In a few years, the stone mill, the nest, and the stone mill will almost disappear, and they will only exist in memories or articles. These stone tools were replaced by electric mills, electric rice threshing machines, etc. Glutinous rice is also a legendary existence. Rice cake? They are all made of glutinous rice and produced industrially, but the taste is far from the same.

After being reborn, Hong Yan ate rice for the first time. What puzzled Li Yun and his wife was that he didn't eat a lot of rice, but he had a soft spot for vegetables. Of course, in his heart, he just hasn't eaten rice or pork for about 1 month. In his previous life, his body began to grow flesh and fat, and he had paid attention to eating less meat and more vegetarian food in his diet. I took two eggs from my grandmother and scrambled tomato eggs. This dish has become the little girl's favorite. However, the fried green vegetable stalks, beans, etc. tasted so good that Hong Yan couldn't help but eat more. The vegetables produced in the fairy garden taste better than the dishes of this era, not to mention the chemical fertilizers that were used in later generations.

Naturally, I sent a small pot of tomatoes to my grandfather's house, saying that my father bought them with noodles.

Hong Jianguo did not go to work again in the afternoon. At the request of his son, he cut down the bamboo forest that was more than two years old and nearly fifty of the bamboo forests obtained by the family. Shave off the bamboo branches, leave the bamboo poles, and then cut off the crooked bamboo tips according to the son's request, and tie them into a tripod. All this work is done in the backyard of the small sunbath. Hong Yan held a knife and a saw in his hand, and he couldn't do it, so he shaved the bamboo branches. After the interception, the bamboo poles disappeared in front of his eyes one by one, and he became numb when he was too much, and he didn't bother to ask.

Hong Yan felt that something was wrong, his face was pale, dizzy and nauseous, and his body was weak. He forcibly sent the last tripod into the fairy garden, sat on the ground, and carried the Xuanyuan Jue cross-legged. At this time, Hong Jianguo realized that something was wrong, and when he heard his son say, "Don't worry, just take a rest", he didn't move him again. Sure enough, half an hour later, Hong Yan's face gradually recovered, he opened his eyes, and smiled at his father: "It's okay!" ”

"What's going on? How so? Hong Jianguo asked with concern.

"It's nothing, it's just a bit draining!" sent things into the Immortal Garden more than a hundred times, even if there was a time gap, and in the end he almost exhausted his spiritual power. You'll have to pay attention to it in the future!

"Then you have to pay attention, the body is the most important!" Hong Jianguo instructed.

"Got it!"

Hong Yan saw that his father wanted to speak and stopped, and he looked inexplicable, so he said: "Dad, if you have anything you want to ask, just ask, don't stumble, how do you look like a cheerful man?" ”

"Dare to joke with my father!" Hong Jianguo patted his son on the head and said in a low voice, "What were you doing sitting cross-legged just now?" Is it really a flat coat? Isn't it amazing? ”

"Dad, it's hard to say. Actually, I'm also inexplicable! I don't know what to do......"

"Oh!" Hong Jianguo was disappointed. However, thinking that his son was just seven years old was beyond his imagination, what was there not to be satisfied with? "Son, I am very optimistic about you, smart and promising. Reading is the right way, don't care too much about it. More than he is not more, less than he is not much, the right to exercise! ”

Before Hong Yan finished speaking, he was interrupted by his father. I wanted to show my father, but I thought about it or forget it, and I'll talk about it when I have a chance in the future! Although my father's last words were comforting, they also showed that it was inevitable to study and find a way out in the future. Didn't you work hard around "jumping the farm gate" in your previous life?

"Hey, hey! I've gotten a lot of seeds these days! Hong Jianguo smiled rather darkly.

"Unscrupulous Dad! This is squeezing my son! Seeing the seed belly in the cupboard, he sneered. Ten catties of soybeans should not be genetically modified; 10 pounds of small red-skinned peanuts; Glutinous rice is not much to two catties, and more than one acre can be planted; Ten pounds of sorghum, do you do what you do to change wine and drink sorghum? Take your time, anyway, now that your little arms and legs are strong, it's just a matter of taking some time.

