mother, can Qinglian also be called a mother?"

"Of course you can, as long as Qinglian is willing."

"Qinglian is willing. Sister, where did my mother come from, is it far away? ”

"My mother never told Sister Sù where she moved from, she just said that it was far from here."

"Does my mother love my sister very much?"

"Yes, this mother is the most painful in the world."

"Sister, what does it feel like to have a mother's pain?"

Ran'er heard Qinglian ask like this, she was already choked, pulled Qinglian's little hand tightly, and reluctantly said:

"I'm very happy, and my sister can't say it well. In the future, my sister will love my sister like my mother hurts my sister, so that my sister can also taste the taste of being hurt. ”