The bamboo branches are piled up in the bamboo forest at the end, and the weather is dry and dries quickly. Too many bamboo branches caused Li Yun a certain amount of trouble. When it was cold, grandmothers, ancestors and other large and small hands were busy making firewood balls for burning pots.

Due to the lack of preparation at the beginning, the beans, bitter gourd, and loofah were just secretly inserted into a few bamboo poles or wooden sticks. Some of the vegetables in the fairy garden grow close to the ground, affecting the fruit. With his father's hard work, Hong Yan set up a shelf and straightened out the crops in the fairy garden. Later, the results are all on the shelf, and it is also convenient to pick.

The team's preschool is temporarily run in a silkworm house. The silkworm house is the place where the team raises silkworms, and the spring silkworms in the year are the best to raise, and the quality of silkworm cocoons is also the best. Summer silkworms can also be used, but pay attention to mosquito prevention. Autumn silkworms are the most difficult to raise, mulberry leaves are old and yellow, the quality of silkworm cocoons is too inferior, and the money from selling them is not enough for labor expenditure. The silkworm house is a public house in the team, and grain will be stacked in the season when silkworms are not raised. In fact, there is a big sun dam outside.

Hong Xiaofang has decided to start her podium life in September. Temporary pre-school classes are held to try their skills and get familiar with the children in advance. She was in the middle of the "classroom", playing the organ that she got out of nowhere and was a little leaky, immersed in the "beautiful" melody. It was the song "The Little Girl Picking Mushrooms" written by Hong Yan to her. Twenty or so children sat around her, either roaring hoarsely, or bowing their heads and fiddling with the corners of their clothes, and two little boys, you pound me and I will pound you.

Teacher Xiaofang and the children felt that it was dark in the classroom, and they all looked up at the door. There are four children of different heights standing at the gate. It's none other than Hong Yan and the four sisters Xiaofeng.

After all, Hong Yan's mind is still much more mature, and in the past, university teachers could still sit still, or stay at home. But Xiaofeng and the three of them are different, children need playmates and games.

"Hehe, it's Teacher Xiaohong who is here. Quick, inside please! Hong Xiaofang jokingly invited Hong Yan to enter the door. She didn't dare to underestimate this 7-year-old child. Skillfully reciting more than 20 nursery rhymes, skillfully singing many nursery rhymes, smooth stick figures, and flowing pen words, none of which can be achieved by her, a high school student.

"Teacher Xiaofang! You're welcome, I'm just taking my younger siblings out to play! Hong Yan didn't want to go in, not because he was afraid of the little kid shouting nonsense.

Teacher Xiaofang stopped playing the piano, and some children sat on the spot and stared at curious eyes, most of them had already gotten up and ran out, and a few even began to watch. Uncle Hong Jianyuan greeted Hong Yan with a smile. Hong Yan didn't expect how the naughty uncle could sit still.

"Hee-hee, it's okay. I'll teach them to sing! Come along! Little beauty, two little brothers! Xiaofang held hands one by one, very enthusiastic and affinity.

"Big beautiful sister, what are you doing?" Rongrong asked curiously with a small face.

"Little beauty, I'm teaching the children to sing, can you teach them with me?" Teacher Xiaofang pinched the little girl's face. The little girl's face is much better than when Hong Yan came back from rebirth, clean and fleshy, and with double eyelids and big eyes and dark pupils, she is smart and cute.

"Little beauty, tell my sister what is your name?"

The little girl whispered with a confused expression: "My mother used to call me my sister, but these days, they are called Hong Rong and Rong Rong." ”

Of course, Xiao Fang understood what it meant. "Good! The little beauty is about to grow up. Dad has taken a big name, and the name he will use to go to school in the future, my sister envy you to death. ”

Hong Yan looked at the "classroom", which was spacious and bright, even empty. No blackboards, no desks. The only teaching equipment is an organ and small stools of different heights brought by the children's homes. The exterior walls of the three large houses are made of heavy stones, which are absolutely fireproof and anti-theft. The interior is separated by triangular beams above the gable, indicating that it is three rooms. Each room is at least 7 meters deep and 5 meters wide. There was some sun-dried corn in the western mat. The east room is empty, but judging from the corn in the dam, it will be piled up. The classroom is the main room in the middle, which is more than enough to be a classroom. It is estimated that this preschool will not be held again, and Hong Yan really has no relevant memories.

In summer, small children wear very little. Boy barefoot, shorts, tank top. The girl was barefoot in formal clothes and trousers. Although the clothes and pants are made by tailors, this craft is ...... I really don't dare to compliment. Some of them are simply changed from adult clothes. It was washed white, with heavy patches, and some exposed knees or elbows, mostly worn out by rolling on the ground. Most children are dark and thin. There are children with hairless spots on the top of their heads, which are the remnants of sores. Some children have prickly heat on their necks and backs. There are even two snots bubbling up, but I don't know how to clean them up in winter?

However, there was a little girl, with pigtails and red wool, big eyes, pink skin, a white background and a dark floral ruffled top, pants of old blue cloth but very fit, and cloth shoes on her feet, like standing out from the crowd. A little girl from a good family, who is this? A relatively large production team of more than 200 people is still conspicuous.

To be honest, Hong Yan is also dressed quite plainly now, like a little screaming on the street. The little girl smiled at Hong Yan's scrutinizing gaze. How naïve! How innocent! How innocent! But why is there no impression?

"Hehe, Hong Yan, she's my little cousin! Pretty and cute, home in the brigade next door! Teacher Xiaofang introduced. Pretty and cute, what do you mean? "What's the problem? My little cousin is the most beautiful of the five golden flowers! ”

Five Golden Flowers! The five golden flowers of the brigade next door! Hong Yan: "Oh" means understood. In the past, the primary school turned east and west, and the junior high school still had to go to school in the township, and the story of the five golden flowers was once circulated in the school. It's just that in that era, men and women were more strictly guarded, and boys were playful and naughty, fighting and running crazy all day long, as a result, Hong Yan had no hazy yearning for the opposite sex. However, the most beautiful of the famous "Five Golden Flowers" - Song Youlan - I have heard of it, and occasionally look at it with the fingers of my classmates. In junior high school, Hong Yan is in the second class, and Song Youlan is in the first class. After the high school entrance examination, he only cared about his grades, and it was not clear where Song Youlan went. However, what is interesting is that after the college entrance examination, someone introduced Hong Yan to the object, and it seems to be her. It's just that the parents are bent on thinking that their son has just jumped out of the farm, where is he willing to find a daughter-in-law with a rural household registration.

Well, I didn't hear about this until many years later.

"Five golden flowers? And the seven fairies. Hong Yan pouted and laughed. After watching movies and listening to folklore, people called it good.

"You ......" Teacher Xiaofang pointed at Hong Yan, as if he didn't believe it: "Do you know the Seven Fairies?" ”

"Are the Seven Fairies amazing? I also know the Three Musketeers, the Eighteen Arhats. Hee-hee! ”

Teacher Xiaofang was relieved and said with a smile: "Hehe, my mother has 7 sisters, known as the Seven Fairies. Well, I haven't heard of it! ”

Hong Yan was taken aback. The five daughters are wonderful, and what is even more strange is that the mother of the five golden flowers is still the eldest of the seven fairies. Ha! The corners of Hong Yan's mouth curled, and he laughed silently. In the era when "raising children and preventing old age" is popular, I don't know how the parents of the five golden flowers feel? Is it entangled and depressed or complimenting five beautiful daughters when you meet people?

"No wonder Sister Xiaofang and your cousin are so beautiful, you can't accept it! Do you know? Hu Yunfeng and Liu Zhongming in our team are both known as the Three Musketeers! ”

"you, Three Musketeers? The three Lu monks are about the same. Teacher Xiaofang almost knocked him on the chisel.

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